Ariel was only a few moments late, having taken the tube down from his rooms in Chalk Farm. It was hard to miss the fallen angel once he'd walked in the door, and he nodded a hello. The place was quite busy, and the sheer glut of people all indirectly tugging at his senses was wearying from the beginning. Still, he put a good face on it. "Good evening, my friend."
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