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EY LYN EY insert deep song lyrics here ok
[ 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.