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[littlebitdodgy]

Richard.

I am showing you where the shops are so you can buy more clothing and stop looking so incredibly uncomfortable. Please do meet me outside of your room as soon as you have a moment? I don't particularly wish to stand around waiting for you all day.

[[The marquis is. Yes. A little short right now? He hasn't actually been sleeping much, and

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[littlebitdodgy]

*And the marquis de Carabas wakes up after almost twenty hours, much more slowly than usual--a gradual awakening that he does not mind, stirring slightly and puzzled to find himself stretched out, head resting on his arms.

Oh. Yes, that was right

Sits up, blinking somewhat at how relaxed he still feels, reflecting that he doesn't regret thanking Richard for this in retrospect, as the difference is really rather amazing*

[littlebitdodgy]

*... Is Richard the sort of English bachelor that lives on take out and the microwave?* *Flashes him a grin at the compliment* Thank you, Richard.

[slightlyscotish]

*Sometimes oven stuff! You know, ready-meal things you just have to stick in the oven...* Welcome. *Fooooods♥*

[littlebitdodgy]

*Ah, of course, how could one forget those? Well, that offsets de Carabas. Who is the, ahem, eternal English bachelor*

[slightlyscotish]

*Yeah, marrying wouldn't be your style, would it...?*

[littlebitdodgy]

*You're getting closer. Please do try again.*

[slightlyscotish]

*... Oh yeah. Smirks a little at de Carabas* When did you start decorating your nails...?

[littlebitdodgy]

*... Lifts a hand to look at his nails, then answers matter-of-factly* Long before we met. Why do you ask?

[slightlyscotish]

*Still grinning, like this is some great joke* Nothing, really. I've just never known a straight man who uses nail varnish.

[littlebitdodgy]

*Blinks at him, once* ... It's safe to say you don't know one now.

[slightlyscotish]

*Richard's thought process can clearly be seen on his face*

... Oh. *S-sored*

[littlebitdodgy]

You really couldn't guess? *Grinnnnn; see icon*

[slightlyscotish]

N-no. I just didn't consider it. *Richard is like most people in that he assumes everyone he meets is straight, until he is told otherwise*

[littlebitdodgy]

Well, then. I hope it wasn't a terribly unwelcome surprise. *And he's finishing up his own food, standing to stretch, looking almost pleased with himself despite his words*

[slightlyscotish]

No... *Though mostly just saying that to be polite, as now Richard is going he's gay he's gay he's gay he hasn't ever tried to hit on me, has he?*

[littlebitdodgy]

*Well, I'm sure if you think hard enough, there are a few instances which may or may not be able to be defined as hitting on, or at least flirting, or perhaps 'taking an interest in'... or perhaps nothing. Isn't it maddening?* You don't sound very sure of yourself, Richard. *And actually going to go put his dishes away~*