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Trowa's sitting at a table near the back of the room, with a mostly finished lunch of macaroni and cheese and ham, and a recently refilled glass of cranberry juice. (Technically it's dinnertime here, if not a bit late for that, but sometimes Milliways is weird about timezones. It's noon at home.)
He also has a liberal scattering of lion hairs on his shirt and jeans, but so be it.
Odds are excellent that he's people-watching as well, even though he looks like he's primarily absorbed in his food.
[Tinytag of sociability: Quatre Raberba Winner]
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He also has a liberal scattering of lion hairs on his shirt and jeans, but so be it.
Odds are excellent that he's people-watching as well, even though he looks like he's primarily absorbed in his food.
[Tinytag of sociability: Quatre Raberba Winner]
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