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[impure_tale]

That gormless, heartless self-righteous cunt!

How dare she?

How dare she?

(ooc: The Marquis' mother-in-law burnt the written manuscript for his barge book. Which was finished, but not completely transcribed. Awuu D:)

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[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

The visitor that appeared in my place was even less than a poor guest and my belongings have suffered for it.

[feels-no-love.livejournal.com]

Ah. [He cannot really feel sympathy for the man, but he knows that faking it is appropriate.]

That is...unfortunate.

I witnessed her rantings but did not pay them much attention. My own kin would have had worse to say about me.

Can anything be done?

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

No.

[feels-no-love.livejournal.com]

...

[suddenly he regrets faking up enough concern to actually reply. Humans. When are their petty emotions and worries ever worth the effort to offer sympathy? It is probably a missing bottle of laudanum or something equally trivial.]

Very well. I wish you good fortune in correcting the situation.

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

I apologize, Monsieur. It is not your fault my misfortune, and I appreciate your concern.

[feels-no-love.livejournal.com]

It is understandable.