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[lecentre]

[Good morning-- Is it morning? Evening? Day! Good day! Courfeyrac still has a hard time determining this on this ship. There must be some sense of time, after all, even if not by the sun and moon. Regardless, here’s an early 19th century dandy who has writing all over his face in sharpie.

Yes. That’s correct. Not just writing, but terrible poetry and double entendres and all of the innuendo. All over his face.

But he’s still grinning all the same, because he knows exactly why this is the case. He rubs his eyes for a moment before actually addressing everyone, his smile mischievous.]

It should seem that I awoke this morning with writing all over my face. Alas, my mysterious scribe is nowhere to be found. Perhaps someone would be so kind as to read it for me? Everything appears reverse when I look into a mirror.

What’s more, if someone finds the culprit, please do return him to me, won’t you? I imagine he is wandering the halls with a permanent marker in hand looking particularly devious.

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[lecentre]

Cad? I am wounded!

[Take the time to see the comments where he defended your poetry too, Jehan. Honestly.]

Of course I can read, but I can hardly read backwards.

[vivelavenir]

[He saw it. But there would be nothing to defend hadn't he--

Ugh, nevermind. It was his own fault, after all.]

You can at that! Or else you would not have broadcast it.

[He let out a breath.]

...Which. Was devious. ...I should almost say well done.

[lecentre]

[Trying so hard to look innocent.]

Writing such things on my face is quite devious itself... If I knew what it said, that is.

[vivelavenir]

You know what it says, Reynaud.

...But if you insist that you do not, perhaps you shall have to spend the evening with your new friends, who are capable of reading my bad rhymes and letting you know what they say.

[...It sounded better in French, thank you. Not rhyming.]

[lecentre]

I argued in your favor, did I not?

[So pouting.]

But are you truly going to acknowledge that what you did was not devious in itself?

[vivelavenir]

[He has no comment upon that!]

...Fine, Reynaud. What I did was, indeed, devious.

I meant it playfully, though.

And it is some commentary that you can sleep through anything.

[lecentre]

And you know that I meant this just as playfully. I have not said a thing against you, have I?

[He frowns a little more. You cannot deny this face, Jehan.]

I can sleep through most anything, this is true. But I implore you not take advantage of this further.

[vivelavenir]

[It is difficult to, but somehow... he'll manage.]

Fine. I shalln't.

If it makes you feel any safer, I will gladly spend the night elsewhere.

[lecentre]

That is not what I said.

[That pout is turning into a Look.]

[vivelavenir]

No, it isn't.

Were you able to find anyone who could read it to you?

[lecentre]

I was told many a thing that were not on my face.

However, I find myself not minding so much. I'd much rather hear it from the culprit, if he'd return to the room.

[vivelavenir]

Tempting,and yet, I think I may have to pass on that. I am much too shy to read it aloud.

Alas I am not a performance poet.

[lecentre]

And could I not tempt you further? Allow me to apologize for this behavior of mine.

[vivelavenir]

More tempting yet.

I don't require any apology.

[Because he knows where the remainder of the hair gel is.]

[lecentre]

Regardless, I wish to apologize. What more can I say to see you back soon?

[vivelavenir]

Oh, I am sure that you will.

[Is that a frightening, foreshadowing edge to his voice? Possibly.]

It will take more than that, certainly. You have so much being said on your face already, I am sure you can think of more for your tongue to say.

[lecentre]

[He has sense enough to be at least a little frightened of the tone.]

What I wish for my tongue to say-- or do-- is certainly not appropriate for public forums.

[vivelavenir]

Ah, but your cheeks currently are?

[A beat.]

And what do you mean, public forum? I am the only one speaking to you. No one else is in the room with me.

[lecentre]

[He's ready to respond to the first when the second is mentioned. There's a pause of his own...]

If you had been able to see those that spoke to me about this-- Is it not reasonable that the more curious may see this exchange? I have no knowledge of how to hide it from others...

[vivelavenir]

...Ah. You... you do make a good point.

But no one would truly have any interest in reading our antics, would they?

[lecentre]

I doubt they would, we're hardly the interesting sort. I imagine only Combeferre is looking at this as we speak.

[vivelavenir]

Oh. Well.

You've just said the very words to get me back into the room.

I will... be right there.

[lecentre]

I will be waiting, then... Though I have no intention of leaving anytime soon.

[vivelavenir]

Hmm.

[Hummed, with a side-eye, just a little bit sly...

Before turning off the device.

A few minutes later, there was a soft knock on the door, and then he let himself in.]

[lecentre]

[And he is, true to his word, waiting... Grinning a bit as Jehan knocks on the door first.]

This is technically your quarters, mon cher. There is no need to knock.

[But he's swinging his legs off the bed and leaning forward just a bit.]