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For Marie <3 and I can't read the future of the thread so grrrrr
The party had been fun, aside from the odd emotions that had plagued the redhead during it. He had avoided the Russo as best as he could have, but found distraction in his lute and in the company of the other people in the party. There had been booze, singing, dancing and romancing (the first of the four being the one he partook in, with a scant dally in the third). The lute had experienced its revival, the redhead felt the need to use it more; it was a better outlet for him than the sketchbook and the clothes, which limited the emotions he could portray as one was badly done and the other less of a hobby than an occupation. Erika, was his outlet for his angry, sad, or restless emotions and he appreciated having brought her here with him from Michigan. It had been a good idea on his part.
But business was business and he had to deliver something since the party, even if he had woken up with a slight hangover after the festivities. Strelein could not blame a hangover. He had been productive for a few days, though he would never admit that his sewing activity had dropped a bit. There was one piece done, and the redhead figured he would get it to the requester now so that it would not lie around with the unfinished work and not get delivered until the recipient had outgrown it. It was for Ayita's daughter, and he knew kids grew up faster than any adult.
Strolling down the beach, the redhead wondered if the woman would be at home and if he could find her near by. Maybe her brother would be in to take the stuff for him, since he would know where his sister was. But the redhead was not exactly eager to spend time with Zafier, as he was still at odds about the man. It was not fair of Strel, but he could not help it; it was just what he felt. Maybe he could just drop off the outfit and then book it out of there. The house by the sea was where Zafier lived, and even though the redhead was staring at it, he was not sure if he should actually bother with the brother. Ah hell, he was here. Might as well. "Zafier? I have some stuff for Ayita if you're here."
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