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[no_sin_but]

After this:

Marlowe's room is pretty much like most of the others, really. A table and chair, bathroom (with the door shut), double-bed. Perhaps a few more books then most, and perhaps those books are a little more worn and filled with notes, but it is pretty much just a basic room.

Marlowe himself is still asleep, tangled up in the sheets with one arm flung over his eyes...

Well.

Eye and eyepatch.

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[no-sin-but.livejournal.com]

"I need to brush up on my German anyway."

[literallyrotten.livejournal.com]

Darren, who still has Kit's wrists, grins at him and says something blatantly filthy in said language.

It helps to be fluent.

Or if not, to know the words that count.

[no-sin-but.livejournal.com]

He gets the gist of it, a word here and there but it's the tone the fills in the gaps. He opens his mouth, but doesn't say anything, not for a bit.

Shuts it again.

Swallows.

"Like that," he manages.

[literallyrotten.livejournal.com]

"Do you? Do you really?" asks Darren in french, watching him with a smirk.

He may have to keep doing this a little while.

[no-sin-but.livejournal.com]

"You're a bad man, Darren," he replies, French fluid if a tad dialectual.

[literallyrotten.livejournal.com]

That doesn't bear answering, so he ignores it, and moves on to some equally themed Spanish.

Darren has picked up a lot on his travels.

Including, happily enough, Kit. Who he's willing to talk to for ages. In whatever language he'd like.