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[fruktansvard]

[ He's haphazardly dressed in something that could be considered vintage pieces of a noble era long gone. A tiny little glass of liquor by a bottle of it. To the side lay a small plate of smoked meat and a pen and a paper with notes and scribbling inside and this is all that occupies the otherwise open table.

He puts the pen down and looks outward with a calm exhale. ] What philosophies shape your life?

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[ It's not as disturbing as it could be. Perfectly bearable, as long as he keeps talking. ]

Good. Sorry. Pretty tone deaf for languages. Anyway. I'll let you get back to whatever — [ He inclines his head at the notebook. ] and quit putting off errands.

[fruktansvard]

[ He looks up at Nate again for a moment. ] It's been misinterpreted for other languages by many people, you would not be the first.

[ a beat ] Perhaps wise. Putting something off will sadly not make it disappear.

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[ That comment makes him go still for just a moment, less than a second. But it's just one of those things people say, that happens to ring more true than usual right now, all the more for being unexpected. He gives Fabian an odd little half-smile and stands, leaving his drink. ]

Sadly. See you around.

[fruktansvard]

[ You're welcome. ] I'm around. Drop by sometime, hm?