[ Marcus (after waiting for Mobius to make his way over, after watching him sit) pulls out his chair, wood scraping stone, and sits opposite. No slouching from him. The cigarette is set down in the crystal ashtray as he retrieves a writing volume from a drawer, some ink, a pen, all close at hand in general preparation to work. The quiet flicker of pages.
The scratching of pen on paper, soon after. Without looking up; ]
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[ Marcus (after waiting for Mobius to make his way over, after watching him sit) pulls out his chair, wood scraping stone, and sits opposite. No slouching from him. The cigarette is set down in the crystal ashtray as he retrieves a writing volume from a drawer, some ink, a pen, all close at hand in general preparation to work. The quiet flicker of pages.
The scratching of pen on paper, soon after. Without looking up; ]
What Circle did you serve?