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[70ftandcounting]

Is...is it over?

[A soft, quiet noise. Not a whimper, not a cry - but maybe the tiniest of sniffles]

Is he gone?

[Bartimaeus was RIGHT.]

Comments

Only if it's the same dress

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[Bartimaeus tuckes the re-folded quilt under his arm, then scratches his chin with an extra hand.]

Usually it's quite obvious by the throbbing vein in your temple or the seething rage, but you've managed to avoid both triggers. Obviously you have a rare form of resistance.

[He shrugs, baffled at the fact that he's okay with this.]

Yes. Why not.

[It's not like he has something else to do. WHAT AM FREE TIME.]

well duh, you'd be so pretty in pink and purple

[70ftandcounting]

I suppose that's possible. [Her hair WAS a rare thing, after all.]

Great. Come on!

[She links arms with him, and steers towards the kitchens.]