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Feuilly peeks into the back room of the Musain, only to find it empty, save the tables and chairs and the floating dust that the sun, setting in the window, makes visible. Of course, his luck precisely, he thinks. He rushed straight from work in desperation to avoid being late to the meeting, only to err on the wrong side and arrive first of all. It doesn't matter so much, he thinks, taking a seat. He'll just wait for the others to arrive.
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On September 10th, 2005 10:52 pm (UTC), justiceteacher commented:
He looks like he is trying not to laugh. "Shiny?"
On September 10th, 2005 10:54 pm (UTC), pylades_drunk replied:
R leans back in his chair, gesticulating wildly as he emphasizes, "Yes, shiny! There is an... indescribable glow around our fair sun god that blazes damn near as bright as any sun! Have you never noticed?"
On September 10th, 2005 10:57 pm (UTC), justiceteacher replied:
"I'm afraid I haven't," he says, amused. "You make him sound hardly a man at all."
On September 10th, 2005 11:01 pm (UTC), pylades_drunk replied:
"Because he hardly is!" He shakes his head. "He is something... more than men. A fine statue to look upon. Damned if I know how he does it." He takes a long drink from his bottle.
On September 10th, 2005 11:08 pm (UTC), justiceteacher replied:
"Temperance, perhaps," he says, turning his chair back around.
On September 11th, 2005 01:09 am (UTC), pylades_drunk replied:
He mutters in reply, "Eh, temperance. Who needs it?"
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