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| Alandree | Jun 22 2009, 04:40 PM |
 
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It was difficult to drink much at all, no less try to speak properly. He decided to cease speech altogether (a difficult task) to provide mystery. Because surely there would be those curious. He delicately brushed the lace across his chest, at least an inch or two from the actual skin in sheer volume, and did his very best to translate some of his essence through this blessed pageantry. Goosing anyone young enough to run away at full speed, or jump high enough in the air without pulling out a back muscle. Making a clear cut path through the offset corner of the vicinity, occasionally lifting a few skirts, boning whipping back and forth upon swift re-release. Not that he would ever toe quite so boldly across this sort of line without the anonymity, but it didn't take a textbook session to figure out who he was. The mask wasn't quite as heavy as it looked. Black beak resembling that of a Medico della peste, made of papier-mâché, modestly painted, but not all that damn bad. The rest of it was vaguely Enlightenment-ish. And blue. All it really needed was a periwig and buckled shoes. Which he did have. Red-heeled. The joys of living in such a place. Sooner or late, he'd have to get at least a bit of wine. M. DuChamps plucked a glass from a dutiful waiter, who seemed to be no more than four feet tall, which made him feel comparatively rather grand. Pinching the point of the beak primly, he lifted it just enough to sip. |
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