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[giftedthom]

*Thom enters the bar wearing a bathrobe. This makes perfect sense. After all, did the prophet Brutha not eschew logic while wandering in the desert?*

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[neosso_irrado]

[Sario had been quietly sketching in a corner, but at the sight of Thom he drops the sketchbook.]

[giftedthom]

*raises eyebrows*

[neosso_irrado]

Estudo meya...you are not dressed. [his eyebrow refuses to go up. At this stage in the game, anyway]

[giftedthom]

*loftily* My garments are being laundered.

[go_between]

{ooc: I now love you forever for quoting Small Gods.}

[giftedthom]

[ooc: And I love YOU! :D]

[apocalyptique]

Saint-Just enters the bar, looking rather sulky. Several days at Milliways have taken their toll on his exquisite clothing, and his cravat looks rather listless. However, even in a rumpled waistcoat he remains strikingly beautiful, and quite conscious of this fact.

Seeing Thom, he spares a look of disdain for the boy's obvious lack of Virtue.

[giftedthom]

*Thom had Virtue once...

Or...not...

Thom returns the look of disdain and raises Saint-Just a haughty lift of the chin.*

[apocalyptique]

"You should be ashamed. You look like an aristocrat. No honest citizen of the Republic would parade himself in such a state of indecency."

[giftedthom]

*draws himself up to his full 5'4"* That's probably because I am an aristocrat.

[toddbaby]

Todd's sitting at the bar now. He looks over at Thom and raises an eyebrow.

"Hey. Milo."

[giftedthom]

Cousin! How good to see you.

[toddbaby]

"Milo," Todd says silkily, smiling his beautiful smile.

"Why the fuck are you wearing a bathrobe?"

[giftedthom]

My clothes are in the wash.

[abtruse_wiggin]

Peter starts from where he stands; then, once he's verified which twin it is, he smirks a bit and heads over.

"Getting sleepy?" He inquires.

[giftedthom]

Should I be?

[abtruse_wiggin]

You seem rather prepared.

[giftedthom]

*shrugs* I'm always prepared.