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An out of the way Nexus Couch is occupied by a lean youngish fellow with icy grey hair, who flinches visibly as he suddenly realizes what an audience he's acquired.
Sidling to one end of the couch, he gives said audience a sidewise glance.
"... Has anyone had something they had to run from?"
((OOC: I'm afraid Blues won't be responding to answers to the question further down -- his mun is buried under work and research papers. apologies!))
Sidling to one end of the couch, he gives said audience a sidewise glance.
"... Has anyone had something they had to run from?"
((OOC: I'm afraid Blues won't be responding to answers to the question further down -- his mun is buried under work and research papers. apologies!))