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[signore_treschi]

Tonio is in the bar in his skirts again - intentionally. When an open door had led him to the bar, he had left the door open - it had been his bedroom door - changed quickly, and then slipped in. He wasn't sure why - he just felt like it. And there's no reason not to, now is there

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[ostro_goth]

Of course, Teja knows the 'girl' by now.

"Greetings," he says, casually, leaning close, in his armour and cloak again. "Why would they insist that you have to sit on such high stools? They could simply lower the counter instead. Future habits are so odd at times."

[signore_treschi]

"I think it is so one can stand comfortably," Tonio offers. "The stools are a concession to those of us too lazy to stand."

[ostro_goth]

"They would be very awkward for a drunk man to fall off from, too," Teja says.

He stands beside Tonio and lightly puts his arm around the eunuch's shoulder -- ahh, so feminine again today, Teja hardly dares touch with his fingers. Dresses from Tonio's time display so much sheer cleavage...

[signore_treschi]

Tonio leans into Teja a little, liking the feel of his solidly muscled arm. Those hours in the forge must pay off.

"Very true." He laughs. "I won't break, Teja - I am still a boy, under all these frills."

[musical_muse]

The Lady Tere recognizes her own when she sweeps down the stairs and she approaches the young castrato.

[signore_treschi]

For his part, Tonio sees only a beautiful woman with poise and elegance to rival that of any performer he has ever seen. He is impressed - it shows.

[musical_muse]

"Signore. Signorina. Bella. Buongiorno."

[signore_treschi]

Tonio laughs, lightly, and being who she is, Tere will of course be able to hear that even his laugh is musical, let alone his speaking voice. And when he sings - well. When he sings, it is very clear to anyone that there are very few mortals who are this thoroughly hers, before she has even laid one delicate finger on them.

"You are very astute, signorina," he says. "Have we met before? You seem familiar. . ."