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thanks clarke ([personal profile] strove) wrote2018-07-28 10:27 pm

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[personal profile] preseance 2020-11-07 04:59 am (UTC)(link)
Be my pleasure. See you in about fifteen or so.

an' off he goes!!

he'll get there right on time (or thereabouts, anyway) an' besides him bein' a little more identifiably older there ain't much else that's new. more grey in the hair, couple more lines where the weather's done its damage in the southern sun. he's a hard thirty-two, but that's war for you.

he slips into a seat behind the bar an' just waits for her to finish up politely.
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[personal profile] preseance 2020-11-19 11:22 pm (UTC)(link)
he wishes he had a goddamn cigarette. his fingers keep twitching in the unselfconscious motion of knockin' ash off a cherry. he ain't well an' truly a fidgetin' sort, but he finds himself toyin' with whatever he has close to hand. when clarke finishes up, he sets it aside an' stands to greet her, offerin' out an arm to wrap her up in a fond hug.

An' how.

that's playful enough, as far as greetings go.

How's business an' the like been?
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[personal profile] preseance 2020-11-28 07:50 pm (UTC)(link)
he gestures for her to precede him out the establishment's front door (he never has gotten used to the doors of the future) an' then falls into step beside her. the night's warm, but it's a familiar sort of warm that don't trouble him much at all. hell, he'd take just about any climate you can imagine over the cold in belgium in '44.

What, raisin' Hell, you mean?

ain't like the displaced don't get into their share of trouble.