#ifyouhappentoberich

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“Well, I’d heard the awful rumours that you were here too, but I was hoping that was all they were.”

[showyoulater]

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It had been a nightat the club. Not a long night, but not an especially short night. It had beenshort on high spots, but annoyances were few and far between and everyone wasstill in one piece. All in all it had been much as anyone would expect from acabaret club the week before Christmas. A festive programme was well in play,and there was an additional layer of sparkle on anything and everything, but itwas also losing its exciting newness as everyone settled in to the new seasonalroutine.

Still, the holiday season did have some useful perks. Alechad been waiting patiently for the night to finish, and had even helped toclear up some of the detritus of the great December birthday party, somethingthat Victor couldn’t help but find endearing. It was quite something to watchhim in his three piece suit join in with everyone else tidying and changingaround him. He was actually still tidying – little finishing touches likestraightening bottles – when Victor emerged from the back, coat on, ready to gohome. And what luck! He was well-placed under some festive foliage. Luck likethat shouldn’t be wasted, so Victor strolled over and turned him around for awell-deserved kiss. Merry Christmas.

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She’d already been clued in to the fact that there was entertainment to be had by Victor hurrying past her in the corridor - late for his cue and flustered in a most particular way. So she was already smirking by the time she stuck her head around the dressing room door, only to catch sight of a certain Englishman trying to straighten his clothes.

“Do you need a moment...?”

[showyoulater]

"What would you like to /make/, then?" She countered, with an entirely playful roll of her eyes. "Thomas is still doing that weird thing where he won't eat his food if any of it is touching, so we should probably take that into account."

"A selection of non-touching food, right." 

He looked around them, before heading to the fridge. A cursory inspection of that complete, he tried a few of the cupboards.

"It appears shopping was one of the things we forgot to do this week." A few moments of contemplation later however, "How does a picnic sound? In the living room - or you could could take it back to your room if you want to do stuff there."

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"He did." Her grin was bright. "I think that's a /fantastic/ idea, but I'll deny saying that if he's annoyed later."

"Of course. I couldn't have you getting in trouble anyway." The pursed lips gave way to a sweet smile. 

"Now what would you like to eat? And before you ask, no, nothing that your father would say no to. I don't want to get in too much trouble either you know."

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"Victor, Dad said you were cooking tonight."

"He did, did he?" His lips pursed in an exaggerated show of disapproval. 

"Maybe I should just cook for us and leave him to fend for himself. Teach him a lesson. How would that be?"

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Herman liked to think of himself as a good judge of character, but it seemed he'd been wrong in having never pegged Lord Edwards as stealthy. When he thought about if further, though, the signs were all there. No-one gets that sort of reputation without at least some aptitude for sneaking around... But then again if no one had ever caught him how would he have the reputation?

It was due to pure luck that he saw him - walking, light footed, down the corridors leading to the fire escape. And whether it was through some sort of concern for Victor, or possibly just due to the sort of urge that kills cats and leads children to poke things with sticks - he suspected it was the latter - he just had to make his presence known.

"Guten Morgen, Herr Edwards."

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