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It's no longer as warm outside as it used to be, so Urquhart has settled back into his room. He's slouching on the divan, only half-dressed, slowly inhaling a large mug of hot spiced coffee, and chatting to Moist about all the things that have happened in the bar in his absence.
It rather feels like catching him up on the plot of a soap opera.
"... and he's totally smitten with the man," he concludes his tale about Orpheus, Steve Rogers and all the rest (the part with all the schadenfreude about Teja came first, of course). "I have no idea how much he knows about what Orpheus is up to. I mean, there's even this vampire. So I try and say nothing. I really don't want anything to do with the inevitable drama when it happens."
Ugh. People and all their feelings.
It rather feels like catching him up on the plot of a soap opera.
"... and he's totally smitten with the man," he concludes his tale about Orpheus, Steve Rogers and all the rest (the part with all the schadenfreude about Teja came first, of course). "I have no idea how much he knows about what Orpheus is up to. I mean, there's even this vampire. So I try and say nothing. I really don't want anything to do with the inevitable drama when it happens."
Ugh. People and all their feelings.
