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[stuck_mynock]

Atton is packing. He's not leaving just yet, but he's getting the few things he wants to take with him packed.

He's still walking a little awkwardly, but his bruises have faded some more, even if they remain very noticeable, and while he doesn't look cheerful as such, he seems content enough.

Botherable.

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[jawaswag]

Gavin is more than a little confused after walking by Atton's room (an attempt to find his boyfriend) and seeing a scene that looks a whole vapin' lot like packing.

So it is a very awkward and worried Gavin that finds Atton downstairs. "You were going to tell me, right?"

[stuck_mynock]

"Yes. With a note if I couldn't find you, at least." Atton smiles. "Not going t'be gone for long, just need t'clear my head a bit. Find somewhere quiet and ... 'S complicated. Conscience-y stuff, few old wounds've been opened up lately."

[jawaswag]

Gavin is still frowning. Especially now that he's noticed the bruisers. "Emperor's black bones, Atton. What happened?"

[stuck_mynock]

"Nothing important, Gavin. And 's not my fault, either."

[mandercommander]

Blink. "Atton, right?" Pause. "What happened to you?"

[stuck_mynock]

"Oh, y'know how it is. One minute you're roped into a musical, the next everybody turns into robots. These things happen."

[mandercommander]

Blink. "I've never had that happen to me." Pause. "And I didn't think violence was allowed in the Bar."

[stuck_mynock]

"'S not really violence, robots are just incredibly clumsy dancers."