Porthos smirks at Aramis, knowing that it's hardly a bad day for him, but it's definitely not the perfect day that Aramis seems convinced that it is. "I don't think most men dream of slaying vampires after they eat wedding cake and decide on little toppers," he points out, tucking away the knuckles and loading himself up with his weapons, cinching belts and grasping his bandanna, where he starts to work a complicated braid into the tail.
"Chou, there's a bit of a gift for you in the front hall," he advised, glancing to Athos. "There's one for you, too." It's the cologne he's just had finally blessed and finished, doused with holy water and priest's blessing. "There's two. If they're not to your scent's taste, I can exchange them."
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Date: 2015-01-07 03:50 am (UTC)"Chou, there's a bit of a gift for you in the front hall," he advised, glancing to Athos. "There's one for you, too." It's the cologne he's just had finally blessed and finished, doused with holy water and priest's blessing. "There's two. If they're not to your scent's taste, I can exchange them."