[Open] And she would have him, if only he were there.

[fairy_fingers]

There is a timid young French girl, dressed in the typical fashion of the Second Empire, sitting in the common room.  She found, not a trestle but a canvas and a spare one, and she's working on finishing a shirt in what can only be identified as clear colors of silver, white and gray.

She works with silent dedication, not even singing.  Sometimes

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[skewedeyes]

Felix is in a bit better mood than usual, and probably is flipping through his book as he wanders by, and notices her, and blinks a little before remembering that wait he's supposed to be responsible for her, oops.

Hesitating, then, is how he'll be proceeding.

[fairy_fingers]

When she catches the red hair in her peripheral vision, she'll look up, faster than she should, barely avoiding the needle.

"--- Unc -- Felix!" He told her not to call him uncle last time.

[skewedeyes]

He looks a little surprised, and just a little bit deer-in-headlights. "--Angelique," trying to be calm and collected, sort of, oops, he knew this was a bad idea and he'd fail at it.

[fairy_fingers]

She stands, abruptly. "--- are you -- I'm --- is this a good time? I'm sorry - you look busy, I should -- "

[skewedeyes]

"I'm not busy, not at all - you were working-"

Commence awkward Felix. "--I'm not in the middle of anything, if there was something-"

[fairy_fingers]

"Please, it's been a long time since we saw each other. Won't you sit with me?"

[skewedeyes]

"--of course," still a little antsy and uneasy, but it has to be - he'll work something out. Somehow. Dammit. "I am - I'm sorry."

[fairy_fingers]

"It's alright." She puts her hands down and ignores her needlework. "I missed you."

[skewedeyes]

That closes his mouth with a snap,and slow color suffuses his entire face, speechless again.

[skewedeyes]

That closes his mouth with a snap,and slow color suffuses his entire face, speechless again.

[fairy_fingers]

She fidgets a little --- "I'm sorry?"

[skewedeyes]

He colors even more. "No - no, that's not - you surprised me, that's all."

[fairy_fingers]

She reaches, to take his hand. "Am I so cryptic?"

[skewedeyes]

It's not something I hear often. He allows his hand to be taken, though. "Not - cryptic, no."

[fairy_fingers]

She smiles, a little. Her lips twitch. "So much happened since I last saw you..."

[skewedeyes]

He blinks a little. "...I suppose it has. Go on - should I sit down?" Recovering a bit, slowly.