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The next time the door opens, a man is standing there - by the entrance - looking a little worse for wear. He is tired, and frustrated (he is not a fan of being the designated babysitter), and a bar at the end of the universe isn't exactly what he expected.
Then again, he should know by now never to expect anything. Weirder things have happened.
Sort of.
Well, yeah. He isn't exactly sure. The things he's seen in the past few weeks have beena little confusing, that much can be said.
He lets out a sigh and steps into the space, more for curiousity's sake than anything. How he got here is beyond his so-called openmindedness. Things of the Weird Nature are more in tune to Walter's niche anyway.
And speaking of which: "He better not be here," he mutters before adding, more to himself, "wherever here is."
[ooc: juuuust trying this pup on for size; open indefinitely - have at!]
Then again, he should know by now never to expect anything. Weirder things have happened.
Sort of.
Well, yeah. He isn't exactly sure. The things he's seen in the past few weeks have been
He lets out a sigh and steps into the space, more for curiousity's sake than anything. How he got here is beyond his so-called openmindedness. Things of the Weird Nature are more in tune to Walter's niche anyway.
And speaking of which: "He better not be here," he mutters before adding, more to himself, "wherever here is."
[ooc: juuuust trying this pup on for size; open indefinitely - have at!]
