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Strelein had not be aware of his friend's arrival in the kingdom, nor had he any idea of who the newcomers were when he saw their belongings suddenly taken up space. A brief glance at one of them, a girl younger than himself, sent his interest below usual levels. If it was a girl old enough to be on her own, chances are the other three taken rooms were of her family or her female friends. While that would only provide work for the Lady in Waiting, it did not mean anything significant above that. Well friendship was nice, but the dreaming male had too much floating in his head to not imagine a life with a delicious relationship to be swept up in. Anyone could tell when his mind ran away with unrealistic thoughts; his eyes got all shiny and his voice took on a noticeably dreamy look.
Strel, working on some miscellaneous project for his own personal use, had returned to his room to gather some more materials. Most of the cloth that he had once stacked in the downstairs dinning room had been moved to his lovely, painted room for storage. The small stacks of the stuff gave the room a significantly more muffled sound, silencing much of the echoing that had been prominent in the room. A bunch of scraps of similar color had been pulled together into curtains, of a blue tone to match the little blue on the walls, and gave more privacy. Leroy's interruption warned him of a chance for people to peer in on him. Privacy was something that the redhead began to lavish in, once not having a drop of it.
Emerging from the room, light shining in bright from the curtain pulled away from the window with a braid of soft, fashion-useless silk, the Marquis had about four yards of cloth. Not focusing on the hallway, the redhead turned to close the door with his free hand, balancing the material on the other stiff arm. Looking half not there, he turned toward the other male, not really noticing his form. Then, focusing on the Russo, Strel's vacant face suddenly took on an actual emotion. It was as though he was half in rapture, though most of it was filled with surprised. "R-Rurik? What are you doing here?" Strel almost dropped his cloth but managed to keep it in his arm by drawing it against his chest.
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