[ It's an undercover joke that wouldn't even be funny to the people who do know the place was mostly fixed up thanks to weird dream magic. There's slight humor in his tone but he moves on without bothering to explain, heading behind the bar to lean there, at ease in the space.
Stephen notices the flexing of fingers. Hands are a thing you tend to pay attention to when you're so conscious of your own. The scars aren't the same surgical spider scrawl as those running along the lines of his own bones but he makes a mental note of them all the same, files them in with those more evident elsewhere and the tattoos on Ephemera's fingers.
Not a fake name, then. Or at least not one he's going to ditch.
Stephen settles in, crossing his hands together on the bar top, tone casual even as he asks the obvious question: ]
Private security? I presume bars weren't your usual clientele.
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[ It's an undercover joke that wouldn't even be funny to the people who do know the place was mostly fixed up thanks to weird dream magic. There's slight humor in his tone but he moves on without bothering to explain, heading behind the bar to lean there, at ease in the space.
Stephen notices the flexing of fingers. Hands are a thing you tend to pay attention to when you're so conscious of your own. The scars aren't the same surgical spider scrawl as those running along the lines of his own bones but he makes a mental note of them all the same, files them in with those more evident elsewhere and the tattoos on Ephemera's fingers.
Not a fake name, then. Or at least not one he's going to ditch.
Stephen settles in, crossing his hands together on the bar top, tone casual even as he asks the obvious question: ]
Private security? I presume bars weren't your usual clientele.