boom goes the canon #2

[clayforthedevil]

As far as Bahorel can tell, there's no reason he shouldn't paint on the walls of his new room. (It's hardly going to damage the aesthetic unity of the place, which appears to be "secondhand bazaar held in a cave" . It's very liberating.)

So that's what he's doing tonight, dressed up even to the point of tophat and tailcoat and tracing the outline of a city-country-something skyline around the room in red paint, his door open in case one of the wait-rats needs to come in-- or anyone else.

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[clayforthedevil]

" Indeed, I gather he's in America; given what I've read of their Romantics, he might have some dire impression indeed." He throws an arm around Bossuet's shoulders and starts for the door. "Come on then, we'll put it on my tab and perhaps delay the ill fortune of the bill coming due; and I can tell you what was going on Christmas Eve."

Because who doesn't want to hear about fighting a bug-monster during lunch?






(want to take the last tag, and wrap?)

[tire_moi_mes_bottes]

"Hush, don't speak the word." (TAB, he mouths dramatically.) "The old year has passed and a new one arrived without any calamity in that direction, and I see no need to summon it by name. --But yes, by all means, tell me about Christmas Eve. I was staying home like a good little boy, under Joly's watchful eye."

(Sounds good to me!)