[ Quiet stifled laughter at that fair and correct observation bleeds directly into a sympathetic aw. He hauls himself up, too, and then lies on the stage for a moment to recuperate before getting the rest of the way to his feet.
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I don't.
[ Tonight. ]
This was great, By. All of it. [ It could have been a very shitty night. ] Thank you.
[ There'd been some aspects of it that were trying to soften the blow, perhaps. It's a strange and uncomfortable thing that he cannot consider directly, why there is a blow involved, but: there is, and so some of this had been an attempt to gentle it. But the bulk of this had just been because it was fun. Because Bastien is fun. ]
Thank you, dear - What is it Athessa calls you? Baz?
[ His back goes up like he's been pet in the wrong direction, but he laughs a little, too, and counter-threatens: ]
Boh—no.
[ That won't work, given it's pronounced Beau, and if Byerly is calling him Burrz he's not going to call him Handsome. That's not comeuppance at all. ]
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Despite that: ]
I don't.
[ Tonight. ]
This was great, By. All of it. [ It could have been a very shitty night. ] Thank you.
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Thank you, dear - What is it Athessa calls you? Baz?
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Boh—no.
[ That won't work, given it's pronounced Beau, and if Byerly is calling him Burrz he's not going to call him Handsome. That's not comeuppance at all. ]
Bah.
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[ He does whatever medieval fantasy dance step would evoke the medieval fantasy equivalent of Vaudeville humor. ]
We can start tomorrow.
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It'll be fun.
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[ He links his arm into By's for a couple steps, but then also to tug him in an off-stage, exit-y direction. Ferry. ]