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Slayer inna bar, with coffee and food.

Headphones are in evidence, but no books, this time, Antarian or otherwise.

Conversation welcome.
un_fallen: (hidden)

[personal profile] un_fallen 2006-03-28 05:07 am (UTC)(link)
He freezes for a moment, then withdraws his hand slowly and leans back. There's an uncomfortable pause, and he reaches into his pocket for the cigarettes to fill it.

"Reputation precedes me, I guess?"
un_fallen: (light cigarette)

[personal profile] un_fallen 2006-03-28 05:23 am (UTC)(link)
"Ah," he says, and the first cigarette is lit with the flick of a thumb on metal. His lighters click together as he drops one back into his pocket.

"Little more than just reputation, then."
un_fallen: (smoke)

[personal profile] un_fallen 2006-03-28 05:31 am (UTC)(link)
He blinks, looking up at her and then quickly away.

"Who was it told you that?" he asks, his voice flat.

"Incidentally, it's not very good advice. Running seems to bring it on more quickly."

A long, bracing drag.

"And no one's ever been fast enough."
un_fallen: (pensive)

[personal profile] un_fallen 2006-03-28 05:45 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh." He relaxes a little, looks somewhat more composed.

"Well, I guess he wouldn't have known. And Bernard never has liked me much, since."
un_fallen: (in fact)

[personal profile] un_fallen 2006-03-28 06:16 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah. I heard they were close, later." He shrugs.

"It wasn't, though. Personal. Just so you know."
un_fallen: (sleeve (fahye))

[personal profile] un_fallen 2006-03-28 06:42 am (UTC)(link)
He laughs weakly and nods, with another pull of smoke.

"Yeah, he surprised me. I can't control it, when it takes over like that. Crowley was very lucky to get away in time."