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[md_donighal]

[OOM: At the Culinary Institute of America, Flynn Carsen and Divis Mal demonstrate what every Delta Green agent knows: stomping Nazi butt is always a worthwhile endeavor. Now completed.]

Gray suit comin'. Nova inna bar, with tea. Minimalist, but botherable withal.

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[shadowsfound]

Former X-Men trainee, also inna bar.
Nursing a cup of juice and a hangover, alternatively.

[md_donighal]

Something about this hung-over kid* makes Michael's node itch. He looks at the kid, trying to figure out his deal.

* Michael's 225 years old, even though he only looks about 37. To him, practically everyone bar the non-ethereals is arguably a "kid".

[shadowsfound]

Kevin looks back, and puts his cup down. "Yeah." It's both greeting, and
question, by the tone. He's not really awake yet, and the headache he's got
would be big enough to put on a sweater, should it be embodied.

*when you're 17-almost-18, you hear 'kid' addressed to you a lot. 'Specially when your former professors know where you are*g*

[md_donighal]

"There's something about you... have we met?"