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Standing in front of the building Luis looked at himself in the glass, “See this is why I don’t like people.” He hadn’t been anywhere near the fight that had broken out but in passing he was a casualty in the damage. If there hadn’t been as many humans around as there were he probably would have killed him. “It’s not really as bad as it looks it is?” He’d tried to clean up as much of the blood as he could but the cut was still kind of deep.

The museum isn’t as crowded as it normally would be for a Saturday morning, and Lysander imagines it is in large part due to the storm raging outside. It hadn’t been enough to stop him from venturing out, and he’s glad for that—the relative tranquility made for a peaceful visit. He had already spent near an hour in the Greek and Roman exhibit, taking in each and every statue. When he eventually lands on Pausanias of Sparta, he stares at the marble recreation of his old friend’s face. The hardness in his expression had been captured perfectly—but they didn’t quite get his nose right. Lost in his thoughts, he takes a moment to realise that the person next to him is now speaking to him. He blinks, suddenly aware that he had been staring for close to ten minutes, and turns his head to the side to look at them.

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8:28PM

“Hm, so this wasn’t the way to the park?” Lune asked, tilting their head as they stared at the other person. They didn’t think they were that lost, but directions had never been their strongsuit. Landmarks were usually the method they used to know if they were going the right direction or not. “Then I should try going the other direction.” Retrace their steps and just go from there. It should work. 

Tea didn’t quite have the same effect it once did, but she found it soothing nonetheless. She was lucky enough that her favorite Turkish bakery was a ten minute drive from work, and when there was traffic, as there often was, it gave her an excuse to stay out of the office and stare at her phone in the backseat of her hired car. Today, perhaps because the city was still reeling from the gala, the streets weren’t as congested and she took this as an opportunity to eat her açma inside the bakery instead of taking it to go. Azra glanced up from her tablet, noticing that the same person had been looking at at the menu for a few minutes now. “Everything is good,” she assured them, “but if you’d like some suggestions, I’d be happy to help.”