[Seel had a drink in his hand, because dammit he wanted a cigarette and quitting all over again was a bitch. But at the moment, he was holding his own, although it might not be too long before he asks the gods for a patch, spray, lozenge, anything really. He was a table, not trying to hide. He took a sip, not knowing what Michael looked like, although he assumed human male from the name.]
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