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𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲. socialites with enough money on hand held certain responsibilities to the betterment of polite culture, and to the young aesthete, there seemed no better cause than to help young artists share their craft with the world, so that they may all enjoy it. and so, seeking for that prolific young author who was currently prolific for his works, raoul was happy to find that he was very kind, very well-spoken, and willing to accept his patronage. traveling north from his estate in saône-et-loire, only taking a some few days through the countryside, to meet him at the arcturus theatre in the montparnasse. to his joyous surprise, he found the theatre to be in such well-kept shape: obviously, the owner cared greatly for his theatre. lingering in the lobby, hat upon his arm, raoul looked quite lost in the lobby, peering around as if his host might appear from any corner. eyes alight, feet squared, and shoulder drawn back in some unknown method of making himself well-seen, he delivers himself forward to an awaiting pair of blue eyes. ❝ — monsieur, ❞ he speaks. ❝ could you perhaps deliver me to your manager ? ❞










