As Doppio ascended the hill, gone was his usual fidgety and meandering gait. He was possessed by a certain focus in spite of his injury--or perhaps because of it.
When he came upon the scene, he paused. The two young men were gone. He touched the limestone exterior of the building and took a deep breath. He looked up at the sign hanging above the door that had nearly broken his nose and identified the text right away. It was a pub.
He grabbed the handle and entered and the door creaked closed behind him.
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Date: 2025-02-27 06:03 am (UTC)When he came upon the scene, he paused. The two young men were gone. He touched the limestone exterior of the building and took a deep breath. He looked up at the sign hanging above the door that had nearly broken his nose and identified the text right away. It was a pub.
He grabbed the handle and entered and the door creaked closed behind him.