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[not_chiquita]

*enter one well-built young Puerto Rican man. He's good-looking, and he knows it, that's apparent in the way he moves -- and so he'll be not-quite sprawling himself on a spare couch*

This sure as hell isn't where I expected to be. *and he looks around, with a smile* Ramon Fornos. I'm a dancer.

Typist: Like he said, Ramon Fornos from Terence

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[defyaugery]

*with a smile and a nod* Hello, Ramon.

[not_chiquita]

*grins* Hey, James. How are you?

[defyaugery]

Good. Very good, in fact. *and he is -- he's got more color than he's had in ages, certainly, and while he's not looking quite healthy, it's better than could possibly be expected at this stage* And how have you been?

[not_chiquita]

Glad to hear it. *has noticed that! :D* Oh, y'know. Looking for a new show, rehearsing, that kind of thing.

[defyaugery]

Of course. I can't imagine you ever have trouble finding work.

[not_chiquita]

*lazy shrug* It depends.

[defyaugery]

I suppose. Everything does.