Bound again, Bound again, jiggity jog?

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And there's a re-Bound Peter stumbling down the stairs, looking bleary eyed. Still not getting much sleep, and he looked not at all dressed. No shirt (but he's in reasonable shape now, flab's minimal), and just workout pants, with loafer style slippers. He yawned loudly as he went to get coffee from the Bar. No appetite for breakfast at the moment. He carted his coffee and his notebook to his usual table, keeping an eye out for anybody familiar, (or anybody to watch out for).

He wouldn't mind meeting a new face either.