He's crazy, he's blond, he's shy, and he's totally at your disposal.
Come say hi to Harding!
(Which is to say, there's a tall, slender blond man picking his way through a plate of tea sandwiches--what? he'd
liked them!--and sipping, quite appropriately, a mug of Darjeeling.)
"Are you doing better?"
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Mostly. Either way.
"I don't do scandal all that well."
Who'd have thought it?
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He snorts.
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Fun times.
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CHAMPION BLUSHER RIGHT HERE.
"I would imagine."
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Also blushing. HANDWAVE the whole strip night incident.
"But now I do mostly non-sexual modern."
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Aww. In't he pretty?
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His blush may deepen.
"It's really much better, yes, though the ballet was more respectable still."
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Ballet's been around for a lot longer, of course, and the older a thing is the more respectable it tends to get.
Unless you're interested in certain practices the ancient Greeks indulged in, in which case you are very unrespectable indeed.
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Jack's in his long, black coat that he always travels in.
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"I imagine so."
He'd love to escape, to leave, to run, to do anything but stay where he is--but, unfortunately, that's not an option. So:
"Tell me about it? In detail?"
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Jack gestures as he speaks, and he has hands, not like Harding's, but close. Ice-pale. Delicate boned.
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(No pun intended.)
"It sounds beautiful."
How can he move like that and not be ashamed?
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A bright smile.
"We could walk in the streets in the afternoon and find a shop for chocolates. I'm going to bring back chocolates for Lethe."
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The smile on his face says, Yes, please.
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"She's a very dear friend."
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