First Floor Lobby, Wednesday Afternoon (After Workshops)

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Conner had a folded piece of paper in hand and a distracted, thoughtful expression on his face as he hung around in the first floor lobby to wait for Marie, occasionally peering into the fishtank. He also might've had a bit of a sunburn, which didn't stop him from cheerfully whistling a tune that in no way, shape, or form even remotely sounded like the Abaranger theme song to himself and dribbling his soccer ball.

He was in no way at all qualified to do what he was about to do, but he'd promised.

[OOC: Conner's here for touchablemarie, but feel free to bump into him before then, and it is, after all, everyone's lobby to use.]