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[baldlaigle]

*Bossuet's alive once more, thanks to the Metatron, and currently sitting, reading-- or trying to. He sets the book aside with a slight frown, rubbing at a spot on his forehead. The bullet hole is gone, but there's a residual throbbing ache where flesh and bone and brain were knit together again, and (as if being suddenly dead and just as suddenly

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[capital_r]

....*flops next to him* Hallo, then.

[baldlaigle]

Hallo. *closes his eyes, willing the headache to go away* How long was I dead?

[capital_r]

A day or two, I think. Feeling alright?

[baldlaigle]

Not bad. Bit of a headache.

[la_baronne]

*will peer at him worriedly* M. L'aigle! I'm.....I'm so very glad to see you're alright!

[baldlaigle]

*smiles slightly* Thank you. I'm rather glad of it myself.

[onlyachild]

Uncle Patrice...! *runs in, dressed in her best dress and carrying a basket of little cakes with icing on them*

[baldlaigle]

*blinks, a bit muzzily, looking up, and then his expression clears and he smiles* Alice! What's all this about, then?

[onlyachild]

I thought it might be nice to have a welcome back party. *innocent little pause* To welcome you back.

[baldlaigle]

*laughs and hugs her* You, my dear, are a wonder. Thank you.