"What will you shave next to lure them away?" Porthos quips with a smirk, tucking his sword and knife away as he rids himself of the knuckles, aiming not to call more attention to himself now that the battle is done. He gives a firm nod of his head, pleased with their work here tonight.
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Date: 2016-05-12 12:04 am (UTC)