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MysteryEgg
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Despite the joking tone in the Doctor's voice as the man left, Raven's dark stormy blue eyes grew wide in alarm, hoping that the man indeed was only joking, as his tonge had suggested. That would be bad. Very, very bad if the Doctor dug to far and found out the truth. For a while Raven just stood there before picking up the Champange he had been sipping on before the Doctor arrived, a drink that always aroused his curiosity, since it didn't contain alcohol, yet was very entertaining to him to drink, and the 19 year old slipped over to his piano after dressing, his long dark brown curly hair pulled into a tight pony tail, and soon enough, soft classical music he had been taught so many centeries ago filled his small apartment in the city.