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Archie smiled and nodded, impressed. A sparkle gleamed in his eye, he was moved. "Ah," said the prince, who thought he knew what he was talking about. "So your love ...

So rationally Archibald knew the child couldn't see inside his mind, but found himself sort of leaning away from him without really meaning to. He was feeling investigated right now, ...

Archibald looked down at the little boy, and quickly realised that he didn't at all remember how to speak to children this little, especially when it was up to him ...

Archie stopped at the sight of the horizon, the pleasant expression froze on his face. A single sign of panic escaped in the form of miniscule muscle movement in his ...

Archie closed the door behind him, smiling. Lucas thought he was going to be left behind. Adorable. He was going to be included, and that was that. The young prince ...

Archie got dressed again, and found a mirror without much trouble. Once he was done arranging his cravat, he began tidying up his hair. The prince was a work of ...

"Ah- hold on-" Archie picked up what he hoped was a corner of the blanket, and held it up. This was a puzzle. Lucas would surely be extricable, with a ...

Archibald mumbled something small and unintelligible at the loss of blanket. He slowly awoke to find his face resting on Orvin's shoulder, and his arm draped over the pirate's collarbone. ...

"Oh? Bones?" Baba mused pleasantly, nimbly stitching up the cut at a speed that was near nauseating to watch. It didn't seem right that stitches so rapid could be so ...

The arm moved away. Nooo. Archie rolled off of Orvin to follow it, no luck. The arm had gone elsewhere. Like the person it belonged to had other things to ...

Fully unaware of his friends' suffering, Archibald slept peacefully. Somewhere in the night he found Orvin next to him, and snuggled innocently into his back. A little later, he rolled ...

Boris shied away. He was tired. But not the sort of tired that lent itself well to sleeping. The kind that took, that ate what little patience or reason the ...

Brian was also in the room when Noah spoke of his tragic prognosis, but became so distracted by his sudden prediction that he forgot about it. He ran his fingers ...

Brian's pointy ears twitched. His Brian senses were telling him something. "We can't leave yet," Brian said feverishly, to nobody in particular. "There's one more traveller who hasn't appeared yet, ...

Boris paused. That was Damascus' voice, behind him. He could already feel himself tearing up a little bit. He didn't want Damascus to see it, so he answered without turning ...