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[kethedammit]

[His voice is high-pitched and excited, with each word spoken strongly and clearly. It's the voice of a young boy, one whose voice hasn't yet broken, though it's beginning to; it cracks several times during the span of the post.]

Nikah told me a story about a haunted book, once; he said that's what happens to hocuses when they read too much and then they die in their libraries and nobody finds the body for days and days. And then their ghosts get trapped in the books, see, and the books all start talking and shit, and that's why the Mirador declares a-po-sta-sy sometimes, because then a hocus'll read the haunted books, and his head'll all get turned around. But I think I'm okay, because I ain't reading none of this and I ain't no hocus and my head's too empty to get turned around by magic anyhow.

Zephyr says... oh, um, nevermind about that shit.

So anyways, this one time, Jeanne-Mer told me about her momma, who she said was a princess, but I don't believe her, though she swears it by the Septad Gate and Mélusine’s cunt all the same. Anyway, she said that her momma lived in a big castle, with all the nice wallpaper and paintings and vases, and pretty people in nice clothes all going about their business. I wonder if that's like this.

[A pause.] Okay, bye.

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[lord_wizard]

Twenty, when we finally met. [The memory of their meeting is hazy at best, but it occurs to him finally, once he stops to do the math, of how little relative time passed between Mildmay's now and the events that shoved them together]

[kethedammit]

[Mildmay considers this.] Huh, so we ain't too far apart, age-wise. [He prefers that infinitely to being the pipsqueak to Felix's full grown adult.] What'm I like?

[lord_wizard]

Quieter. [He takes a seat nearby with a sigh, not wanting to continue this looming over his brother, which was a factor even when he was adult, even when he insisted it wasn't looming at all]

What is it that you want to know, exactly?

[kethedammit]

[Mildmay snorts. He can't imagine that, Keeper says he never shuts the hell up. He sits on the nearest table, getting mostly to eye level with Felix.] I dunno. I done anything neat? Do I run with a pack?

[lord_wizard]

[Felix wouldn't class running a pack with things are, quote, 'neat']

Are you sure this is something you want to know?

[kethedammit]

[Mildmay doesn't either, really, but he doesn't know what he'll do when he gets old. Running a pack's better than being dead.] I asked, didn't I?

[lord_wizard]

[Felix sighs]

I believe, by the time we met, you were no longer with your Keeper and had been a rather notorious cat burglar for a number of years.

[kethedammit]

[Eyes as big as bellwheels.] Really? How'd we meet? I try to rob you? [How cool.]

[lord_wizard]

[Mildmay no. This is not a thing to aspire to]

Hardly. We met outside of Mélusine, actually.

[kethedammit]

The fuck was I doing out in the sticks?

[lord_wizard]

[Rapidly, he's running out good ways to explain this]

There was another fire.

[kethedammit]

Shit, really? And we was with the up and outs? [The refugees, Mildmay.] You don't talk like a nature witch, though.

[lord_wizard]

Well, no...[He gestured emptily again, and flashed the back of his hand with a sigh] It was the Mirador that caught fire.

[kethedammit]

Fuuuck. So we all hightailed it out there damn fast, huh? And I noticed you looked like me? [Because clearly his hair was dyed then, and the comparison wouldn't be obvious.]

[lord_wizard]

[Felix nodded. Of course, everyone else had noticed too, but for now it's an easy enough omission.]