Aramis doesn't dally, washing swiftly and reemerging in his trousers and a shirt, hair damp around his shoulders. He sits by Porthos' knees and hands him a jar of curl cream. "Are you convinced, then?" he asks Athos. "I suppose he told you we need you to negotiate price - well, that's true. Porthos is likely to buy all the cakes, otherwise."
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Date: 2015-01-06 05:02 am (UTC)