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It's windy on the other side of the door for Charles, who comes in with a shake of his head and a slightly resigned expression. He'd planned to go home, shower, and maybe spend an hour or so in the gym; apparently the universe had other plans.

Ah, well. He'd just see if this place had either of those instead of trying to traverse back to his apartment. So, there is one twenty-seven year-old man in a chair having shucked his jacket and still smelling faintly of a woman's perfume as he leans his head back, face blank. Maybe five more minutes.

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~~Shamelessly abusing Millitime,~~ Teja is at the bar, drinking tea, still in female shape.

Watching Charles come in, looking somewhat -- exhausted?

Edited 2011-03-10 22:21 (UTC)

Not quite exhausted, but Charles is tired, certainly. It looks like he's either forgotten to shave, or just hasn't--either way, it's different as he's normally fairly clean-cut. Few people really get to see the tired man, because it's not what his job entails he put forward to the world.

He does have the presence of mind to nod at the woman watching him over her teacup, and send a smile her way.

"You look a bit tired," Teja says, taking great effort to speak casually, like a person from the future. "Want some tea?"

"I am," he says honestly. "But no thanks on the tea. I'm not quite thirsty yet."

"It'll wake you up," she says.

"No, thank you," he says, firmer. He doesn't drink tea, to start with, and he'd rather not be up all night for no good reason.

Teja very barely manages not to roll his (her?) eyes.

So bristly...

She looks into her tea cup, and shrugs.

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