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12:16 AM
[ Zelman's floating, cross-legged, several inches off the ground. He has a book in hand, which is weird since there aren't any streetlights nearby to give him light, but it's fine. There's an open flame sitting in the palm of his left hand to make up for that. ]
[ The look on his face screams boredom though. Whatever the book's about, it's not very engaging. After a few minutes, he fixes his gaze to the storefront window across from him, obviously contemplating something, rather than out of a narcissistic urge. When you're dead, you sadly don't have a reflection to look back at. ]
...Hm.
[ The look on his face screams boredom though. Whatever the book's about, it's not very engaging. After a few minutes, he fixes his gaze to the storefront window across from him, obviously contemplating something, rather than out of a narcissistic urge. When you're dead, you sadly don't have a reflection to look back at. ]
...Hm.