closed rp, Beaufort and Percy.

[oui-ministre.livejournal.com]

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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[oui-ministre.livejournal.com]

Beaufort extends his hand briefly, then looks at it and realises that it will probably hurt. Quite a lot. So he switches to his left and gives Percy a slight smile, "Do you mind? I...yeah, that's not pleasant."

[yousir-mesir.livejournal.com]

"Oh, my good sir, not at all" Percy said after a slight awkward pause. He smiled as well and switched hands, grasping Beaufort's good extended hand and shaking it firmly. "A truce then."

[oui-ministre.livejournal.com]

Beaufort shook his hand and nodded, "A truce indeed. I'd invite you to drink to it, but alas." Well, that was one peace made in his life, at least. If a relatively minor one.

[yousir-mesir.livejournal.com]

"Alas. Perhaps a ride on the teacups sometime then," Percy replied, laughing quietly as he withdrew his hand.

[oui-ministre.livejournal.com]

Beaufort laughs slightly, as he knows that'll only end with him flat on his face. "Perhaps, yes. Or maybe just coffee."

[yousir-mesir.livejournal.com]

"Coffee, coffee sounds...splendid. Just splendid." He smiled a bit more naturally, having felt better about the whole situation. Yes, this could be very good, he decided. "Well, you must forgive me, Monsieur Beaufort, for I am not yet dressed for the day and must excuse myself."

[oui-ministre.livejournal.com]

Beaufort nods, "Very well. I shall see you at some point soon for coffee, non?" He smiles and makes to leave, feeling much better about the situation.

[yousir-mesir.livejournal.com]

"Oui, you shall, monsieur." Percy half bowed at the waist and smiled gently, opening up the door for Beaufort and seeing him off. "Take care, sir."