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[necessary_child]

Sam inna bar. He's got his dinner, but is currently ignoring it in favour of another very complicated game of cats-cradle with magic.

He certainly isn't preoccupied, and certainly isn't worried about a certain friend of his, or more accurately what said friend's reactions will be to an unfortunate incident the other day.

Someone really ought to tell him his food's getting cold.

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[necessary_child]

Several seconds later, Sam's drink goes flying across the room, to smash against the wall.

"Oh, stuff this. Fuck it." He stalks across the room, wrenches open the door to his world, and vanishes, slamming the door behind him.