[Quentin hadn't really had anything to do, except read more useless books and get in the way of Eliot when he was trying to do stuff around the cabin or practice magic, but there was no way he was going to make himself more available than he absolutely had to with this guy.
King, my ass.
Quentin strolls slowly through the park and heads towards the rec center and the foul-smelling pool water, and beyond that, the dark trees and the edge of what counts as a village in this strange place.
He stops near a low wall, hip propped up against it and his tablet out to look over his notes and the latest news from everyone else here, lantern at his feet and hair tied up in a messy bun at the base of his skull. Dressed in all black, t-thirt, hoodie with the zipper zipped all the way up to his chin and his black slacks, Quentin pretty much blends in with the darkness of the forest behind him. This is not on purpose.]
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King, my ass.
Quentin strolls slowly through the park and heads towards the rec center and the foul-smelling pool water, and beyond that, the dark trees and the edge of what counts as a village in this strange place.
He stops near a low wall, hip propped up against it and his tablet out to look over his notes and the latest news from everyone else here, lantern at his feet and hair tied up in a messy bun at the base of his skull. Dressed in all black, t-thirt, hoodie with the zipper zipped all the way up to his chin and his black slacks, Quentin pretty much blends in with the darkness of the forest behind him. This is not on purpose.]