Jag had been about to ask Coby if he wanted to head out to the beach, today if he was up for it, or the next day, it didn't matter. He just wanted to get out of here. London had been as sedentary as he'd got since the circus had become family, and the city was bloody huge. This was a traveler's worst nightmare, and he needed a change of scenery.
But Coby's suggestion derailed that train of thought, and he looked over at him with raised eyebrows. "This place fixes itself, doesn't it?" He looked back around the bar. "There's no shortage of ugly furniture." But his heart wasn't in it.
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Date: 2017-12-27 02:24 pm (UTC)But Coby's suggestion derailed that train of thought, and he looked over at him with raised eyebrows. "This place fixes itself, doesn't it?" He looked back around the bar. "There's no shortage of ugly furniture." But his heart wasn't in it.