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[not-a-redshirt.livejournal.com]

Castle sits in a darkened corner booth, staring blankly at the back of the booth in front of him, taking the occasional mechanical sip of some vile-looking, heavily alcoholic drink.

Oh yeah. He'll make for some fun conversation.

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[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

"Hullo," somebody in a purple sweater said in passing.

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

A gentle touch, feather-light fingers lacing through Lee's hair without a word.

[namo]

Just the one he happens to be looking for.

And worry immediately creases his brow.

"Lamcaraxë?" he asks, approaching carefully.

[guppy_sandhu]

"I tried that too. Wish it worked."