⠀⠀⠀⠀he/they/ze
⠀⠀Master of the Mystic Arts
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀occasionally a smartass
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His smile falters.
“It was a long time ago now”
His smile falters.
“It was a long time ago now”
Coffee. The only thing he had found in the Sanctum was three years past expiry date, and traveling to Kamar-Taj for a cup was … not an option. So he had tossed away the old package and changed into something comfortable before heading out.
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So he leaned one elbow against the table and propped his chin into his palm, gazing out the window into the distance and watching the cars drive by.
So he leaned one elbow against the table and propped his chin into his palm, gazing out the window into the distance and watching the cars drive by.
After giving his order to the barista, he pulled the scarf away from his neck and picked a seat next to the window. Had he remembered his phone? Yes, it was in his jacket pocket, along with his wallet and a few small trinkets.
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After giving his order to the barista, he pulled the scarf away from his neck and picked a seat next to the window. Had he remembered his phone? Yes, it was in his jacket pocket, along with his wallet and a few small trinkets.
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and into a coffee shop a few blocks away. Far enough from Times Square, but close enough to the Sanctum to not be inconvenient. He might have visited the place before, once, back in his surgeon days. It felt so very long ago now.
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and into a coffee shop a few blocks away. Far enough from Times Square, but close enough to the Sanctum to not be inconvenient. He might have visited the place before, once, back in his surgeon days. It felt so very long ago now.
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made the roads and sidewalks gleam. An evening walk might do him good. New York was … surprisingly empty for this time of day. The city that never sleeps was napping, if that term could be used for such a thing.
Stephen didn’t mind it. He appreciated it, in fact, as he walked down the street
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made the roads and sidewalks gleam. An evening walk might do him good. New York was … surprisingly empty for this time of day. The city that never sleeps was napping, if that term could be used for such a thing.
Stephen didn’t mind it. He appreciated it, in fact, as he walked down the street
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It had been some time now since he had visited a good old coffee shop, after all.
Outside the doors in the streets of New York, summer had reached its end and fall had taken its place. Wet leaves were dotting the ground in places where the crowd was thin, and a light rain
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It had been some time now since he had visited a good old coffee shop, after all.
Outside the doors in the streets of New York, summer had reached its end and fall had taken its place. Wet leaves were dotting the ground in places where the crowd was thin, and a light rain
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