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[dukes_daughter]

Ganymede is, quite frankly, sulking. Thanks to an unexpected encounter with Marius in the Mansion, he is now dressed rather more like a lord than a shepherd. This does not bother him nearly so much as his hair, which used to be a middling shade of red or blonde (mostly because the typist couldn't decide on an icon...), but is now a deep, dark red

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[thinknotilove]

*sees him and gasps* O, sweet youth, thou look'st most like a lord!

[dukes_daughter]

*scrambles to his feet (because you can't really sulk standing up) and laughs, a little sheepishly* It was no choice of mine.

[thinknotilove]

How came it, then?

[dukes_daughter]

A man I do not know did force it on me!

[youngandhealthy]

Molly laughs, joyfully. "Ooooh, sir."

[dukes_daughter]

"Good Molly!" he says, a little embarrassed. "What think'st thou?"

[youngandhealthy]

"That thou lookest right fine, save thy poor, mournful look."

[dukes_daughter]

"Truly?"

[thornofcamorr]

Locke is very not amused by his new haircut. He burned the clothes. After cutting them into shreds. And washing his face several times. While hoping he didn't run into Marius again.

He's currently sitting somewhere looking supremely annoyed and paring a piece of wood with a knife, lacking in more animate things to injure with it, especially a certain immortal.

[dukes_daughter]

"You look unhappy, sir," Ganymede notes.

[thornofcamorr]

"That's because I am."

[dukes_daughter]

"Wherefore?"

[hunt_theheart]

*he hasn't really seen Ganymede since there was that incident with the eggs and the inhibitions--and now he is hesitant to approach* Good sir? *tentative* Thou seemest touched by Valentine--

[dukes_daughter]

*a little hesitant, too* He did call himself Marius.

[hunt_theheart]

*a quiet laugh* Oh, ay, the man did put these onto me-- *gesturing wide, so that she can take in the enormous degree to which SEQUINS have colonized his body*

[dukes_daughter]

*manages to hold it in for like a second-- then cracks up*