[ Bastien should probably feel guilty for waking him up early on a day he'll also be kept out late. There are a few minutes on the long walk down the Hightown steps where he does feel guilty. But it's sunny and not yet too hot, especially with the breeze off the water, and he has had two chocolate croissants and four cups of coffee, and when he comes around the corner and sees By looking smudgy and stubbly and gorgeous on the dingy pier there isn't room for anything in his heart but joy. ]
Salut.
[ From a distance, but he closes it shortly. He's more shy about PDA out in the streets—where any spy and/or burly man with something to prove could be watching, and also it's sort of rude—than he is in either the Gallows or within the walls of their various haunts, but that just means the kiss he plants on By's cheek from his tip-toes is quick and could be arguably, Orlesian-ly platonic. ]
I brought four of the pain au chocolat and, [ checking the basket hanging from his arm, ] some other things. But no coffee, and you look like you could use some.
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Salut.
[ From a distance, but he closes it shortly. He's more shy about PDA out in the streets—where any spy and/or burly man with something to prove could be watching, and also it's sort of rude—than he is in either the Gallows or within the walls of their various haunts, but that just means the kiss he plants on By's cheek from his tip-toes is quick and could be arguably, Orlesian-ly platonic. ]
I brought four of the pain au chocolat and, [ checking the basket hanging from his arm, ] some other things. But no coffee, and you look like you could use some.