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See Tim Outside the bar.

Wave Tim, wave.

See Tim gesticulating to attract Dracos attention from where he sits outside the window.

Tim is a weird one.

Yes he is. Very weird.
Draco noticed the waving, and wonders why he's out there.
No, the whole being out in space isn't odd to him really. Tim knows magic, so why not? Doesn't have the best concept on living beings in a vaccuum being a bad thing for the living part.
He got up, and walked over to the window.

Tim steps forward, passing through the window. For a moment, there is suction and cold. But just a moment.

"Evening!"

Draco nodded, "Evening, Tim. Felt like popping out for a moment, I see?"

"It's quiet out there. Really helps me think."

About what, he's not sure.

"Yes, I suppose so. Anything particular? Or just idle thoughts?" Draco's just making idle conversation at the moment.

"Life, women and suckage."

A shrug.

"Trying to figure out my purpose in life, y'know?"

"Well, minus the women part, and yes, I know what you mean. And I seem to recall a similiar conversation about the life's purpose. But weren't we sitting reversed then?" There was a bit of a joking smirk underlying his comments.

"So is it your turn with the mushrooms and wandering in the desert to talk to the voices in your head then?"

Tim stares at Draco. Then strokes his chin. Then shakes his head.

"Naw, I know myself. I just don't know what to DO with myself, stuck here, divorced, jobless..."

Draco nodded, "That is a dilemma."

He shrugs.

"Have you dealt with your problem yet?"

"I'm still deciding. I don't want to be a part of any of it, anymore. I'm sick of there only being one side or the other."

"Then do what I do. Sit in the middle. Simply treat people the way you'd like to be treated. As a general rule, people gravitate slightly towards the light. To be truly neutral, everytime you do something good, you'd have to do something bad. But you can step out of the fight."

Draco thought of that.

"I'd like that, I think."

"Of course, first you have to renounce both sides. Or at least tell them to go fuck themselves."

Which is why Tim is Bound.

Draco grinned at that. "Certainly has appeal. But then there's no breaks from either side though, right? Be vulnerable right?"

"That can be."

Tim taps the table.

"But this is supposed to be a neutral place. Light respects that. Dark... gets smacked by light."

Draco thought about it, and then commented, "Well, Dark wouldn't keep neutral I suppose. Waste of a good opportunity not to. And yes, I've noticed how my current decision has painted a large bull's eye on my arse by some of the looks I've gotten around here. Worst than the insults and comments around school really."

"We like to keep it peaceful. Dark has a hard time with that."

Draco nodded, "Not when there's potential for scheming and conflict. Mostly since that was the only way to show strength, via conflict that is." His father had long since drilling such militaristic viewpoints into his son's head as well.

"Life sucks."

"Yes, you said something along those lines already." Draco studied him some.

"Really did take a bad turn of late, haven't you?"

"Did i?"

Tim shakes his head.

'I've been rather rattled since coming to this place. But, yeh, lately, I seem scattered."

Draco nodded, "Considering who's praises you were singing lately, I'm not surprised. Ought to give yourself a thorough onceover there, Tim. Make sure nothing's been tampered with."

"Huh."

Tim ponders this.

"Maybe I should have a chat with myself. Let's see, who's leading the council right now?"

Tim closes his eyes, then makes a face.

"Ugh! Dark side, Female side, Elf side, Wizard side and human side. No good."

Draco stared at him. "You're not in the middle, you're all sides in one, aren't you?"

He added, "Well, guess you'll never be bored. Can always hold a meeting with yourself."

"Absorbed a couple of thousand different versiosn of myself."

His eyes snap open.

"S'nowhere near as fun as you'd think."

Draco blinked at that, "And yet you kept your figure even with all that, astounding. And no, I don't supposed it would be after all."

Tim pats his waist.

"My secret is magic."

"Well of course, isn't it always?" Draco smirked.

"Some people use hard work."

Tim waves a ahnd.

"I've sworn off the stuff, ever since I got fired from Security."

Perrault has gotten something of an overview of Milliways, shall we millitime in this thread. So he merely peers to determine the title of the book.

Fair enough.

It's the book Tom Riddle gave him for Christmas, Defense Against the Dark Art: Advanced Techniques.

Draco seemed thoroughly engrossed in it at the moment.

Perrault doesn't find this highly interesting, and the mun is seriously considering thoughts of sleep, so he chooses to leave Draco to his reading and move on.