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[never_shall_yield]

Javert, as usual, spent most of the day out with the horse. There was a long ride out in the middle of the day, and the afternoon spent cleaning her stall, and tack, and whatever else he could find of hers that needed tending to.

And now there is an evening stretched before him. Without any enthusiasm at all, he asks to be provided with a book. The Bar produces one on Napoleon.

'Must I?'

He had had quite enough of that man when he was young. But it does not disappear, so he takes it with a sigh, and retreats to his normal far corner. 




[OOC: Open 'til the weekend. Catch him outside or in, either works. :)

ETA: BOOM. After 2am = time to crash. Thanks, guys. Catch ya tomorrow. <333]

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[herr_bookman]

Autor tilts his head. "All right," he says, and deftly lifts the plate from the table. "It was wrong of me to try to force them on you."

He waits, to see if the Frenchman has anything more to say.

[never_shall_yield]

'What is your name?'

Even demons have names.

[herr_bookman]

"Autor," he says, amused that he asked. "And yours?"

[never_shall_yield]

'I am Javert.'

He eyes the boy warily, as if expecting him to sprout horns.

'You are only a child. You should not bother adults with unasked-for fruit. It is rude.'

[herr_bookman]

Javert. And a Bastille Day party, to celebrate the newcomers. You bastard!

Autor adjusts his glasses. "All right," he says again, somewhat wary himself. "I apologize."

[never_shall_yield]

Well. He was not expecting that.

After a pause, there is a nod of his head.

'On your way, then.'

He is not sure what to make of this creature. It seems safest to dismiss him, though he has no idea whether he will leave so easily.

[herr_bookman]

"You are an honorable man, Javert," the demon child states, nodding back. He pops a strawberry in his mouth. "Which is good to know."

Then he turns and does indeed leave, head filled with thoughts of barbeques, French barricades, and his own hypocrisy.

[OOC: Yours to wrap/counter, if you like! Thank you so much for the thread! :)]

[never_shall_yield]

He frowns at the retreating back. He has no idea what this child is, and it is unnerving.

But he goes away when told, and that is something.



[OOC: Thank you. And, anytime. :)]