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[not_unhaunted]

[Pacing the hallways with a Dressing Room pamphlet in one hand, murmuring to himself and looking... not confused, or even very unhappy about his arrival. Just mildly put-out about something.]

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[solo_insanity]

[Pressed suit. Arm holding out a tray with a pair of wine glasses filled with a deep red liquid. Cloth draped on one elbow. White form.

Someone was looking to mess with the locals today.]

Mr. Mikk, your table is waiting. The Duchess is here to speak with you.

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[not_unhaunted]

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[not_unhaunted]

[...Well, that one's new.]

No. Fuck off. [Not in the mood.]

[solo_insanity]

[Tyki puts his free hand on his waist in a bit of a scornful look careful not to spill the glasses.]

You are already fifteen minutes late, Mr. Mikk. This is important. The Duchess would like to see the man she is to wed before the actual wedding date.

[not_unhaunted]

[Puts a hand to his head and sighs.] No. Go away, if you please.

[solo_insanity]

[Tries to put a hand on the other's shoulder.]

This opportunity doesn't come all that often. Your dear daughter will finally have that mother she needs, and you'll finally get to move into a nice place. You've deserved it for a while. And have I ever led you wrong?

[not_unhaunted]

[He flinches away with a sharp intake of breath.]

You're crazier than me.

[solo_insanity]

[Holds out the tray with the wine glasses to the other.]

Am I? I find myself to be quite sane, thank you.

[not_unhaunted]

I'm not getting married, I haven't got a daughter, and hell if I know anyone called the Duchess.

[Eyes the glasses contemplatively.]

[solo_insanity]

You aren't getting married at the rate you are going. Your daughter would be traumatized to hear that. And would you like me to find someone else, because, honestly, getting this arranged marriage with the Duchess took over two months to sort out.

[Still holding it out.]

[not_unhaunted]

...Shut up. Hallucinations aren't supposed to give a man marriage advice, so don't start now.

[Yeah, he'll be taking one and downing it.]

[solo_insanity]

Hallucinations? My, my, is that all I've become after years and years of loyal service.

[Eyes the piece of paper the other is holding. Mock horror is a go.] You've been reading that again, haven't you? It will corrupt you for life. That religious propaganda.

[not_unhaunted]

I don't know you. [Sounds... markedly less convinced, though.]

[Rolls his eyes.] The religion of illicit substances.

[solo_insanity]

[He falls to one knee one hand held to his chest the other still holding out the platter with the single wine glass.] Then allow me to re-introduce myself. I am but your humble servant since the age of ten, Mr. Mikk. My duty is to guide and protect. Have you any qualms, please let me know.

[Tilts his head up at that last comment.] Pardon?

[not_unhaunted]

[Shakes his head.]

...You're all on drugs. Only explanation. [--He says, while he fishes for a bottle of pills in his pocket and takes a few rather more hastily than usual.]

[solo_insanity]

[The pills get his eyes to narrow a fraction as he stand back to his full height. He attempts to close his fingers around the other man's hand. The one holding the bottle.]

Now, now, why do you need those?