attn: Courfeyrac

[le_desirous]

Sagramore is in his room, shirt off dammit, poking at his scars. It has been a long time, almost ten months, and everything is healed, and shiny and itchy. There are no scars from the Lascelles incident. He hasn't been drunk in weeks.

He is maybe a teeny bit bored. And, being Sagramore, this probably will lead to trouble unless he is distracted.

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[all_that_grace]

Courfeyrac lets himself in unannounced -- which is probably not a habit he should get into, cohabitation or not, but there it is. "Hello, you."

[le_desirous]

Yes, well. Threesome!

"Good afternoon," looking up and smiling.

[all_that_grace]

"What the devil are you doing to yourself now?" coming over to sit beside him.

[le_desirous]

"Just looking," he says, innocently, leaning over to snag a kiss.