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altusimperius: (u love me)
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tell him how pretty he is

Date: 2017-07-28 07:21 pm (UTC)
minrathousian: (atticus | smirk 2)
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The look Atticus gives Benedict is the closest approximation that he can conjure to pitying. "Our staff don't service the apprentices' barracks." Yes, barracks--you heard that right, Benedict. Dormitory living--you, and perhaps twelve other snivelling spoilt wretches just like you, washing your own clothes, making your own beds, perhaps even boiling your own water for a cup of tea. Here it is, the edge of civilization--you've reached it.

He goes on with an idle gesture of his wine glass. "I think you will enjoy the apprentices' lodge. It's charmingly rustic, complete with a view of the lake. The bath house is but a short walk down hill."

He takes a fortifying sip of his wine.

Date: 2017-07-29 12:29 am (UTC)
minrathousian: (atticus | the stare)
From: [personal profile] minrathousian
Feigning confusion, Atticus replies quietly with, "I'm sure I don't know what you mean."

Before Benedict can sputter additional protests at him, Atticus makes his apologies and abandons his latest protégé to his despair, joining Ophelia on one of the many elaborate balconies overlooking the city of Minrathous. She gives him a suspicious look that he patently ignores, instead collecting a new glass of wine from a passing tray.

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