Truly unfortunate, as I fear your shirt cost a banquet hall its only tablecloth.
[Like a performer recognizing their cue to dance, Laurent does not miss a beat, nor does he appear to struggle in placing himself there. The tease is offered as he is removing the last buttons to have survived- joining their fellows in the small pile he has amassed on the table at his right. It is no attractive or deliberate sprawl he rests in now, nor is it the almost boyish pose he'd been caught in so many months ago. Instead, one leg is crossed casually over the other, bare foot dangling near the fire and savoring its warmth. Already the proximity has dried most of his hair.]
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[Like a performer recognizing their cue to dance, Laurent does not miss a beat, nor does he appear to struggle in placing himself there. The tease is offered as he is removing the last buttons to have survived- joining their fellows in the small pile he has amassed on the table at his right. It is no attractive or deliberate sprawl he rests in now, nor is it the almost boyish pose he'd been caught in so many months ago. Instead, one leg is crossed casually over the other, bare foot dangling near the fire and savoring its warmth. Already the proximity has dried most of his hair.]