[ Ah. Well. This is not...entirely ideal. By looks the part, looks like he belongs, dressed all in black and walking with confidence. Anyone who didn't know his face would probably hardly have given him a second glance. Just his luck, it seems - running into someone who does indeed recognize him.
Well.
By turns and fixes a broad, delighted smile on his face. ]
My dearest Nightingale!
[ He steps forward and grasps the fellow by the upper arm. ]
What a pleasure to see you again. You're looking handsome - not that you can help it, I think.
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Well.
By turns and fixes a broad, delighted smile on his face. ]
My dearest Nightingale!
[ He steps forward and grasps the fellow by the upper arm. ]
What a pleasure to see you again. You're looking handsome - not that you can help it, I think.