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[last_adam]

*He'd looked around the bar, no Thom. Out back, no Thom. Right then. If the Thom will not come to the Adam.... the Adam will come to Thom. He knocks on the door hesitantly, arrows and note in hand.*

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[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

*absently* Mmph.

*He closes his eyes, still running his fingers along the arrows, and there's a flicker of warm violet light to them.*

[last_adam]

*Adam opens his eyes and watches. And waits. And waits. And waits. He taps his foot impatiently, but manages to keep from saying anything, despite the feeling that he must have been sitting there already for hours.*

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

*That'll be ... because it's been hours.

At last Thom puts the things down, gets out a piece of paper and starts to write.

It's dark out now.*

[last_adam]

*Adam blinks his eyes, looking out the window. He wants to ask, he wants to know, but he doesn't want to piss Thom off again.


...for once.*

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

*slowly, as if just beginning to wake up*

Baird's not an idiot ... he should know what to do with this.

Explaining where it came from's your problem.

[last_adam]

*Adam nods, and looks over Thom's shoulder.*

I'll-

I don't know. I'll think of something.

*And now he's just got hours upon hours to kill until Thayet comes back for him.*






Want a drink?

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

Sure.

*Thom stands, and they go out together.*