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Work and PlayGregory remembered, in a flash of inappropriate timing, one soft, sunny day in France. They had been younger then, maybe twelve or a little older. He recalled fishing in Christophes Mothers goldfish pond, the pair of them proudly displaying the priceless, lifeless koi carp to the brunettes mother.Work and Play
And then when they were fifteen, he remembered dragging Christophe to the nicest tailor he knew. The Frenchman had griped and swore, and even hit the poor attendant, but finally he was suited up in a wildly attractive suit. It was black and comprised of sharp edges, and it made Christophe look impossibly dangerous. That night he danced


ButterfliesThe Mole was disturbed. This didn't happen often, and that worried him a little more then what was disturbing him to begin with. From his shoulder, Gregorys voice continued in it's stupid, lilting tones and from their laps the pages of the book rustled as he turned them. A tap and Moles eyes dropped to the page where Gregory was pointing on a map and he nodded, agreeing to something even if he hadn't really been listening to what. He was more preoccupied with his state of being disturbed.Butterflies
He had butterflies. Mole half-wished it could be something a little more manly, like having scorpions or earwigs, but no, there they were. Butt
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