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[fathers_cleric]

Two Librians walk into a bar.

No wait, that's not how it goes.

Two Librians walk downstairs. They're back in their somber gray attire-so it stands to reason that they must be going home (as if the dufflebag Preston was carrying weren't a big enough clue) Neither Father nor son look particularly sociable, but Robbie's got a very dark look on his

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[twoeyesonthesky]

The fire is where Quinn generally takes his own meals, so it was sort of inevitable that a collision should occur. Metaphorically, anyway. Quinn doesn't bump into people physically if he can avoid it- he might spill his food.

"Afternoon," he says politely.

[jusa_littlelion]

Robbie is probably more apt to smile then his father. He looks upward and smiles broadly, "Hi Quinn!"

Preston, for his part, acknowledges his twin's presence with a nod.

[twoeyesonthesky]

He'd lift an eyebrow if he thought the one-eyebrow trick was called for just yet. As it stands, he sort of gets the feeling that 'can I sit' is not the best question to ask. Lucky thing there's a table right nearby to sit at instead. "And how do the both of you fare this fine day?" he asks instead.

[fathers_cleric]

"We're doing fine." Preston manages a smile-althought it's tight. Your trademark tm smile available only in Libria, "-It's time to get back to work."

Robbie glances sullenly around.

Clearly the kid doesn't want to go.