[Today, people (especially in the opera house) may notice that there are notes, neatly taped to various items around the area, stating things like
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Of course, my lord. [Riff smiles, lifting his other hand to rest it over Cain's, nevermind the marker he's still holding.] It has always belonged to you.
[And Cain then writes in the same black ink on Riff's hand--faint echo of the stains Cain forever sees at Riff's fingertips from such contact with one so soiled by blood and sin:
PROPERTY OF CAIN
And he lets go of Riff's hand again, smiling himself.]
[Riff looks down at his hand, smiling at the writing there, and reaches out to touch Cain's cheek affectionately, tucking a bit of hair behind his ear.]
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((OOC: But of course! ♥ ))
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[A pause, and he finishes with the bench to turn around with his pen in hand, eying Cain thoughtfully.]
Excuse me, my lord.
[He reaches out to take Cain's hand.]
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[And yet, it is Riff doing it, so he doesn't pull away.]
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PROPERTY OF RIFF
With that, he lets Cain's hand go and smiles.]
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Or something like surprise--perhaps only that something unspoken has suddenly been set down in word and on flesh.
Regardless, in response, he reaches for Riff's hand.]
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My lord?
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If this [He turns his hand a little to indicate the signature on it] is yours, then this [He clutches tighter.] is mine, too.
This hand belongs to me--the only hand that is allowed to tie my shoelaces.
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[He pauses, then suggests, still smiling.]
I can lend you my pen, if you'd like.
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PROPERTY OF CAIN
And he lets go of Riff's hand again, smiling himself.]
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Thank you.
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Things are far better organised now, I think.
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Yes, I think so too.
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