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[demoninyourbed]

There's a guy lounging on a lawn chair, set up on a street corner, a crate set in front of him like a table. He's got a deck of cards that he's shuffling, and he's calling out every so often to passer-bys who look like they might be game

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[just_the_spare]

Regulus really shouldn't be out, after Brando warned him not to go out alone so fresh from the rift. No matter, he wasn't going that far from the hotel. And then, he sees a rather tall, thin man sitting in front of a crate.

Cocking his head to the side, Regulus thought about sitting down but wondered if he was a hustler.

"Hi," Regulus said shyly. He really could keep walking, but really, it didn't hurt to make new friends.

[just_the_spare]

"I should technically be in my final year right now," Regulus said, staring at the cards. He really was horrible at this.