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[oneandmikleonly]

[the bell dings over the cafe door, and Mikleo comes in with his heavy bookbag under his arm, adjusting his collar with one hand. it's always warmer in here than it is outdoors.

he has a lot to think about: an extra credit project he'll have to squeeze in somewhere, headaches to sort out with club scheduling, the worry of how to slot the sudden last-minute demands of the semester around long-booked weekend plans.

still -- he does brighten almost imperceptibly, his shoulders straightening, when he looks around the tables and spots Sorey.]