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[Hey, wow, that weird guy from the Sika meet-and-greet finally emerged from his cave!

He's more exhausted than he looked yesterday, finally showing up in the cafe in the mid afternoon. He's in the same dark, thin pinstripe suit with a dark turtleneck rested underneath, tucked into one of the eggs with a cup of coffee and a croissant that hasn't been touched, a stare middling off into the wall in deep thought while his hand keeps his chin propped up.]

[Noelle's execution is past them, and the day wanes. Solomon has long since left his bride outfit behind, now back in his normal dark pinstripes as he rummages quietly through the art studio. One of his hands is bandaged, wrapping down his arm under his sleeve, and his stance seems to be favored.

The basket he's kept on his person this week is now empty - it looks like it's unfortunately been reset now that the weekend's events are over, and someone has had to start from scratch on regathering everything he needs.

He'll turn if he hears that he has company, offering a tired smile and straightening up with a pained look in his eyes.]

Dehya. What brings you here?

WEEK ONE - SUNDAY

WEEK TWO - SUNDAY, POST EXECUTION