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[barsoflight]

*Paul sits leaned against his headboard, one foot on the bed and the other dangling off the side, idly running up and down scales.*

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[sign_seeker]

*The bedroom door is ajar. Will knocks lightly on the doorframe, and pokes his head in.*

[barsoflight]

*Paul looks up and lowers the flute, his look of concentration smoothing into a grin.* Come in.

[sign_seeker]

*Will does so, and plops onto Robin's bed.*

Afternoon. How's your day been?

[barsoflight]

*contentedly* Peaceful. It's amazing how much quieter my days are when James and Mary aren't in them. Yours?