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[Oct. 18th, 2009|07:42 pm] |
*having showered and changed following a successful weekend training session, makes his way to one of the quiet restaurants in Ossiriand, armed with a book and a distant gaze that usually keeps people well away*
*gets settled in at his favourite corner table, where the waiting staff think of him as being a slightly eccentric, but mostly harmless, young man (who dresses in sports jackets and is old before his time)*
*has his usual dinner (the soup of the day, followed by the lasagne, followed by a decaf espresso) and leaves his usual tip (25% on Sundays)* *nods goodbye to the waitress and steps out into the cool, quiet streets, peering up at the stars briefly before he makes his meandering way home* |
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