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milliways_bar2007-04-10 09:30 pm
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Robbie is at a table in a darkened corner of the bar. He has a glass of absinthe, his papers, and a pen.
He's writing, and for once, it isn't notes or schoolwork. It was his own stories he fiddles with now. The young Victorian looks a little worse for wear, but he's very concentrated on the writing.
He wouldn't turn away company, because he's polite and friendly. And company might wipe some of those lines from his face as he scribbles quickly.
He's writing, and for once, it isn't notes or schoolwork. It was his own stories he fiddles with now. The young Victorian looks a little worse for wear, but he's very concentrated on the writing.
He wouldn't turn away company, because he's polite and friendly. And company might wipe some of those lines from his face as he scribbles quickly.