Feb 11, 2006 00:10
[because hey, they might even not fight! what a concept!]
Feuilly is slouched in one of the oversized armchairs that abound in this place, his elbow propped on one arm of the chair and his head on his hand. The cuffs of his shabby shirt are rolled up, and his free hand is balancing a dry-looking tome. He scowls a little in concentration.
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