Journal entry - January 4, late at night

[joliebaron]

Perhaps it is for the best that I did not realize until just now, when it is nearly no longer true, that today is (for better or, more likely, for worse) my natal day

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[moderatelymad]

....*big anxious eyes*

[joliebaron]

*....has a heart attack and dies*

*no. doesn't. is tough.* *is, however, still considerbly disconcerted by the boy's presence* ...Good evening, Florian.

[moderatelymad]

The child watches him from the doorway, one hand clinging to the woodwork; it takes him a moment to summon up the nerve to speak. "What's wrong...?"

[joliebaron]

"Nothing," the Baron replies curtly, closing the journal with a snap. "...I was - writing." He won't meet Florian's eyes, won't even look towards the door.