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[called_lioness]

Matthew's not exhausted--even as tired as he feels of late--but he's enjoying the slightly spent feeling of a long day spent with a friend and good drink and not a little mischief involved as well

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[the_seafarer]

There's something familiar about that boy.

Something in the way he moves, in the way he holds his chin up (stubborn tilt, that), in--

Those clothes look very familiar.

So it isn't all that odd that Caspian, once he catches sight of the young man walking over to the Bar, watches him closely.

Yes. Very familiar, indeed.

[called_lioness]

It's a cocky sort of grin he gets, when the boy notices him watching. "Evening, mate. Come here often?"

It's not Lucy's tone, or accent, for that matter, rougher and lower and carefully slurred. That's pure Matthew.

But the look in the green eyes--well, that's different.

[the_seafarer]

Something else familiar.

Sea-gray eyes are amused, though his voice remains conversational.

(He doesn't quite answer the question, but perhaps all will be forgiven.)

"Do you know, I've a tunic exactly like that one."

[called_lioness]

"Do you, then? How odd," he laughs and orders an ale. "It one of my favorite, by far."

On someone, anyway.