closed rp, Beaufort and Percy.

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After being seemingly possessed by the spirit of piracy and violence, whilst seemingly forgetting his inability to use any kind of weapon, Beaufort thought it better to stay indoors. Especially after that new doctor took the trouble to laugh at his misfortune in French (which, admittedly, led to some sarcastic comments about the Swiss), he didn't particularly feel like being social. For at least a week or so, his desire to not be ridiculed further by certain people was winning over his desire to go and apologise for his impropriety. If you could class drawing a sword on someone as impropriety.

However, he did eventually find the nerve to go and knock on Percy's door, and for once, was hoping he, and not Marguerite, was in instead of vice versa. There was a lot of explaining that needed to happen, but there was a lot he felt he had to say too. Before he lost the chance to say what he had so foolishly got into a proper fight over.

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Percy had been in bed. He spent a lot of time in bed lately, but usually Marguerite was with him in such cases. This time however, when Beaufort came knocking at his door, Margot had left to do something within the confines of the Park. Groggily Percy sat up and got dressed, swaggering to the door and wondering who on earth it could possibly be. Perhaps one of his friends - but it was usually he who sought them out and not the other way 'round.

He pulled open the door and could not contain his surprise - nor his disdain. "Monsieur," he said dryly. "Forgive me, but the lady is not at home. Try back at another time."