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[stinger_aim]

*Trevor's at his usual coffee house spot, and this time he's staring intently at a chess board. He's reading a book of rules. At first, it seems simple enough, but the moment he looks at the board, he's lost. He moves a pawn on the white end and smiles.

Of course, he's reading a comic two minutes after he's moved about five pieces.*

Ahh, much

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In which the phrase "action tags" go completely over my head

[anemptydecapo]

[It was strange. It had been months since carrying out that last mission and after the incident occurred, everything grew uncomfortably quiet. He knew "himself" to be alive once again. He wasn't an idiot. But if the mission had been carried out, why care? And he didn't. Master Zato had disappeared in the silence, leaving Venom to spend the days again searching in vain for him and ignoring Carl's chattiness.

He should get something for Carl.

Though the thought came out of the blue, it was good enough. Venom wasn't entirely sure what Carl liked, but food tended to be the easiest choices. Maybe he'd treat the boy and his "sister" to a muffin or--

He had been half way to the counter before seeing a younger version of himself already in the building. He'd almost forgotten that one. He shouldn't get involved. If some alternate version of himself had managed to live without the Guild in his life, he had no business introducing the concept to him. No matter what he may have wanted, he wasn't that cruel.

He'd stay quiet as he stole

[stinger_aim]

*Trevor reached over as his eyes remained glued to the book. His fingers tried to grab something that wasn't there on the plate. Great, did he finish his chocolate croissant already? The boy sighed and put his book down.

And that's when he noticed the older version of himself. Trevor paused for a moment. There was the winged one and the non-winged one. Neither of them were exactly approachable. But being the eternally curious one, Trevor got up and went to the counter*

I recommend the lemon scones. They are rather nice here.

[anemptydecapo]

Nngh... [Spotted. This had been a bad idea.

He should have shooed the boy away. Instead, he turns his attention back to the pastries on display.]

Oh. Thank you.

[stinger_aim]

Or if you prefer, the cheese danish is good as well. It's a bit sweet for my tastes. Oh! You should ask about their pastry of the day, because-

*Trevor stops himself. He rambled when he was nervous, and it showed.*

Ah, sorry. Got carried away, there.

*Awwkwaaarrrd*

So! You must be one of the other Venoms, right?

[rebellion_azure]

It's been well quiet since he returned to this strange nexus.Since the so-called criminal has nothing better to do and with an empty stomach.He finds the shop and decides drop by to get some food at least.

[stinger_aim]

*The fellow white-haired boy looked up from his book. There stood a man in red, a man that reminded Trevor of someone very close to him. He tries not to stare, but he fails. Bad.*