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[tyler_marlocke]

A few days ago, this young man gave a promise to a young boy who was Bound. Thus, there's a note being deposited at the bar.

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[the_ghostking]

There's a boy by the bar at this very moment silently :D-ing to himself. Because to show it would just be a sign of ... uh. Weakness. Or something.

He glances around, looking for the author of this note expectantly.

[tyler_marlocke]

The author of the note is looking up from his chosen reading material and whistling a sharp high note.

"Hey!"

[the_ghostking]

Trying not to be too eager to escape this place for a while, he makes his way over to Beauford's table.

"Video games and pizza?" He waves the note. Cheerfully-like. "Sounds awesome."

[tyler_marlocke]

"And possibly underground glow-in-the-dark pirate puttputt golf."

Did the note mention that?

No, it didn't.

Beauford's getting up from his table anyways and walking towards his door.

[mandercommander]

"Hey there." Bonzo notices someone who might have a family resemblance to someone he knows, but he can't place who it is. "New here?"

[tyler_marlocke]

He looks up and manages a smile.

"Not really, but there was a five year dry spell where I couldn't find any doors for a while. Name's Beauford Tannen." And he'll offer out a spare hand while the other marks his place in the book.

[mandercommander]

Bonzo accepts the handshake. "Bonzo Madrid. Nice to meet you, Beauford. When are you from?" Pause. "And where?"

[tyler_marlocke]

"Seattle, Washington, 2026." A little useful fibbing. "Yourself?"