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sacrificial_lambda[So, wherever Richard is staying now is sorta nice. Because he is royalty and has standards but mostly because he's an intelligent and resourceful young man who has wrangled some kind of decent job while he figures out something more permanent.]
[That means there are locks on the doors and windows--and actual windows--with a rather nice, queen sized bed that, while a little old and second-hand, is still comfortable. Which is, all in all for London on an outsider's budget, pretty damn luxurious.]
[The thing is, Richard's pretty sure he locked himself in last night, and he would have heard a break in, surely. So the fact that he can feel a presence with him is ominous. Especially when that feeling makes his chest ache like a heart attack or poison, makes his back tingle with cold as he slowly turns to look at whatever is in bed with him, expecting something monstrous in the early morning light.... And instead encountering a peacefully sleeping face and familiar purple hair. His hand stops inching for the sword by the bed and he finishes rolling over, blinking. He dares not reach out and touch the girl, so he settles for a rather startled exclamation.]
Sophie?
[That means there are locks on the doors and windows--and actual windows--with a rather nice, queen sized bed that, while a little old and second-hand, is still comfortable. Which is, all in all for London on an outsider's budget, pretty damn luxurious.]
[The thing is, Richard's pretty sure he locked himself in last night, and he would have heard a break in, surely. So the fact that he can feel a presence with him is ominous. Especially when that feeling makes his chest ache like a heart attack or poison, makes his back tingle with cold as he slowly turns to look at whatever is in bed with him, expecting something monstrous in the early morning light.... And instead encountering a peacefully sleeping face and familiar purple hair. His hand stops inching for the sword by the bed and he finishes rolling over, blinking. He dares not reach out and touch the girl, so he settles for a rather startled exclamation.]
Sophie?
