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[antiqueatrocity]

A is sitting in his room, curled up on the couch with a small book.  It's okay enough, though it's not his favorite he's read so far.  The author was too blatant with the symbolism for his tastes, at least.  He sighs and puts it down on the table, gently.  A's been disagreeing with a lot of things lately.  And he's not even sure why.

Well.  He sort

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[coordinated_n]

*And sure enough, there's a knock on the door.*

It's me!

[antiqueatrocity]

He hesitates, because he doesn't want to have this conversation. As if not answering the door is going to make this easier.

But he moves foreward anyway, opening the door with an obviously fake smile (thank heavens Near was blind) and ushered him in.

Hey. I was hoping you'd be here. As if he hasn't shown up every Friday the past few months.

[coordinated_n]

You'll never guess what happened to me this week. *Chatty, but tired sounding.*

[antiqueatrocity]

He tilts his head.

With this mansion, I suppose anything's possible, right?