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((The Mon/Wen/Fri Double -- page 1 of 2))
He entered the old diner in the heart of town and only began to realize how hungry he was when the smell of freshly baking bread and pasta hit his nostrils. The welcoming staff greeted him, but Parson could already see where he was going to sit and politely refused their assistance.

The two men sitting at the far end of the room noticed him immediately, as did both of their reapers. With Overra following close behind, he walked right over to them. They had been playing cards while they waited, apparently.

Parson had last seen Germal only a few short years ago, but he hardly recognized him. That wasn't so surprising, though. Each time they'd met, Germal had always seemed like a different person. Some things never changed, Parson supposed. At least he wasn't trying to get them to call him by different names, anymore.

Damian, on the other hand, was the opposite in almost every respect. It had been decades since Parson had been able to meet him face-to-face like this, yet looking at him now, Parson could recognize him instantly. That strong chin and those thick, angular eyebrows were simply too distinct; and that perpetual scowl on his face might as well have been a signature.

"Gentlemen." Parson tried to keep a perfectly stern face, as his mentor would, but it proved too difficult. Just seeing the both of them there, together, was more than enough to pull a smile out of him.

Germal flashed a grin in return. Were his teeth always so white? And that big, fluffy hat he was wearing--it was appropriate for the cold weather, sure, but Parson knew it was probably meant to conceal that horn on his head that always looked a little bit larger every time they met up.

Damian, however, scarcely even looked up from his cards. "Germal's cheating."