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Apr. 5th, 2009 08:53 pmFebruary 26, 2007
This time he's waiting by the staff entrance to Redleaf, about half an hour before the start of the evening shift: standing in a shadow, leaning one shoulder against the wall, coat collar drawn up against the thin misting rain. It's all rather pleasingly noir, and a small part of him wishes this were less serious so he could enjoy it properly.
He recognizes the coat before he can properly see the man under it. Not that he's ever seen Fitz's raincoat before, but something that color heading in this direction could only be him.
This time he's waiting by the staff entrance to Redleaf, about half an hour before the start of the evening shift: standing in a shadow, leaning one shoulder against the wall, coat collar drawn up against the thin misting rain. It's all rather pleasingly noir, and a small part of him wishes this were less serious so he could enjoy it properly.
He recognizes the coat before he can properly see the man under it. Not that he's ever seen Fitz's raincoat before, but something that color heading in this direction could only be him.
