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[musettasbitch]

The weather's been nice, recently. More to the point, the weather's been wonderful. So, because he felt like he should get out more -- and, of course, to enjoy the sun, there is an artist boy stretched out on deck. He's not entirely shirtless, but very close -- half buttoned, anyway, and his suspenders are hanging at his sides. He's sprawled on

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[vizir_daughter]

Scherehazade is just taking a walk on the decks. Upon seeing the half-nude young man, she blushes, and pauses a ways - she -- hasn't met any men since she came, save for Armand, and he was much more decorous.

She's not sure what to do with the situation.

[musettasbitch]

Marcello does decorous when it suits him. He hears someone nearby, though, and looks up to give her a slightly charcoal-y wave. "Hello!"

[vizir_daughter]

Ah, he must be a pauper - poor man, not even able to have a shirt on! And his hands are so dirty...

"Hello," she replies, a bit less shy for it. "Are you not cold?"

[league_mascot]

Now that he has come back out of hiding, Armand spends time wandering and thinking and enjoying the outdoors. Eventually, he comes upon Marcello. He stops, probably too close for artistic comfort, to look over the works-in-progress.

"What do you have here?" he asks, too brightly.

[musettasbitch]

Marcello blinks and looks up, shaking some hair out of his face. "Just sketches, m'sieur," he says cheerfully. "Nothing concrete yet." If Armand looks, they're mostly sketches of Rodolfo.

[league_mascot]

Armand looks over the pictures, pretending very great seriousness, but mostly enjoying himself. "These are all very fine, you know."