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[ It's not the first time he's ended up in a place without knowing how he got there, and the worst part of it is he's genuinely used to it. But it still takes Fox a moment to regain his focus and take stock of his surroundings, try to figure out exactly where here is. Definitely a pub, and certainly not one his father would approve of. As far as these situations go, it's not a bad one; he's got a table to himself in the corner and half a pint sitting in front of him.
And a journal - no, scraps of paper; records? Begged off the bartender, apparently, and he's been writing on the back. After a quick glance around to make sure he's not likely to be mugged in the near future, he takes a drink and turns his attention to his handiwork - though it doesn't take long for his curious expression to drop.
It's poetry, and it's awful. ]
This is terrible.
And a journal - no, scraps of paper; records? Begged off the bartender, apparently, and he's been writing on the back. After a quick glance around to make sure he's not likely to be mugged in the near future, he takes a drink and turns his attention to his handiwork - though it doesn't take long for his curious expression to drop.
It's poetry, and it's awful. ]
This is terrible.
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His keen hearing picks up on the stranger muttering to himself, and Mordecai leans over, interjecting with great interest:]
Is it, really? Let me see.
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Ah, it's - [ Slightly awkward, actually, because he technically wrote it, or would have appeared to. Either way, there's only a brief hesitation before he offers a page, partly for lack of shame, partly because there's... something. He's not sure what, but it's not unlike a lingering spirit. Sometimes it's easier to dissuade them from bothering you when you look very busy. ]
I apologize in advance. I clearly shouldn't be writing under the influence. [ GET IT....... ]