He hasn't been feeling this useless for a long, long time. Perhaps since others were fighting the battles that should have been partly his
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Well, she's likely to wander out, near dusk, and may be found sitting cross-legged on the porch swing, playing with making a shadow of a miniature unicorn. Just because.
"Um, sorry. I think I didn't see you. Though you're hard to miss." He's babbling a bit - he might have had a bad... day's sleep. "If my presence bothers you, I can go - people complain about my cigs all the time."
"I'm not going to complain," she says, waving the illusion away and looking up. "I don't believe - have we met? I'm sorry - I can hardly remember, sometimes. I'm still not used to knowing so many people."
Adrian smiles a bit. "Makes sense. There's a merry bunch of people around, and all unique in their own way." He offers his hand. "I am Adrian Ivashkov, it's a pleasure to meet you."
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