[It's an impressive leap, to be sure. The louder part of his hero's soul shines as bright as the bonfire, lapping up the attention as he rounds it all off with a sweeping bow. When he staggers back over to Justine, laughing off the last few slaps on the back from locals, he seems to be in a brighter mood. Symbolic or not, he feels better for having taken part. Maybe it's about time he allowed himself to actually have fun with something.
Now there's a novel concept. Doing something for himself.
Of course, his confidence is a little knocked when he realises that the person he handed his drink off to is a woman. Though he's seen no evidence that his mole has any effect in this world, reflexes kick in and, as he goes to relieve her of his drink, he tilts his head away slightly. Keep it out of sight. Be careful. It's all instinct by this point.]
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Now there's a novel concept. Doing something for himself.
Of course, his confidence is a little knocked when he realises that the person he handed his drink off to is a woman. Though he's seen no evidence that his mole has any effect in this world, reflexes kick in and, as he goes to relieve her of his drink, he tilts his head away slightly. Keep it out of sight. Be careful. It's all instinct by this point.]
I'm sorry, I didn't mean to impose.