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[prince_arithon]

Arithon is sprawled in the bar (left-over hangover from Sunday), security badge showing.

Add to his list of "Someday I should..." finding out what the glass on the badge goes to.

Legs crossed at the ankles, eyes half shut, but he's watching the bar anyway.

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[faithful_slayer]

"So, this is the question that I have for you."

Faith sits next to him, her engagement ring plainly visible on her hand.

"Can you make me a decent dancer in time for my wedding? Because I suspect it will be quite a party. Royalty, and all."

She's smiling.

[prince_arithon]

He cracks open an eye,

"That somewhat depends on time here versus time in Haven, and whether my daughter is born before you learn to dance. It may be close."

He is as well. It doesn't make him look young, not with forty-something years behind those eyes of his, but it makes him look joyful.

[faithful_slayer]

"...daught..."

Squealtackleglomp.

"Arithon! You procreated! I'm so proud!"

[prince_arithon]

Well, hello, Faith breasts.

"...Yes...that was the point of...Bianca becoming human?"

He pats her, gingerly, and laughs wryly.

[prince_arithon]

Actually this works for both of them. One being a ninja, the other being master of shadows.

He nods in return, with a faint smile. Three day hangovers suck.

[prince_arithon]

"I have been living in Australia and in an alternate world."

Oh, there's the smug. There is the smug. This, however, explains why his "medium dark" skin has gone "like unto a nut",

"I am glad that it is warming here, however. Another day of rain and who knows what could happen."

He's thinking flood. Or people going nuts because of the rain. Either or.