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[mm_danii]

He's been here before. That much is obvious. There'd been a darkness to his eyes, anger to his steps, but the second they'd hit wood instead of the marble halls of the Sforzando Magic School, he'd been able to breathe.

The bar. He was at the end of the universe. Thank God.After taking a minute to get his bearings again, he made his way to

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[witchoftwominds]

There's a black-clad woman with a pointed hat sitting just down the bar working on some paradoxes of her own along with a pint of beer so dark that light almost falls into it.

"They're very good today," she observes to the other man when he orders.

[bow_to_destiny]

He's not so much a man as a teenager; he is rather tall, however, so it's hard to tell.

"Which?"

He looked over to see what she might be talking about.

"Oh. The paradoxes. Yeah."

He sounds as if he doesn't know why she might have spoken to him, mostly because he doesn't.

[witchoftwominds]

She nods. "The paradoxes, yeah," she repeats. "Some days, they're a little soggy. Today's a good day."

[bow_to_destiny]

He shrugged.

"I've never had them soggy. But I don't come in too often. I kind of thought I might not be able to come anymore," he admitted, not looking at her. He didn't really make eye contact that often. "I went away to school."

He blinked.

"I've never met you before."