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tigertale7 August 2 2013, 01:19:51 UTC
MY WORLD IS A HAPPIER PLACE FOR A LITTLE BIT TONIGHT! UGH, KILTIES, WHERE DO I START?

Your words continue to be lovely and lyrical--srsly, sometimes it's like reading a poem, all right?--and sound era and male appropriate, which I truly appreciate. I've read some godawful fic that is supposed to take place during that time and yet the boys all sound like emo girls from the 00's. =P

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“It is a shame I have no philosophical quarrel with you at the moment,” Grantaire says simply, easing into the chair beside Bahorel with a glance that sweeps from the man’s head to booted toes. “You are clearly in poor shape for a fight of any kind, and it would benefit me to win one off you for once.”

“Or at least one in more than name only,” Joly sighs. All three flinch slightly at the sound of footsteps nearing them, but Joly moves in close again, inspecting Bahorel a bit more kindly now. “I suppose whoever attempted this did what he could in poor circumstances, but it is distracted work at best ( ... )

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