[center][h2]Irish Coffee[/h2][/center]
[center][i]Themerlinhawk[/i][/center]
[center]Lazarus[/center]

The door moved open neatly as Thomas slid in through the door of Darlyn’s Cafe. [i]Quaint[/i] It was certainly a change of pace for the professor. Not that he looked it but the man was felt his age that morning. Gently pulling on the sleeves of his dress shirt he removed the cuff links neatly. Pocketing the old cuffs the resurrection mage carefully rolled his dress shirt neatly blousing it. There was certainly something to be said about keeping your sleeves clean. Reaching up Lazarus removed the wire frame aviators and folded them neatly. The removal of the hellhound had taken a fair bit but the kid would recover. Andri was going to be just fine and it also meant that he could find Hazumi now. Reaching into his pocket as he sat down at the low counter. Withdrawing his hand he set three items on the counter: a pocket watch, a velvet pouch and a locket. Opening it he looked down at the two pictures in it. One was of Hazumi at the beginning of this years commencement, he’d immediately claimed the picture and infused it with the emotions that had practically brought him to his knees for the second time in a row. Smiling he let his memories carry him back to the previous year and the first time he’d ever seen her. It had been like peeking at her with her clothes off the first time he’d turned his essence sight on her. It had floored him almost literally. The second time he thought he’d been ready and in the end he really hadn’t been. The picture was the result of the moment. Of course he’d had to wait until after the commencement to inform her. It had ended well. 


Smiling at the other photo he gently touched the image of his daughter before he pushed the locket away a bit. Tapping the watch he smiled as he felt the underside of the watch; it had an engraving on it, something from centuries ago. Flicking his eyes to the menu he tugged it over with a single finger on it. Carefully he opened up the menu and began scanning it; it was pretty standard diner fare which worked just fine for him. Shaylee and Ian should be there in a bit but it would give him time for a coffee and contemplation of what he needed to do. Brushing his left hip the necromancers eyes flicked down at the empty space where Dracul usually was. Leaving the sword at his flat was always dangerous but carrying the weapon in public was not always the best message to send. 


Finally pulling his eyes up off the menu he scanned the area behind the counter hunting for a waitress. It was strange to be back in a normal setting given how most of his meals had been home cooked or Shay cooked for so long. Pursing his lips he drummed his fingers on the counter top absent mindedly.

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