[AnOTP]: For Ines

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Curufin is standing in the doorway of a room that used to - no, does - belong to a certain younger brother, and frowning. Caranthir turned his back on all of them. He doesn't feel greatly compelled to seek him out and drag him back, even if he understands the need

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If Curufin makes it all the way to the porch, he'll come across a leggy brunette whose skirt stops just below the knee. She's not wearing gloves (zomg daring) and she's not wearing anything over the tank top (she should, showing your shoulders in the 30's is so provocative!)

Her feet are up on the railing, and she's making smoke rings to amuse herself.

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He pauses, just looking at her for a moment, expression immovable and furthermore, impassive. She does seem indecently dressed to him, but that's just an invitation to look, isn't it?

And it's not as though there's anything wrong with looking.

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After a ridiculously long exhalation of smoke, Ines stands, glances at Curufin.

"What are you looking at?"

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"You," Curufin says, easily. He's never been known for a lack of forwardness, at any rate. "I'm sure you don't mind, sitting there as you were. That's practically an invitation to stare, isn't it?"