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PETER CHADWICK CONTACT POST ( TEXT | AUDIO | VIDEO | ACTION | OOC )

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I have something of yours.

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Oh dear. Should I be afraid?

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No. But it would be best for it to be returned. You can decide what to do with it on your own.

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[color him curious.]

What is it?

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A photograph.

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[Photograph? He doesn't rememb-

... oh. Oh no.]

Can I see?

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[Here, have an address and a time because she is too busy working right now to be taking pictures of pictures for him.]

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[... good thing Peter has a lot of free time.

Consider him there, when the time comes. He's rather punctual.]

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[There are already a good deal of cigarettes in the ashtray by the time they convene together. It's also her second cup of coffee. Maybe she came to relax, but... that isn't something Marie does. She's still sharp and penetratively attentive to everything around her, shoulders and elbows bony where she's perched at the outdoor patio table, a coffee cup cradled in her hands in front of her mouth.]

Here.

[No real preamble, she lifts an envelope from her purse and offers it out between two fingers, waiting to return to her coffee.]

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Thank you. [he nods briefly, easing out of his jacket to take the envelope. He can't quite imagine what's in it, eyes set on Marie and her cigarettes before he brings himself to open it and pull out its content with careful fingers.

That's... a picture of him. Kissing another man in what looks like some club.

This is confusing, to say the least. Peter might make it no secret that he's partially embarrassed, to.]

How--?

[prosopopoeia]

It is one of zhose days.

[She motions vaguely at the sky.]