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[almost-arabian.livejournal.com]

There is a Lawrence.

He is half-slouched on the couch with a flat surface in front of him, idly scribbling on a grid-type paper with coloured inks. He is in fact making a map.

Yes, from Memory. It will be surprisingly accurate.

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[eternal-boy.livejournal.com]

"I see I'm not the only one with artistic leanings, Lawrence."

A hand on his shoulder for a moment, a light squeeze, and then Nick sits.

[almost-arabian.livejournal.com]

He need not look up to see who it is, as no other person here would greet him like that.

That doesn't stop him from looking because he wants to, however. "I suppose not. This is perhaps a bit more droll than most artists are used to."

Nick gets a light smile. And Lawrence shifts to put less weight between his shoulderblades.

[eternal-boy.livejournal.com]

And the light smile is returned.

"Glad to see you're settling well enough, though."

His chin tilts towards Lawrence.

"But it looks fine enough. Accurate, from what I can call to mind."

[almost-arabian.livejournal.com]

"Well, of course it is." He shakes his head and then glances to the man.

"And how is it that you're settling lately, Nicholas?"

Because Lawrence is, of course, concerned with Nick. He itches absently at rapidly fading puncture marks at his throat. That Puck sure has sharp teeth...

[eternal-boy.livejournal.com]

"As well as I usually do."

Which doesn't say much of anything. He's done a lot of settling. He does, however, notice the marks on Lawrence's throat.

He's a vampire. It's his habit.

"Interesting night, Lawrence?"

Though he's not going to pry.

[almost-arabian.livejournal.com]

Lawrence doesn't mind sharing, of course. He quirks a brow and pauses, as if wording something in his mind.

"The young man called Robin has very sharp teeth, as it would happen. And actually, it's from a night or two ago." A small smile.

"The rather small bruise in the centre of my back, however, is from yesterday. I must say that I am glad that I was given rubber bullets for practice." This is far too amusing for Lawrence.

[eternal-boy.livejournal.com]

Nick raises an eyebrow.

"Rubber bullets? Did you shoot yourself then?"

He can't really imagine how when you consider it was in the center of Lawrence's back.

[almost-arabian.livejournal.com]

He laughs.

"No, Ennis did." He shakes his head. "I'm sure I rather deserved it."

[eternal-boy.livejournal.com]

"Ennis?"

But there's a slight smirk at the last part.

"And how, might I ask, old friend, did you deserve it?"

[not-one-drop.livejournal.com]

There is a Mal curled up in front of the fire, basking in the warmth, tired, pale, and very slightly hungover. She hasn't noticed him yet.

[almost-arabian.livejournal.com]

Very slightly hungover.

He gives a slight wave over to her even if she can't see. She can come sit with him, if she likes.

[not-one-drop.livejournal.com]

Yup. She spent a fair bit of yesterday drinking.

She sees, and smiles, looking down in embarrasment, then walks over, still looking down.

"Er. Hi."

[almost-arabian.livejournal.com]

He arches a brow at her.

"Something the matter, Mal?" He takes a sip of his tea and sets his mapmaking supplies to the side.

[not-one-drop.livejournal.com]

"Just...I kind of made a fool of myself, with you. I'm sorry. Can I get you anything?"

She glances down, scrapes one foot over the floor.

[almost-arabian.livejournal.com]

Lawrence furrows his brows and pats the seat next to him.

"No, of course you did not. Come and sit." Teenagers are so cute. And when they're girls, there's no chance of him wanting to sleep with them!

[not-one-drop.livejournal.com]

She obeys, relaxing visibly when she's off her feet. She's still fairly tired.

"I just...I let things get out of hand. You should have just dropped me off at the infirmary, or something."

No chance. She's in relationship with another, female vampire.

[almost-arabian.livejournal.com]

A light smile.

"Not at all. The infirmary beds, if they are anything like the ones in Arabia, leave much to be desired."

He shakes his head. "Are you feeling a little better?"

[dukeorsquire.livejournal.com]

"Good afternoon, my lord."

Terence blows away the wood shavings that settled on Lawrence when he leaned over to look at it.

[almost-arabian.livejournal.com]

The wood shavings are perplexing.

But Lawrence makes not much notice of it.

"Good afternoon, Terence. You are welcome to call me Lawrence. I prefer it, really."

[dukeorsquire.livejournal.com]

"Habit," he explains cheerfully. "It's odd -- at Camelot, most people prefer even generic titles, and here, no one seems able to bear it. You must be the third person to disclaim one."

[almost-arabian.livejournal.com]

"It makes me feel rather older than I am, truthfully."

Lawrence doesn't much like feeling old. It's suffocating.

[dukeorsquire.livejournal.com]

"Ah. Well."

He sits, uninvited, and cocks his head. He doesn't think about his age much. Mostly because he doesn't know old he is.

[almost-arabian.livejournal.com]

And he lofts a brow.

"May I inquire as to why you shed wood on me earlier?"

[dukeorsquire.livejournal.com]

"An accident, I assure you. I was whittling some fresh arrows, and it's not the neatest of occupations." He brushes at a few of the remaining wood-curls on his arms, to demonstrate.

[almost-arabian.livejournal.com]

"No, I would suppose not. One of the reasons, perhaps, that I prefer guns over such things. I assume your world does not have these things."