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rupert "miles" glass (clowning) wrote in bellumlogs,

"Unfortunately, tea isn't strong enough for me."

Miles watched the waitress enthusiastically skitter off along the gleaming sea of tile, to fetch the hatted mans order. More accurately, he'd followed her retreat searchingly the way a jackal would monitor the unsteady gait of a newly born cub--carefully, curiously, and filled with a need to pounce. He'd turned back to his company with a knowing grin and a sigh that parted his mouth, and inspired him to speak more.

"So, are you from that haunted apartment?" he'd asked without shame. He was never one to care much for possibly appearing like a fool, and in all honesty, he'd rather like to get to know some of the people in the building now, then he'd ever had before. Probably on account of all this confusion.

"Odd night, hasn't it been?" he'd added, as he reached deliberately for the sugar packets aside from him.