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Paris is prettying himself up in front of the mirror, admiring his well-groomed image (Thanks to Sweeney Todd) with a slight smirk.
Once satisfied, he goes to pen a note to Pfannee.
Hey there, sexy,
You ready to come claim your prize? 'Cause I'm ready to claim mine. See you soon, babe.
Paris
He signs it with his usual flourish and ties it to the leg of an owl he's managed to procure, thinking it's such a handy idea, using owls, and so much more reliable than pigeons or anything like that.
Once satisfied, he goes to pen a note to Pfannee.
Hey there, sexy,
You ready to come claim your prize? 'Cause I'm ready to claim mine. See you soon, babe.
Paris
He signs it with his usual flourish and ties it to the leg of an owl he's managed to procure, thinking it's such a handy idea, using owls, and so much more reliable than pigeons or anything like that.