[L follows several paces behind, light-footed and cautious. That's how he usually moves, to be fair, just a slip of a thing drifting in monochromatic shades and shifts. He'd be easy to overlook and miss, truly a shabby living phantom.
So much, so, that he hasn't given much thought yet to the flesh and blood person he has to be. Who knows for how long?]
Right... it's Lazarus Sauveterre.
[Easy associations for him. He'll need to remember this. Maybe stick with it for days or months, even years. He's never held onto a pseudonym for that long.]
What about you?
[He hopes, truly, that his companion is fond of talking about himself.]
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So much, so, that he hasn't given much thought yet to the flesh and blood person he has to be. Who knows for how long?]
Right... it's Lazarus Sauveterre.
[Easy associations for him. He'll need to remember this. Maybe stick with it for days or months, even years. He's never held onto a pseudonym for that long.]
What about you?
[He hopes, truly, that his companion is fond of talking about himself.]