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[pluspetitpoete]

Jehan has been somewhat quiet of late. He'd kept to himself a little more, writing his poetry and spending a lot of time in the green house, taking care of the plants there. But now he ventures out with his little diary, curling himself up in a chair with a cup of tea beside him, writing quietly

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[league_mascot]

Armand is happy to see Jehan. He likes being around his friend, but he wonders if Jehan wants to see him. "Hello," he says with a smile. "How are you?" He's standing just a few feet off, as if he's uncertain of approaching.

[pluspetitpoete]

Jehan is, of course, always happy to see his friend. He gives him a beaming, if slightly sleepy smile, waving him over. "I'm lovely, thank you. Come sit with me, dear?"

[league_mascot]

Relieved at the welcome, Armand approaches as requested. He quickly kisses the top of Jehan's curls and sits beside him. "I'm glad to see you out. I was worried."

[poeta_tenore]

Here, one writer for another.

Rodolfo is wandering in a minor state of undress, no doubt coming from a rendezvous with Marcello (for inspirational purposes, of course). He pauses upon seeing the young writer, then peers, curiously, over his shoulder to see the scribblings.

"Bonjour."