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[skewedeyes]

Felix has quite been enjoying his stay in the Mansion so far. Though it's starting to itch at him. There are things to do back at the Mirador. Though he has a bitter moment of wondering if anyone's missed him. It passes quickly

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[not_snake_bite]

Steerpike is there as well, not too far, thinking of a million things as he sifts through books of history and politics. He wants to know who he is. He's got to be mentionned somewhere.

[skewedeyes]

Felix looks up at a rustle and blinks at Steerpike. "Excuse me," he says, almost politely, to get his attention.

[not_snake_bite]

Steerpike looks up. And blinks.

"Yes?"

[skewedeyes]

"If I could borrow you for a few moments and ask some questions of you..."

He doesn't recognize him, no. ...but he does note that Steerpike is vaguely handsome, and that's a quick sizing up for you, just looking him over.

[not_snake_bite]

He tilts his head to the side. "Some questions?" Well, there is no librarian here.... and he does know the place well enough.

"What may I be of assistance with, then?"

[skewedeyes]

Felix sets aside his book and tilts his head. "Your name?"

The tone isn't condescending, exactly, just vaguely distracted. Though less so, because he's handsome. But nonetheless a servant.

[not_snake_bite]

"I'm not sure, sir." He's is still confused - because of Adrian, who remembers him as Sylvio, and Laurel, who remembers him as Steerpike.

[skewedeyes]

"You're not sure of your own name?" He sounds incredulous.

[not_snake_bite]

"I'm afraid I'm not sure about many things concerning myself, sir."

In other words, he's amnesiac. Oh yes.

[skewedeyes]

Felix stands up, frowning, and goes over to examine him, starting to look intrigued. "How do you mean?"

[not_snake_bite]

He shrugs. At this point, he just gave up on trying to figure it out.

"Some call me a name, some call me another. I've been here before, on possibly two occasions, but my memories are blurry. Faces... occasionally...." He stops. Examines Felix more intently.

[skewedeyes]

Felix is frowning a little, an expression of intent but distracted concentration that Steerpike might know. "Indeed. You are not mad, but...curious. Do you have any chalk?" He asks, abruptly.

[not_snake_bite]

He pats his pockets reflexively, but he knows he does not.

"I'm sorry, no. Why?"

[skewedeyes]

Felix searches his own. "I'm curious...if I could try something..."

[not_snake_bite]

Quizzical eyebrows. "Something, sir?"

[skewedeyes]

"Ah - knew I had it here somewhere." He pulls out a piece of chalk and moves like a stalking cat over to Steerpike. "Here. Stand...ah, just there." He points to a place in the middle of the floor.