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[emptiedstreets]

There's a pair of black leather Docs sticking out from one of the booths and a snoring teenager attached to them.

He's sprawled out along the bench, head resting on top of a knapsack.

Notepads and textbooks are fanned out across the tabletop.

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[maxwellsdemon02]

Someone silently co-opts the other side of the booth and picks up a book. More homework? Duo is glad he never really went to high school.

Will the smell of coffee wafting through the air wake him up?

[emptiedstreets]

Ronan mumbles something unintelligible and mashes his face against the side of the booth.

[maxwellsdemon02]

Duo snickers and sips the coffee, flipping through the book.

Hm.

Nita wouldn't let him do her homework. Maybe he could start some without Ronan noticing. He starts shifting through the notepads, looking for a clue where to start.

[emptiedstreets]

"Eggs," Ronan says, very clearly, and sits bolt upright.

He stares blearily at the new occupant of the booth.

"What's this, now?"