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[heirring]

WHO: Flint, Wysteria, Miriam, Cassius & You
WHAT: Catch-All
WHEN: Post-dreams, nebulously Guardian-ish
WHERE: Various
NOTES: Warnings (if any) in subject lines.

((OOC NOTE: Anything in bold is closed to one thread, though group threads a-okay.
Feel free to turn this into action brackets if The Spirit Moves You.
Wildcards welcome, bespoke starters available upon request.))

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[revise]

"If you would," is said in some similarly well-mannered tone, vowels all rounded toward some imagined version of high bred respectability. "That would be very considerate of you."

And then with a quirk of the head, Miriam's dark sheet of hair fanning along her shoulder, the faux air of quality is stripped away; the empty tankard is thunked for effect on the table top.

"Are you a second round sort, Ser Orlov?"

[wearyallalone]

There's a moment where it seems like he might say no, but only briefly. "I could still do with a bit of warming up. Why not?" Probably a lot of reasons, but that's an affirmative to staying all the same.