[ Surprisingly, but to everyone's benefit, Valmont is not in the mood for yellywagging today! ...We'll see if that carries over at all into next week. ]
Honestly. I'd quite like to have my own parents back now, thank you very much.
[ He stares into his tea. It doesn't stare back. Then, abruptly, there's a rustling at his elbow. ]
A letter for me?!
[ Suddenly animated, Valmont seizes it out of Adorabat's wing, skimming the contents. Who could be writing to him here - oh. Edward. Valmont doesn't know how to feel about that, about receiving a letter from a dead boy, and about Edward apparently holding on to enough goodwill towards him to write him a sincere word of advice. Condescended to, a little. Mostly just depressed. ]
Well, I suppose he'd know.
[ He folds up the letter and begins putting it away in his bag. It hasn't occurred to him that, there only being one copy and all, he might not be able to keep it. ]
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Honestly. I'd quite like to have my own parents back now, thank you very much.
[ He stares into his tea. It doesn't stare back. Then, abruptly, there's a rustling at his elbow. ]
A letter for me?!
[ Suddenly animated, Valmont seizes it out of Adorabat's wing, skimming the contents. Who could be writing to him here - oh. Edward. Valmont doesn't know how to feel about that, about receiving a letter from a dead boy, and about Edward apparently holding on to enough goodwill towards him to write him a sincere word of advice. Condescended to, a little. Mostly just depressed. ]
Well, I suppose he'd know.
[ He folds up the letter and begins putting it away in his bag. It hasn't occurred to him that, there only being one copy and all, he might not be able to keep it. ]