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[awful_awkward]

[Abel appears to be out for a walk, late, apparently content to enjoy the scenery for the moment. He stops at a small overlook down a path by the river, leaning back against the railing and eying the side of the city in front of him]

It seems odd that so much of the city is asleep this early, it's not at all like the Template I remember. And what

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[devilbrought]

You know -- talking to yourself is never healthy.

[awful_awkward]

Hmm? It's not? But I rather like keeping myself company.

[devilbrought]

Somehow, I can't really argue with that logic.

[awful_awkward]

As long as we remember to do it in moderation, I don't think talking to oneself is all that dangerous to the health! There are much worse things I could be doing; drinking myself into the gutter, for instance.

[delicate_deceit]

..what sort of food do you prefer?

[ slightly embarrassed smile ]

A nice meal is the least I could offer for your kindness....

[awful_awkward]

Any sort! I'm not picky.

[he laughs, rubbing the back of his neck absently] You don't have to thank me for that.

[delicate_deceit]

You may not be picky but there must be something you'd like!

[ teasing grin ]

Unless of course, you have plans...

[ thoughtful look ]

[awful_awkward]

Uh, nothing that I can think of. Why don't you decide? It's too difficult.

[a confused, well-meaning smile] No, I'm sure I don't!