[He stares down at the drawing. It's bittersweet, really. He still hasn't given up hope on Abdul arriving here; he doesn't think he ever will. But he's not here now, and so the drawing is a little hard to look at. But he looks, because he misses Abdul fiercely, and if he can't have the man in person he's damn well going to see him in illustration.]
Yeah. He, uh . . . he's really something. Him and Magician's Red both.
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[He stares down at the drawing. It's bittersweet, really. He still hasn't given up hope on Abdul arriving here; he doesn't think he ever will. But he's not here now, and so the drawing is a little hard to look at. But he looks, because he misses Abdul fiercely, and if he can't have the man in person he's damn well going to see him in illustration.]
Yeah. He, uh . . . he's really something. Him and Magician's Red both.