Λ ΰΎΰΎ ο½₯ π βββπΝπΝ πΝπΝπ€ΝπΝπΝπΝπΝ βββποΈ
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MUN IS 21 . BRISTOL .
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Λ ΰΎΰΎ ο½₯ π βββπΝπΝ πΝπΝπ€ΝπΝπΝπΝπΝ βββποΈ
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β his shoulders seem to relax at her invitation to stay, though he is still a bit worried about someone getting upset over his presence. β eliza. β he repeats her name in order to commit it to memory, the word somehow bringing a smile to his lips before he introduduces + β
β no .α ββ i mean γ you donβt have to leave. youβre not bothering me β actually she was more worried that she was bothering him. a small sigh before she moved ever so closer to him. β eliza. β
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Λ ΰΎΰΎ ο½₯ π βββπΝπΝ πΝπΝπ€ΝπΝπΝπΝπΝ βββποΈ
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β β we can only hope it is not my father, iβve heard stories about him as a young man. the ton may be in danger if he were ever able to wreak his havoc again. β he laughs, thumb running over the face of the watch. β
the maid hands the watch back to him. it was a pretty but worn out watch ββ it clearly means something to him. β a body swap? and who is the lord who is now being all athletic all over the ton? β
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Λ ΰΎΰΎ ο½₯ π βββπΝπΝ πΝπΝπ€ΝπΝπΝπΝπΝ βββποΈ
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β± just remembered the fleabag quote in grahamβs bio. #pain
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Λ ΰΎΰΎ ο½₯ π βββπΝπΝ πΝπΝπ€ΝπΝπΝπΝπΝ βββποΈ
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β β err β β eyes widen, quickly looking around. β should i not Χ
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π€ β a small step is taken back, paired with an awkward chuckle β my father is a patron to the opera house. i was accompanying him to discuss financial matters, but i do tend to + β
β men are odd creatures β a pause before it clicked in her head that he wasnβt supposed to be back here. β wait ββ- should you even be back here .α£ β
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Λ ΰΎΰΎ ο½₯ π βββπΝπΝ πΝπΝπ€ΝπΝπΝπΝπΝ βββποΈ
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β he giggles a bit, amused by her faux master plan. he wouldnβt stop her either if the watch wasnβt so sentimental. β oh, just fine .α β his cheeks appear to have a light blush, but he continues to jest, β i just believe i may have been body swapped with an old man. β β
β oh yeah mr dowding. Iβll sell it and get my ticket to a beautiful place. β eyebrows furrowed at the groan he let out. β are you okay? β
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Λ ΰΎΰΎ ο½₯ π βββπΝπΝ πΝπΝπ€ΝπΝπΝπΝπΝ βββποΈ
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β his head tilts in perfect harmony with the crack. β are you able to do that with my spine, perhaps Χ
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π€ β hands reach out, β just a little like β β mimicking a wringing motion. β
β the joys of my profession .α β one last whack before she twisted the shoe. a loud crack coming from its sole. β i would dance bare foot if i could γ however β
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Λ ΰΎΰΎ ο½₯ π βββπΝπΝ πΝπΝπ€ΝπΝπΝπΝπΝ βββποΈ
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β β weekly ?! goodness, i hope my boots last me a few years. β teeth grit, taking a glance down at his feet. well β they are much less pretty than her slippers. the cost of beauty, as his mother would say. β
β only i do this weekly .α β the cost of dancing. itβs more then the bright shiny lights everyone sees .α not that anyone cares to peak behind the curtain.
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Λ ΰΎΰΎ ο½₯ π βββπΝπΝ πΝπΝπ€ΝπΝπΝπΝπΝ βββποΈ
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β β you would indeed be correct. β an amused smile graces his lips, hand extending to take back his beloved watch. β it would certainly kill me to lose this one, it belonged to my grandfather. β he explains, β he had a passion for clockwork. β β
Mr. Dowding! ( Her hand opens as her arm extends, offering him the pocket watch she found on the floor. ) I suppose you were looking for this, my husband has a similar one... It'll kill him to lose it.
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Λ ΰΎΰΎ ο½₯ π βββπΝπΝ πΝπΝπ€ΝπΝπΝπΝπΝ βββποΈ
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β ah β well now he feels like quite a fool. β did you steal that from me Χ
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π€ β he jests, pushing himself to his feet with a scrunch of his nose. bloody hip pain, he may as well be eighty years of age. β
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Λ ΰΎΰΎ ο½₯ π βββπΝπΝ πΝπΝπ€ΝπΝπΝπΝπΝ βββποΈ
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β β this is giving me dΓ©jΓ vu. i feel like iβm watching my sister obliterate her dolls, just like when we were kids. β a hand is placed upon his chest, feigning a look of nostalgia. β
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Λ ΰΎΰΎ ο½₯ π βββπΝπΝ πΝπΝπ€ΝπΝπΝπΝπΝ βββποΈ
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β brows furrow β remind him to never make her cross .α β
sheβs lightly π£π’π―π¨πͺπ―π¨ her ballet shoes against a brick wall γ π₯π¦π΄π±π¦π³π’π΅π¦ππΊ trying to soften them up before tonightβs performance .
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Λ ΰΎΰΎ ο½₯ π βββπΝπΝ πΝπΝπ€ΝπΝπΝπΝπΝ βββποΈ
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β β gah .α β follows a loud thump, a welt already forming upon his head. lips press into a line, the gentleman slowly bringing himself to his feet, tugging at his waistcoat. β lady bridgerton. β β
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