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[wolfbitharder]

Albrecht's in 202, waiting for his patrol shift to come up. Which would be...about three or four hours from now.

Sigh.

So he's just sitting there, trying to read a magazine (chinese is one of the few major languages he has trouble with).

Bug him?

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[kokiriboy]

"I want to talk to you."

In the doorway, one very conflicted looking elf boy is standing with crossed arms and an expression struggling between murderous and sheepish.

[wolfbitharder]

Albrecht just sort of grumbles a bit as he's reading before he looks up at the kid.

"What?"

[kokiriboy]

"I've been avoiding you, you know. Of course you know that." Link lets his fists fall to his sides.

"I-I was taking care of myself, all right? I didn't need you. I don't. Need you. You dragged me off and humiliated me and I didn't even have my sword. I couldn't-” Link bites his lips and glares.

[wolfbitharder]

To be honest, Albrecht hadn't even really noticed the kid had been avoiding him.

"Your point? You were sick, and you were too stubborn to go get help."

[jediatemybrain]

Decan can sympathize. He spent the first two months "reading" Chinese cooking magazines before he finally figured things out.

But he hasn't been reading lately, or sleeping, or eating, or anything at all really. So, it's a strung out looking fuzzy headed guy that sorta meaders into 202.

"Hey," he says off handedly.

[wolfbitharder]

Albrecht looks up from his magazine.

"Hey...damn, you look like shit..."

[jediatemybrain]

"Yeah, guess I would," he replies, walking over and taking one of the Book of Dangers' off the shelf.

[wolfbitharder]

"There any particular reason? Or is this a normal look for you?"