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After his phone calls to Jack and Kate, George was practically scrambling to get down to the pub in time (although not scrambling enough that he couldn't pause, catch his breath, and opine on the stereotypical nature of said pub). He wasn't aware of anyone else doing the same. It was mainly terror driving him forward.
What if Mitchell bit someone? What if something was wrong? What if--
He was not necessarily watching where he was going as he wandered nervously onto the pavement.
( Meanwhile, a few blocks away... )
( Mitchell's walk just outside the pub was nervous... )
[OOC: NFB, NFI, OOC cherished. Preplayed with the stellar![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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What if Mitchell bit someone? What if something was wrong? What if--
He was not necessarily watching where he was going as he wandered nervously onto the pavement.
( Meanwhile, a few blocks away... )
( Mitchell's walk just outside the pub was nervous... )
[OOC: NFB, NFI, OOC cherished. Preplayed with the stellar
chose_humanity and vanillajello. Follows this.]
