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[pullsneedles]

Lucas rubs the towel on his head, drying his freshly-washed hair as he emerges from the bathroom. It's been a long day, but a good one. Somehow the sadness of approaching autumn is lessened by the bright mums ready for planting.

But tonight is a good night to settle in with one of his books, this time one with information on the Runaway Five. It seems like a good one to share with Duster.

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[pullsneedles]

"They were a band from some time in my world's past. I was dressed up as one of 'em for some holiday here, and that's how I heard about 'em."

[herr_bookman]

"Ah, I see," Autor says, adjusting his glasses. "Perhaps Bar will have some recordings of them."

He takes another long pull on his smoothie. "How goes your research on the world past, by the way?"

[pullsneedles]

"I already got some on my music player. I'm letting Duster borrow it right now, otherwise I'd show you.

"It's been goin' all right. This is kinda a break from some of the more heavy duty readin'."

[herr_bookman]

Autor chews on his straw. "I see," he says. "Do let me know if there's anything I can do to help with that."

[pullsneedles]

Lucas smiles and puts his smoothie down a moment, brushing the condensation off of his hands.

"Thanks, Autor. That's awful kind of ya."

[herr_bookman]

Autor inclines his head and stands. "You're welcome," he says. "I'll let you get to bed. And thanks for the help with my nose."

[pullsneedles]

It's good timing, as Lucas yawns just at that moment.

"Guess I'm more beat than I thought," he agrees with a sheepish smile. "And you can come by any time, all right? If I ain't up, Duster is."

[herr_bookman]

Autor sets the chair back, nodding. "I'll keep that in mind. Good night, Lucas," he says, and embraces the other boy before heading out the door with their empty smoothie glasses.