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[notpapa]

[Pass by a clinic today and you will see the less-than-triumphant return of Bookman. His forearms and what's visible of his chest are bandaged, and his right eye- most of the right side of his face, in fact- is covered as well.

He doesn't like dying, and he certainly doesn't like feeling like death warmed-over. So instead of a snarky remark or

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[besomeothername]

[Tap tap tap on your shoulder. Guess who? It's your favorite person!]

[notpapa]

She's not here. [Right now, at least. She's shown up other times...]

[besomeothername]

Just wondering.

[Reaches into his coat to pull out a nondescript black notebook] Interested in my notes so you can compare?

[notpapa]

Sure. [He pulls out his own book, holding it out.] Can't hurt, at least.

[besomeothername]

[While being a smarmy bastard in person, the Apprentice does keep very meticulous notes. Also, he was able to snatch all of Cross's notes when she visited him. And his meeting with the Earl.

He actually patiently waits for Bookman to flip through all that]

[notpapa]

[He runs through them meticulously, memorizing as he goes. He hands them back when he's done.]

They should be useful.

[besomeothername]

Good, now don't you have work to do.

[notpapa]

Don't I know it.

[besomeothername]

No rest for the weary. [Waves bye bye before leaving Bookman to his devices]