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[along the street is an inch or two of snow, pristine white, marred only by a set of footsteps leading up to an outdoor cafe.
seated at a table is a man who looks eerily similar to one Tyki Mikk, but with short, brown hair, and a lack of a beauty mark. dressed in formal black vest, slacks, and a shirt held together with a red neckribbon, he stirs absently at a steaming cup of tea.
there's another cup nearby, as well as one filled with sugar cubes. all set up and ready for a certain someone.
someone who, as he'll learn, may not show up.]
((ooc: la dee da creepin' up in here. replies will come later when class is over! be slow because.. I am slow. :x))