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[ruinous_fortune]

It's been a while since he's had an entrance post.

Today, he's seated in a booth, glass of booze in his hand. His hair is shaggy, his face a little on the pale side, but his eyes still glitter with mischief.

He always welcomes company.

Ruin never seeks people. People seek him.

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[song_tra_bong]

There's a girl-shaped person seeking him out at the moment. She sits next to him, leaning against him without jostling his glass.

"Hey there."

[song_tra_bong]

She rolls her eyes.

"Well, I would so hate for things to be boring around here."

[ruinous_fortune]

"I don't think that's possible," he muses before sipping his drink. "Milliways is anything but boring."

Pause.

"Ever."

[song_tra_bong]

She laughs softly.

"We're doing good to get calms between storms."

[ruinous_fortune]

He sighs.

"The storm is coming again, but it'll be a brief one..."

[song_tra_bong]

She sits up, turning to face him properly.

"What?"

Or do I not even want to know?

[ruinous_fortune]

He sighs.

"You will know soon. Not my realm, not my secret to tell. It's Sorrow's realm. But... you'll be needed."

The 'again' isn't voiced.

[song_tra_bong]

She lowers her eyes.

"And I'll be there."

She just thought they'd gotten a break; she should have remembered good things don't last.

[ruinous_fortune]

"Of course you will."

He smiles kindly at her.

"You'll find respite. And then you'll be bored to tears, Legs."

[song_tra_bong]

She laughs.

"I never cry when I'm bored. Just hunt down something to occupy my time."