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[re_mybrains]

Tom doesn't look so hot, honestly.

Unless "hot" means "slumped in a booth in sweats and a long-sleeved T-shirt, drinking coffee and looking like he hasn't gotten much sleep lately."

In which case, Tom is freaking smoking.

He's got his back to the front door. It's deliberate.


[tinytag: thy kingdom come, cerberus]

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[ellectrical]

"Guess you'll have to wait and shoot them when they come in."

Beat.

"But you're not supposed to do that in here."

Conundrum!

[re_mybrains]

"Yeah, I picked up on that."

He sighs, scratching his beard. "Shouldn't waste the bullets in here, anyway."

[ellectrical]

Elle tilts her head for a moment, perhaps feeling bad for those with limited ammunition.

"The... Security could - take care of it anyway?" she hazards, after a moment.

[re_mybrains]

A shrug. "You'd hope so."

[ellectrical]

There's a pause, and then Elle slides out of the booth again.

"Well, I have to go... do something..."

Probably. A something that wasn't around when she was staring at him for no apparent reason.

Without much concern, but still there - "Good luck with your zombies.

"And nightmares."