*Oh. This isn't something he knew. Except, in its own way, it fits in perfectly with the man, doesn't it? Lazarus was 'recovering'. His copy, on the other hand, had been... relapsed.*
*Cesar is determined not to think of the other man (pressing against his back, arms twining around him and touching in ways meant to provoke--), and he shakes his head slightly, eyes dropping briefly to the oven. It's almost done. He looks back at L.*
{I'm glad you're trying. Should I put that away when you're here?}
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*Cesar is determined not to think of the other man (pressing against his back, arms twining around him and touching in ways meant to provoke--), and he shakes his head slightly, eyes dropping briefly to the oven. It's almost done. He looks back at L.*
{I'm glad you're trying. Should I put that away when you're here?}