[For Orange it began with first the way Blanc looked, quite different from most of the other people in the room, followed by the way he carried himself. He laughed at his story about the four cavalrymen and an alsatian. One was charmer and charmed alike. He wants for this to continue again and again, if only his true identity was not such a burden at this moment.
Nevermind it. He is on the verge of his little death and Blanc cares not if he stains his bed. With a loud cry the younger man begins to writhe on his sword, spilling out over his fingers and his sheets.]
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[For Orange it began with first the way Blanc looked, quite different from most of the other people in the room, followed by the way he carried himself. He laughed at his story about the four cavalrymen and an alsatian. One was charmer and charmed alike. He wants for this to continue again and again, if only his true identity was not such a burden at this moment.
Nevermind it. He is on the verge of his little death and Blanc cares not if he stains his bed. With a loud cry the younger man begins to writhe on his sword, spilling out over his fingers and his sheets.]