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[slightlymonkish]

Monk's in 202 for the first time in weeks.

He's leaning against a wall with a mug of some very strong coffee in his hands, and his expression can only be described as "pensive."

Occasionally, he'll take a sip or two, but he won't blink. He's trying to set a new personal record for longest time spent not blinking - except not really. It's just that he

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[say_silently]

"It is possible," Macha muses, drifting down in front of Monk upside down. "That the wall will win this staring contest. Walls are stubborn that way. And without eyelids."

[slightlymonkish]

Monk doesn't jump, doesn't start like he normally would - instead, as his trance is broken, he just blinks at Macha.

"I - what?"

He didn't even realize he was staring.

[say_silently]

"The wall is lacking in eyelids, and thus it is reasonable to assume that it may go a fair while without blinking. But that's purely speculation."

[slightlymonkish]

It takes Monk a moment to get what it is, exactly, that Macha is saying - then again, he never really gets it right away - and then he nods.

"Yeah, I was just... lost in thought, I guess."

He sips at his coffee. "What's new?"