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[controlsthedeck.livejournal.com]

*Fate breezes into the bar as breezily as a smug being like Fate can breeze. Which is to say that he blows through the door in the form of an unusually cold gust of wind before solidifying into a seated figure at the bar, not that he enters cheerily and casually. After all, that is much harder.*

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[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

[OOC: I gotta head to my bed. Slowtime okay, or just make an excuse to get away?]

[controlsthedeck.livejournal.com]

[ooc: It's okay, sure. Night!]