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Original poster: museic
WHO Susan Nelthorpe (Emolpus) & Dorian Grey (Euterpe)
WHAT Randomly crossed paths IN UR FACE
WHEN Fiveish, Monday, Sept 24
WHERE Non-descript part of Seattle
STATUS Incomplete // TBA
After an interesting morning at the coffee shop and a normal workday, Dorian was nevertheless looking forward to coming home to absolute peace and quiet. There was usually music played at low volume in the store, and even if he spent most of his time in the office, the occasional ventures into the main part of the store was enough to irritate. There had been a time when he'd questioned his hate for music, in his teens when he'd began to fully appreciate his being a Tale. At the age of eight, and having lost his best friend, it wasn't something you thought a lot about. When he finally did, at first he'd tried to make himself stand music, but to no avail. Thus, he'd resigned to the fact that he couldn't stand to be around it, and tried to arrange his life around it when necessary.
Having been home fifteen minutes before, he'd found that he was in dire need of a visit to the grocery store. This was the reason he was out now, making his way back home again with a bag of groceries in one hand and the other hiding in his coat pocket. He yawned as he walked, shaking his head when he thought of how early he'd been up that morning. But he hadn't been able to go back to sleep, so what could he have done?