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[hellonspectacles]

Early in their time in Darrow, Pal and Gideon had gotten drinks on the regular, an easy warmth growing between them that the Warden hadn’t seen coming. Lately, though, thanks to one thing or another (trauma, universe-altering necromantic theorems, and strangest of all, actual romantic relationships), they hadn’t gotten around to it. So when Gideon texts Pal a little beer stein emoji, followed by a strong of question marks, he can’t bring himself to beg off, even if his plan for the evening had involved tea and some very important necromancer math. He texts back, suggesting the name of a bar, and a few hours later he’s out in the chilly winter air, heading towards it.

And yes, he’s still doing necromancer math in his head as he approaches the bar’s entrance, but when has that not been the case?

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[wedobones]

Gideon is, as always, running slightly late. She'd meant to be on time, but then one thing had happened, and then another and, before she knew it, it was already five minutes past the time when she was supposed to be at the bar. She approaches at a jog, red hair hidden under a beanie, her hoodie zipped up under a heavy coat. When she sees him, she raises a hand.

"Warden."