2 Have Come to Hear Him Play:
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Slipping into the opposite side of the booth, Nocturne, holding a rather hot cup of tea smiles across to the strangers. "Hello! I hope you don't mind if I sit here! Everywhere else was taken!"
Presto stands behind the seat, resting his hand on the back it and looking down at Nocturne nonchalantly, sipping away at his coffee as he does so. He's not a fan of the flavor, but today wasn't a day for tea, he decided.















