He gave his other self the once-over. He could ask which one the man was, but really...he didn't care all too much at the moment. Shaking his head, he mumbled, "I turn into a prettyboy. A drunken prettyboy. That's just fan-bloody-tastic."
And then after another sip, "You know we don't believe in coincidence with this kind of thing anymore. Usually means big trouble. Well, that's what it always seemed to mean. I'd say not to get too comfy, but I think I came in far too late to give that warning."
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Date: 2007-01-12 03:30 am (UTC)And then after another sip, "You know we don't believe in coincidence with this kind of thing anymore. Usually means big trouble. Well, that's what it always seemed to mean. I'd say not to get too comfy, but I think I came in far too late to give that warning."