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[omnomnomsweets]

Characters: Break, Donovan (Art Enthusiast), anyone else
Setting: Theatre
Time: Day 015, after The First Impossible Thing
Summary:  Break's current clothes are covered in blood. Obviously this calls for  trip to the theatre's wardrobes.
Warnings: None yet?

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[omnomnomsweets]

Break gave a light laugh at the comment. Another reason to change clothes, he supposed. He couldn't forego the bandages on his right eye so he could hardly pretend that nothing was wrong, but keeping clean would at least make it seem further in the past and thus less likely that people would think much of it. He listened to the man, who spoke in a strangely familiar accent. There was a rustle of clothing, dropping slightly lower-- a bow, or perhaps he was taking a seat. His name sent little gold sparks raining down over the other colours, like tiny fireworks. Interesting.

"Oh, don't blame the actors. They're the sweetest corpses I've met in this house. Not one of them has tried to bite me." He smiled and offered a large lollipop in the general direction of the voice. "Xerxes Break, the pleasure is mine. Were you looking for something?"

Not that he could be of any help, or would want to despite how pleasant Donovan seemed, but Break was curious. This theatre was rather off the beaten path and positively vile. People who came here were either looking for something backstage or were the sort of people who liked hanging around with mutilated corpses, and he'd like to know if he was dealing with the latter.