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[blueskinnedboy]

Chris's New York apartment is as lush and opulent as his home in India is cool and spare. The curtains are purple velvet, the paint is deep dark red, there are cushions and overstuffed couches and statues and bookcases. There are flower arrangements on endtables--gifts from admirers, mostly, though many simply because Chris likes having flowers

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[go_between]

Richard looks around a bit, pausing to touch the various surfaces and fabrics.

"Nice. Very different from your other place."

[blueskinnedboy]

"Yes. The palace is more of a temple. This is . . . self-indulgence."

[go_between]

"You know how to indulge yourself, then." And he smirks a little. :Not that worshiping you wasn't fun."

[blueskinnedboy]

Chris laughs. "Lots of practice with this, as well. India is a country of color and spice--I like to carry it with me everywhere."

He throws himself onto a couch and toes off his shoes.