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RP: Myron & Open
Who: Myron & Open
What: Fresh air makes your brain work better
Where: Astronomy tower
When: Midnight, 10th July

Myron was leaning up against the tower battlements, watching the little orange light of his cigarette burn down between his fingers. He'd have to make a trip into town to get more soon, along with a few other 'helpers' to male writing easier. He'd run out yesterday, but it was only this afternoon that it had proved an issue. For now he was just hoping a blast of Scottish night air would keep him in the right mindset until he restocked.

With a sigh, Myron flicked the spemt cigarette butt off the side, turning as it vanished into the darkness and slouching down to sit on the cold stone floor, ignoring the damp patch of moss or the suspicious pile of bird mess and instead reaching for his notebook. The pencil he fished from his jacket pocket was worn down almost to the end, and he muttered a charm to sharpen it before he put it to paper.

Myron's dark hair fell into his eyes as bowed his head over his work, lips silently moving as he worked to get down whatever was in his head before sobriety whisked it away. He didn't even notice the small door start to open until it gave a subtle creak. The Irishman's head snapped up, his hand automatically falling to cover the words on the page as he peered through the moonlight to see who had interrupted.