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[not_a_redshirt]

Castle burning sitting in a booth, looking a bit out-of-sorts.

Because mun is working on large, unpleasant term paper, he won't be hugely inclined towards conversation, but he's around.

Fire at will.

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[halls_of_mandos]

Námo is also sitting in a booth, a different book in his hands and a glass of Atlantean, half-consumed.

The porcupine is purposefully ignoring the hedgehog.

[not_a_redshirt]

The hedgehog merely does not notice the porcupine. He also doesn't think this something to be getting drunk over, and so when he does notice both porcupine and Atlantean, he narrows his eyes.

[halls_of_mandos]

The porcupine is not getting drunk.

He learned his lesson about that a long time ago.

And it is not only their argument weighing on him, but a conversation with the bird that followed it.

"Are you now to judge my drinking habits as well as my lack of skills where fucking you is concerned?" he asks as he turns the page.

[not_a_redshirt]

Yes, but he doesn't know about the conversation.

He rolls his eyes and sips his coffee.

"I never said you were lacking in skill. I just said you weren't as good as Mercutio. And I only said it because you were pissing me off; it isn't even true. Can we be done with this now?"

[gorlim]

Gorlim slips into the seat next to his brother and...

...pulls a coin from his ear.