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[balletrat]

*Meg is brooding sulking sitting in the bar looking quite reasonable. With coffee.*

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[balletrat]

*Meg sighs, and hands the rose firmly back.*

I'm flattered and all, but I'm really not up for being stalked today. Maybe some other time? I'll try and work you into my schedule, how's that?

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He takes the rose. There is a swirl of cloak, and the flower he is holding is merely a dead, dried stem. There is a faint scent, reminiscent of rose petals. He bows again, and steps away.

[balletrat]

*Meg glares after him.*

And don't you try talking to me through the plumbing in the middle of the night! *she shouts after his departing form.*