Athos nearly smiles, imagining the boy being chased out with a broom, or some such thing, only to creep back in the next day. There is no stopping gamins, whatever one might do to try.
“Before you go.” He sips his wine. “I believe you have something of mine."
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Date: 2015-01-14 02:46 am (UTC)“Before you go.” He sips his wine. “I believe you have something of mine."