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[blindbirdkid]

A tall, model-thin young man enters the mansion, looking about with sightless eyes. Old habits die hard, after all. Rather than truly looking, the boy is listening. Footsteps, creaks in the floor, echos in the room, anything to help orient him in this new place. Or at least, he assumed it was new. It felt and sounded like nothing he'd ever known

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[cheerupemovamp]

He'll get a smile and a bit of a headtilt, since the typist thought the pyros should meet. "Mademoiselle Max is here, and I believe Monsieur Fang is as well. She takes care of my son." There's a slight pause -- he would bow here, but it's a bit useless when the person you're speaking to can't see. "I am Louis de Pointe du Lac."