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onceinblueGabriel has to wryly reflect over the whole situation, which on the surface was quite simplistic: drinks with an attractive woman in her London apartment. If this were an average encounter, something that occurred where he came from, it just wouldn't happen. Not in London, with the current restrictions on the travel of those supernatural. And definitely not with Norea, or rather Hasibe, if only out of pure politics. And definitely not after the frank discussion they'd just had, with someone he had - freely! - given his real name.
The more he thought about it, the more bizarre it seemed.
But he was, nonetheless, here, thanks to the strange convenience of Xanadu, unsure of what to expect but surprised at how much he was looking forward to it. That was probably something he ought to be working on.
"I would be lying if I said this was something I'm used to."
The more he thought about it, the more bizarre it seemed.
But he was, nonetheless, here, thanks to the strange convenience of Xanadu, unsure of what to expect but surprised at how much he was looking forward to it. That was probably something he ought to be working on.
"I would be lying if I said this was something I'm used to."
