[Emmanuel looks...a little out of place. He's wearing a turtleneck sweater and khakis and has that tan trenchcoat folded over one arm; hey, it's getting colder and it seems to be an ordinary coat, so why not use it. He also looks slightly nervous, but that might be the atmosphere he's unaccustomed to.]
[He sits across from Aaron, and orders something light. He's never really been good at the social drinking thing. He does, however, finally relax a bit.]
This...brings me back a little. [He was the one that always had to be dragged and cajoled into social events back in school, after all. Strict Catholic upbringings tended to go only a few ways, either they went wildly awry or stuck a little too hard.]
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[He sits across from Aaron, and orders something light. He's never really been good at the social drinking thing. He does, however, finally relax a bit.]
This...brings me back a little. [He was the one that always had to be dragged and cajoled into social events back in school, after all. Strict Catholic upbringings tended to go only a few ways, either they went wildly awry or stuck a little too hard.]