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milliways_bar2016-11-21 03:44 pm
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Ganymede comes in looking rather different than he has been: he's dressed in dark jeans, black boots, a shirt similarly colored with its hood up, face unpainted and unshaven. He sits down with a leather portfolio, making notes in quick handwriting, narrow, slanted and elegant.
It's time for a new identity, though he rather likes the one he has; Ganymede liked to be prepared either way. He sighs, and checks his watch, the hammered metal band glinting in the light. He looks unnatural, sharply featured as he asks for a glass of wine, lowering the deep hood and pulling his long braid, wound with gold, from the fabric.
Feel free to bother him.
It's time for a new identity, though he rather likes the one he has; Ganymede liked to be prepared either way. He sighs, and checks his watch, the hammered metal band glinting in the light. He looks unnatural, sharply featured as he asks for a glass of wine, lowering the deep hood and pulling his long braid, wound with gold, from the fabric.
Feel free to bother him.