[But it takes more than a bit of concealer to hide exhaustion from a careful eye. And Magpie's not the kid who sat nervously in the corner here, any longer. He is in his usual corner, though, in a wicker basket chair; he gets to his feet as Crow approaches.]
Welcome to the world of the living. [His grin loses some of its edge. It really is good to see Crow, not that he'll say so. Even if he looks like shit.
Hanagokoro, by the way, is old; it was founded in the Meiji period, though it's been reinvented several times since. The atmosphere's not unlike Leblanc, with lots of old wood and dim light and quiet—though the place is larger, and clearly caters to a higher class of clientele. Enough so that it might seem odd that Magpie likes it.]
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Welcome to the world of the living. [His grin loses some of its edge. It really is good to see Crow, not that he'll say so. Even if he looks like shit.
Hanagokoro, by the way, is old; it was founded in the Meiji period, though it's been reinvented several times since. The atmosphere's not unlike Leblanc, with lots of old wood and dim light and quiet—though the place is larger, and clearly caters to a higher class of clientele. Enough so that it might seem odd that Magpie likes it.]