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[all_that_grace]

Courfeyrac is sprawled on Sagramore's bed in shirt and pants, reading in the slanting afternoon light from the windows. Anyone who likes to bother him -- anyone with free access to Sagramore's room, that is, which narrows it down ever so much -- would no doubt be welcome.

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[le_desirous]

Sagramore enters after a while, his sweater and shirt off and pressed against his left arm, which is bleeding rather enthusiastically. He's swearing, although not with a great deal of energy.

[all_that_grace]

Courfeyrac sits up at once, abandoning the book on the pillow. "What's the matter? --What have you done now?"

[le_desirous]

"That damn boy of Mordred's went after me."

[all_that_grace]

"Come here, let me look," reaching out a hand, even before he's quite processed what he heard. --Oh. Oh dear. "Not--"

[hadley_bright]

'O!' says Hadley-Bright, starting back out the door as soon as he finds the room occupied by not-Sagramore. 'Do pardon me-'

[all_that_grace]

He looks up in surprise, and laughs. "No, no-- not at all."

[hadley_bright]

'I ought to have knocked.'

[all_that_grace]

"Oh, well, everybody knocks. It makes you novel and interesting." Courfeyrac grins at him. It is not in the least less charming for being on a boy this time.