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[winksandnods]

[Written]

I've found a bar, Good Spirits. All well and good. Grateful to see this place has that at least.

What I'm curious is-- What other forms of entertainment are there? What do you do all do here for fun?

[Never mind that he has a very specific idea of "fun." He won't be mentioning that just yet.]


[Action

Both as he writes and a good while after, Anthony Blunt sits at the bar of Good Spirits, nursing a stronger-than-standard Scotch and soda.]

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[action]

[winksandnods.livejournal.com]

[As the cigarette lights, he places his hand over Guy's, as if to steady the lighter-- though likely just for the touch. Once the job is done, he pulls back slightly, taking a long drag of the cigarette and breathing out.]

I haven't touched my art in a long while. [Not as long as he gave the impression. There were nights spent sketching when he could not settle his mind to sleep or in long hours where all he could do was wait.

But he let it be thought he had not done a thing with it in years. After all, he hadn't done anything worth showing.]

[action]

[thatmadbastard]

[Guy takes another pull and settles his arm on the table.]

You know, if you did wish to go back to it, there's something I think you'll quite enjoy. For what has this lovely hole provided you with, along with all the specimens for anatomy that you've already studied?

Painting, drawing, whatever you so feel inclined towards again, you've something new to explore: wings. Which is as decent a reason to have a fellow strip his clothes off as any. Far moreso, even.