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[hunter_legend]

Guess who's in a booth?

...yeah, if you can see him behind the charts and papers and tomes, feel free to say hi. Otherwise, keep walking.

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[creator_raven]

It is entirely possible that there is a tall dark-haired man peering at him from over the pile of reading.

More than possible, in fact.

Raven is irritating like that.

Also grinning.

Because he can.

[hunter_legend]

John turns.

Slowly.

"Yes?"

[creator_raven]

Raven flicks one of the books.

"You are so much for building a fortress out of paper, perhaps?"

It is very odd.

[hunter_legend]

There's a long pause on that one. A good, long pause.

"Sort of," he admits.

[realmrsreynolds]

"Do you have a pen I could borrow?" a woman's voice asks from behind John's ensconced position at the booth. "I'd ask the bar, but I'm almost done."

[hunter_legend]

He looks up and gives the lady a smile before realizing what she'd asked and starting to look around. He's busy, yeah, but being discourteous never helped anybody.

Like he needs any bad karma screwing things up.

"Here," he says, his voice a little rough from disuse. "That work? S'black."

He always used black ink. Blue always seemed half-assed.

[realmrsreynolds]

"Perfect, xiexie," Sallie returns, reaching for the pen over the back of John's seat. "Black goes with my project."

Which is a continued effort to expand Sallie's maiming of Millicent from earlier -- the uncomfortable-looking axe protruding from stick-figure Millicent has gained much detail, whereas you can now tell the pie in stick-figure Sallie's hands has a lattice across the top.

[hunter_legend]

"Project?"

Now he's a little curious.

There's a moment where he tells himself that he ought to focus on his work, but then there's another voice that reminds him that he's at the end of the universe (which is still frickin' weird) and five minutes won't actually mean anyone dying.

[bannion_sight]

"You look busier than anyone I've ever seen in here before," comes the laughing comment.

The young woman who's paused by his table has a bunch of folders propped in the crook of her arm and braced against her hip, and a cup of coffee in her other hand-- which she offers to him.

"It helps, I find."

[hunter_legend]

He moves a few of the papers and reaches past a tome and holds up his own, cold, coffee.

"Thanks."

[bannion_sight]

"... and I see you already know that. Of course."

Kim's still smiling, although now her color's heightened a bit and she looks a little rueful.

"Anyway -- I don't want to bother you --"

[hunter_legend]

He shakes his head and breathes in, closing his eyes for a moment as he goes over how long he's been working and how long he's been here and when the last time was he'd slept.

Huh.

Up for a break or he'd start losing his focus.

"You're not. Don't worry about it."

[bubblesflies]

A pair of blue eyes topped by blonde bangs riiiiiises up over the highest point of the stack of books.

And then ducks down when she realizes she's been seen!

[hunter_legend]

John notices, but only flicks his eyes in that direction. He's busy, so he's not about to chase after someone.

[bubblesflies]

Bubbles nearly checks again to be sure she did not disturb the person who actually did turn out to be there (and who she was trying not to disturb,) but starts to fly off instead.

She knows from the professor that people who are working very hard on important projects need not to have little girls asking questions or whales brought into their workspace!

[hunter_legend]

...that is a flying little girl.

John can't help watching her float off.