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[byblow]

crystal • notes • drop-in visits • etc.
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[byblow]

I—

[ What. ]

What things? Are you going to get me in trouble?

[indocile]

Probably no!

( probably is it )

It's very unlikely. I am sort of wanted but only a little and far away from here. I think probably no one will care if you have my costumes and my spare things. Just my belongings, no exciting things.

[byblow]

Ohhh, well if it's very unlikely and you're only sort of a little wanted...

[ No. He is helpless against small people with requests for assistance regardless of criminal histories. It is known. ]

All right. There's a second bed. You can put your things on it or under it or around it or—wherever.

[indocile]

Thank you! I won't be any bother and I will always knock if I need my things.

( what else. )

And tell Sabine how kind you are.

[byblow]

And handsome. That's why she likes me, really.

Can I know what you're wanted for? Just to be nosy?

[indocile]

Forgery, theft of a nobleman's personal seal, unlawful misrepresentation. They will probably add that stupid boy's broken nose in retrospect, too.

[byblow]

How old was the boy?

[indocile]

Twenty.

[byblow]

Oh, that's fine, then.

[ Not an actual child. All that matters. ]

Come around whenever you want. I'm on the third floor, Templar side, facing the courtyards. I'll leave the door cracked.

[indocile]

He was twenty then. I was eight and ten.

( and half his height and a fraction of his weight and SHE SWUNG HER FIST WITH THE RAGE OF HER ANCESTORS, what a tool. )

Merci beaucoup! ( sing-songed )