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:) See? I have already learned! :)
Please do visit, you are always welcome. There are so many curious things in this house, I cannot wait to show you.
βͺ Plus, she has a few hours to brush her hair to shining perfection now, so she won't need to be embarrassed in front of her new friend. β«
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I will see you tonight, then! :)
[And just as promised, he does!
Dandy arrives the moment the sun has fallen below the horizon, with a present box tucked under one arm, at that newly moved house(castle?) on the hill. He knocks on the door, hard enough to throb pain through his knuckles, and hopefully loud enough to get Cersei's attention.
Then, he waits.]
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Unfortunately also, he has to wait a moment β until Cersei remembers that there are no servants to open the doors and to guide him to her chambers. Then, she whisks down the stairs to open the door herself, like a truly independent twentieth century lady. She even went through the trouble of wearing her most daring new dress: a green to match her eyes, ending a scandalous few inches below her knee.
Alright, so maybe everything that isn't a floor-length gown is daring in her book. β«
Dandy! It is so good to see you. βͺ And she has already taken his hand and practically dragged him inside. β« I nearly missed you knocking, the mummer's box is desperately distracting.
βͺ He might spot the TV set in the living room, proudly shouting a series of commercials. β«
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The television is interesting isn't it? [He chuckles,] everyone always says that Dragnet is ruining the youth, though.
[Much like Cersei's own, lovely dress matches the green of her eyesβDandy has arrived wearing a blue sweater to match his own, tucked into his belted white trousers. He wears a white blazer over it for the cold, but that's quickly shrugged off and hung up the second he's within the threshold. His present to her is still tucked under his arm.]
What were you watching?
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βͺ A pity, that, she had been awfully excited to tell him all about its mysterious ways. Somehow, Ryslig has a way of making her feel... behind times. Far behind times.
Not that her spirits are truly crushed β she's eying the box with barely hidden intrigue, for one β Dandy visits, just as he promised, and wherever he is from truly taught him taste. He looks immaculate in just the way her brother would mock, but her brother was a knight at heart, and couldn't always be tempted to finery beyond gold and more gold. β«
Rafe considers it trite, but β well, it won't be long until Peninsula of Passions starts.
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[Dandy follows after Cersei as she leads the way into the living area, and while this home is no where near the decadent standards of his mansion, it's rather... suitable. Cersei herself looks interesting in normal clothes, he decides, but not in a bad way. He does sort of miss the elegance of her costume.]
Oh, well, before we get too into any conversation about shows or otherwise, [he steps towards her, and regardless of his piqued interest over this new name he's heard, Dandy is nothing short of a gentleman. He hands the neatly wrapped box (containing an elegant hand mirror) to Cersei.]
Open it, it's your gift!