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milliways_bar2006-02-17 10:44 pm
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It's very sudden. Atton just gets up from where he is sitting, drinking something surprisingly non-alcoholic and leaves the bar.
A couple of moments later, he enters again. Except he looks much younger. Thirteen years younger, in fact, or thereabouts. And very hungover.
"Oh, kriff, not again - ..." Eighteen-year-old-Atton-who-is-not-yet-called-Atton breaks off into a stream of curses, but runs out of them before long. So he goes and looks broody in a booth.
It seemed a good idea at the time.
((Mun may have to go in forty minutes or, at the most, two hours, so slowtime may be necessary.))
A couple of moments later, he enters again. Except he looks much younger. Thirteen years younger, in fact, or thereabouts. And very hungover.
"Oh, kriff, not again - ..." Eighteen-year-old-Atton-who-is-not-yet-called-Atton breaks off into a stream of curses, but runs out of them before long. So he goes and looks broody in a booth.
It seemed a good idea at the time.
((Mun may have to go in forty minutes or, at the most, two hours, so slowtime may be necessary.))
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"The truth frightens you that much, does it?"
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"Forget about it." She sounded tired all of a sudden. "You are just a boy. Go back to your world and don't think about it anymore."
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As soon as he was far enough away, her shoulders slumped and she lay her head against the coolness of the Bar.