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[dogbitesman]

That probably could have gone beter.

But then, if you were going to start thinking like that, it probably could have gone worse, too, couldn't it? Oh, he could berate himself for not telling him, but would Rupert even have believed him if he'd said anything?

Yes, because he knows you don't make things up, said his ever-treachourous inner editor.

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[dishabille_mal]

"Hallo," Maladicta greeted as brightly as she could, but there was a tiredness to it. She sat in the chair beside him.

[dogbitesman]

"Hmm?" William looked up and smiled at her, briefly. "Oh. Hello." He studied his cup of coffee for a moment, then rethought and studied Maladicta. "...are you all right?"

[dishabille_mal]

"Fine," she said, moving the pad of her thumb back and forth across her forehead a bit.

"Just some things going on with... what is that smell?" she said, frowning, looking over. "That smells like real coffee but not my Klatchian roast. What is that?"

[dogbitesman]

William looked down at his cup. Then he looked back up at her, concerns very temporarily driven out of his mind.

"...you didn't know?"