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Another night, another refusal from Jean-Claude. Asher grows tired of being shunned from Jean-Claude's bed, but 'ma petite' is not willing to share her lover, and so he is to sleep and die alone.
He does not expect, however, to wake up stretched out along one of the booth seats in Milliways. But he is there, clothed in thin silk pyjama trousers (he refuses to call them 'pants'), which makes a rather interesting change from his last entrance.
Sitting up, he carefully pulls a ribbon from his hair. He had tied it back to sleep, but he has no wish to scare the clientele. His hair is long enough and thick enough that he can brush it over one shoulder, letting it hide the worst of the scarring, as long as he stays seated in the shadows.
He will wait until the door appears for him once more, and then he will leave.
He does not expect, however, to wake up stretched out along one of the booth seats in Milliways. But he is there, clothed in thin silk pyjama trousers (he refuses to call them 'pants'), which makes a rather interesting change from his last entrance.
Sitting up, he carefully pulls a ribbon from his hair. He had tied it back to sleep, but he has no wish to scare the clientele. His hair is long enough and thick enough that he can brush it over one shoulder, letting it hide the worst of the scarring, as long as he stays seated in the shadows.
He will wait until the door appears for him once more, and then he will leave.