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Artan Stillman (tatsandwaffles) wrote in utr_logs,

"I'm still pretty fuckin' sure this place likes us or somethin'," he chuckled, "that or your family's damn good luck is really, REALLY hardcore." He sat up when the waitress came and dropped off their plates of food. His was his usual waffles, eggs and bacon, and he set straight into making a sandwich out of it. "See, thing is, squirt, I don't feel like it's been four years. Feels more like, Iunno. Six months, two days, and twenty-eight minutes. Way less. But here, we've got our totally awesome daughter, and SHE'S knocked up now," much to the consternation of the Thief who could feel old over a song playing on the classic rock station, "and our son, who's starting to walk, which is... pretty epic, actually. Tell me I'm not feeling weird about that for no reason?"

Nevermind the fact that he got to see Mitch - however briefly - since being here. He actually kind of missed his sister. She was good company.