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[honest_johns]

The sun is slipping below the horizon, casting blood-red light on the evening's patchy clouds. The sky billows red and orange and pink.

Red at night, wayfarer's delight, Alain thinks absently.

He's sitting on Roland's rock. Smoking, and not thinking about anything in particular. It's become terribly easy to do that, recently.

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[awesome_lilly]

Lilly's been looking for him, and after a quick check of his room she puts on a coat to brave the cold outside. Scotland winters are not a California girl's idea of fun, but she'll deal since Alain's out there.

"What up, sai?"

[honest_johns]

He glances at her, pulled back to here and now, and then smiles slightly.

"Wèi."

[awesome_lilly]

Lilly sits next to him, wrapping her arms around herself.

"So, you have fun last night?"

She's grinning.

"I still can hardly believe Duncan was really there. I'll probably have to throw another party next week just so everyone can meet him. Any ideas for a theme?"

[honest_johns]

He slips an arm around her. Automatic affection, but also for warmth; he's wearing a heavier coat than she is, and he's more used to winters.

"I did." A small smile, exhaling smoke. "And no idea, say sorry. I leave those to you."

Alain is not much of a party planner.

Alain is also still kind of distracted.