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[ffolksyromance]

A young man walks in, dressed well in what must be the best fashions of his time. His face, though naturally given to a smile, is watchful, as if he (and, to be honest, he is) unsure of his surroundings. He leans against the wall.I can't help but notice this isn't England. Or perhaps it is a part of it that I don't know, but it isn't like any place

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[king_of_fops]

Andrew! *beams* Where have you been, then, man?

[ffolksyromance]

*beams back bouncily* Blakeney! I was wondering when you'd show yourself.

[king_of_fops]

Oh, la, I'm around and about.