[ Milly probably runs into him as he's making his fifth daily caffeine stop. He's vaguely concerned the coffee will be gone forever soon, deemed an 'unnecessary luxury' or some shit. He'll probably die. Best to load up on a year's supply now, right?
The throng of new people doesn't particularly phase him - nothing is quite as alarming as those first few moments exiting the Ingress oneself - so he leans against a nearby wall, coffee in hand, watching people as they pass by. He plays something of a game with himself, seeing if he can guess who's new and who's not.
Then Milly passes, and she's certainly not new, but she's also been frozen solid for quite a while. He lowers his mug, surprised and maybe a little relieved. Not that he'd admit to it. ]
[ All casual-like, ] 'Sup, Spitfire. Have a good nap?
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The throng of new people doesn't particularly phase him - nothing is quite as alarming as those first few moments exiting the Ingress oneself - so he leans against a nearby wall, coffee in hand, watching people as they pass by. He plays something of a game with himself, seeing if he can guess who's new and who's not.
Then Milly passes, and she's certainly not new, but she's also been frozen solid for quite a while. He lowers his mug, surprised and maybe a little relieved. Not that he'd admit to it. ]
[ All casual-like, ] 'Sup, Spitfire. Have a good nap?