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The other night Davin couldn't sleep, so he wandered out into the living room and fired up the History Channel, which led to marathoning all of Vikings, which led to him wanting to know everything there was about vikings. He finishes up at work a bit early and bypasses the library to go to Crossroads instead, hoping to run into any combination of the Waters-Bakers clan. He's in luck when he pushes the door open to see Spencer behind the counter, and Davin lifts his hand in greeting.
"Spencer, hey!" Davin takes off his coat and lays it over a chair before approaching the counter. There's that look in Davin's eyes, that familiar new topic look that Spencer's seen before, and Davin lays his palms on the counter and looks at him intently. "Vikings."
He definitely looks a little over-caffeinated, and he lifts one hand in a wave. "I mean hi, hello, how's the husband an' the bun in the oven, all that. But vikings, man."
"Spencer, hey!" Davin takes off his coat and lays it over a chair before approaching the counter. There's that look in Davin's eyes, that familiar new topic look that Spencer's seen before, and Davin lays his palms on the counter and looks at him intently. "Vikings."
He definitely looks a little over-caffeinated, and he lifts one hand in a wave. "I mean hi, hello, how's the husband an' the bun in the oven, all that. But vikings, man."