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[And here's Ari, standing over the whiteboard and selection of dry erase markers that he brought to the hobby shop. He hasn't bothered to draw out the grid lines for tonight's game–– all in good time. The Dungeon Master would do it, anyway, and drawing out the grid beforehand would only mark him as tonight's DM.
That was the last thing he wanted. Dungeons and Dragons was already the epitome of nerddom, and hell if he'd sink any further into it than he already had.
Glancing over at the clock in the center of the shop, Ari sighed and dropped down into one of the armchairs surrounding the whiteboard. He wouldn't have arrived early if he'd known that it would mean spending a half hour waiting around for nothing to happen.]
That was the last thing he wanted. Dungeons and Dragons was already the epitome of nerddom, and hell if he'd sink any further into it than he already had.
Glancing over at the clock in the center of the shop, Ari sighed and dropped down into one of the armchairs surrounding the whiteboard. He wouldn't have arrived early if he'd known that it would mean spending a half hour waiting around for nothing to happen.]
