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[777thdegree]

He falls into a chair with a creak of aged leather and the clink of buckles against wood, this hobo in leather and wool and too many years.

He'll order tea in a minute.

First he's going to enjoy being somewhere Dave isn't. Somewhere Horvath isn't.

He imagined this all being... easier. Or at least more straight forward. And involving fewer duels in bathrooms.

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[777thdegree]

"... Most likely, I'd have a cinnamon roll." Because honestly, it suits all situations.

And would keep him from doing something disastrous to the master-apprentice bond.

[herr_bookman]

"... A cinnamon roll," Autor repeats, just to make sure he heard him right. "Well, okay. Do you want me to stop asking questions about him?"

[777thdegree]

"It is, of course, up to you." How much useless information does Autor want, anyway?

[herr_bookman]

Never underestimate the power of useless information.

"We might play this game again sometime," Autor says casually. "But right now I'm getting a bit wary of sharing."

He did manage to uncover some wounds--his own, which he's a bit surprised about.