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[walks into the bar, dark hair tied back and jacket neatly not done up. His satchel slung over one shoulder, Sario makes his way over to the bar.]

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*Is fully clothed. Will wonders never cease?* Good evening.

[looks up at him, and gives him a polite once-over to hone in the clothing point]

Dolcho nocto, Thom.

*pleasantly* I hope you are well -- ?

[politley] As well as can be expected. Yourself? [he catches sight of Brennan, and mentally notes how accuratley Thom drew him. Or not, as the case was]

Continuity: *Lies bleeding in the bar. Medic!*

*Thom shrugs.* I do all right.

Very good. [Sario grins suddenly]

I finished the painting of yourself and your sister.

*develops rather an interesting expression in the process of repressing snark*

*it smooths out and he says politely* How nice. May I see it?

I would be insulted if you did not. [not a sign of if he is joking or not]

*looks expectant*

[raises an eyebrow] You honestly think I would carry a painting around with me?

*Thom starts to roll his eyes. But he doesn't.*

Yes, that's exactly what I thought.

*Still, he can't lose all his sarcasm.*

[when Sario speaks again, his tone is very simple]

The sketch of your princling was very nice, he's quite a handsome boy. It would be interesting, estudo meyo, to use him in your studies of human form. After all, you've only sketch the top half, and that is fairly simple.

*Staaares. He must not have heard that right.

Thom-red: coming soon to a box of crayons near you!

He stammers.* What -- why -- but --

Come now, Thom. [he's nearly grinning now] As an artist you have to study all that you can. If you have a lovely looking model, why not use him to his beest advantage?

*Against all reason, Thom continues to redden.* Why him!

Why not? Something you're not telling about this boy, Thom?

*defensively* There's nothing to tell.

You blush, though.

I have a disorder. It's called -- erythema. Hereditary. You know how it is.

And it only seems to occur with mentions of sex, Brennan, and your lovely sister. How interesting. How queer.

*Raises an eyebrow. Queer is his word! His!*

It's perfectly normal. We were all trained into it at the -- at the cloisters.

[nods] Yes, to blush at handsomes boys and pretty sisters.

Red is actually the color of surprise. We're just not used to seeing people with hair.

[is now actually lost in the arguments, but plans not to make that point obvious]

If you were trained, and are surprised, then how is it hereditary?

*shrugs* Honestly? Because I'm just making shit up.

[stares]

[and stares]

[and shakes his head]

*giggles*

[shakes his head again]

You don't have any pressing business? To see the painting you ahve to come with me.

I'm good to go.

Good. [he walks over to the House of Arch's painting and, his longs fingers circled around Thom's wrist, vanishes into it]

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