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[ilducasaggio]

From a table beneath a lovely gas lamp (gas lamps, the things that people do come up with!), Prospero catches sight of Duo, walking across the room. The old man leans forward and says Duo's name, then, in a whisper that fastens to an updraft and flows to dance somewhere about the sides of Duo's ears.

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[puckishly]

From his corner, Puck's head turns. He feels a thread of magic weaving its way across the room, and as he looks for its source, Prospero comes suddenly into sharp focus.

Puck's eyes narrow. Then he grins.

Oh, clever clever ...

He leans forward, chin on elbows, watching the sorceror as a cat watches a goldfish.

[maxwellsdemon02]

Duo closes his eyes when he hears the whisper. It tugs at his mind, and he opens his eyes to see Propsero.

He brightens, and steers himself over to where the man sits. He piles his work on the table, and plops down into a chair.

"Evening!"

[ilducasaggio]

Prospero smiles. The gas lamp sheds just a little bit more warmth, as the boy comes and sits down. The lilting tune he'd spun out for Duo's benefit draws near, then dissipates.

"Good even, Master Maxwell. You look to be in high spirits tonight."

[puckishly]

Puck leans forward a little more.

Now what lad is this?

Invisibly, Puck slides from his table and hops lightly onto the gas lamp above Prospero's table. This defies common sense, as well as physics. Ask Puck if he cares.

[maxwellsdemon02]

He beams. "Oh, sure, youbetcha! I've been busy working, but it's been interesting so I don't mind that."

Duo tries to lean forward, but realizes he's sitting on his hair. "Dammit..." He wrestles with it for a moment, before getting all to hang down behind the chair back.

"Okay, now I'm ready!"