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Are you alright young man you seem.... off colour.

<333! Wickham! *le sigh*

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[Standing at attention, his eyes flicker briefly to Wickham's before he nods his head, blinking a little deliberately, colour rising in his cheeks.] Yes, fine, sir.

[Luckily for Thomas, the rules of etiquette state that, when answering his superiors, he's to say as little as possible so as not to waste their valuable time, and thus avoiding any awkward conversations.]

He is wonderful.

[wicked-wickham.livejournal.com]

[A rather wicked smiled crossed his face, he could see the colour, he could see how carefully he is holding him self. He smirked before saying in a low, soothing voice] At ease. No need to be so very formal with me.

Especially when you're clearly not fine. Fine would not even begin to cover how you are, you're positively flushed. [He grinned his tone had made that sound very much like he was about to tell Thomas he was "Better than fine, he's Fantastic" or "Stunning" but with a quick change to flushed]

Are you ill?

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No, sir, I'm not ill. [Which isn't to say there isn't *something* wrong with him.]

[But Thomas doesn't relax his stance, shifting only to better find his center of gravity, his white-gloved hands clenched firmly behind his back.] His Lordship has instructed that I act as your valet during your stay, sir. If there's anything you need...

[And if there isn't, Thomas can only hope he'll have mercy on him and send him away.]

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[Wickham smiled leaning closer, invading Thomas' personal space] Have you been drinking my dear fellow?

Or is it a man in uniform that makes you flush so?

[He chuckled continuing as if he hadn't just asked what he had he continued] My Valet, excellent. In which case If you could help with my uniform that would be appreciated. The button's can be quiet a fiddle.

[wicked-wickham.livejournal.com]

Are you alright young man you seem.... off colour.

<333! Wickham! *le sigh*

[first-inline.livejournal.com]

[Standing at attention, his eyes flicker briefly to Wickham's before he nods his head, blinking a little deliberately, colour rising in his cheeks.] Yes, fine, sir.

[Luckily for Thomas, the rules of etiquette state that, when answering his superiors, he's to say as little as possible so as not to waste their valuable time, and thus avoiding any awkward conversations.]

He is wonderful.

[wicked-wickham.livejournal.com]

[A rather wicked smiled crossed his face, he could see the colour, he could see how carefully he is holding him self. He smirked before saying in a low, soothing voice] At ease. No need to be so very formal with me.

Especially when you're clearly not fine. Fine would not even begin to cover how you are, you're positively flushed. [He grinned his tone had made that sound very much like he was about to tell Thomas he was "Better than fine, he's Fantastic" or "Stunning" but with a quick change to flushed]

Are you ill?

[first-inline.livejournal.com]

No, sir, I'm not ill. [Which isn't to say there isn't *something* wrong with him.]

[But Thomas doesn't relax his stance, shifting only to better find his center of gravity, his white-gloved hands clenched firmly behind his back.] His Lordship has instructed that I act as your valet during your stay, sir. If there's anything you need...

[And if there isn't, Thomas can only hope he'll have mercy on him and send him away.]

[wicked-wickham.livejournal.com]

[Wickham smiled leaning closer, invading Thomas' personal space] Have you been drinking my dear fellow?

Or is it a man in uniform that makes you flush so?

[He chuckled continuing as if he hadn't just asked what he had he continued] My Valet, excellent. In which case If you could help with my uniform that would be appreciated. The button's can be quiet a fiddle.

[wicked-wickham.livejournal.com]

Are you alright young man you seem.... off colour.

<333! Wickham! *le sigh*

[first-inline.livejournal.com]

[Standing at attention, his eyes flicker briefly to Wickham's before he nods his head, blinking a little deliberately, colour rising in his cheeks.] Yes, fine, sir.

[Luckily for Thomas, the rules of etiquette state that, when answering his superiors, he's to say as little as possible so as not to waste their valuable time, and thus avoiding any awkward conversations.]

He is wonderful.

[wicked-wickham.livejournal.com]

[A rather wicked smiled crossed his face, he could see the colour, he could see how carefully he is holding him self. He smirked before saying in a low, soothing voice] At ease. No need to be so very formal with me.

Especially when you're clearly not fine. Fine would not even begin to cover how you are, you're positively flushed. [He grinned his tone had made that sound very much like he was about to tell Thomas he was "Better than fine, he's Fantastic" or "Stunning" but with a quick change to flushed]

Are you ill?

[first-inline.livejournal.com]

No, sir, I'm not ill. [Which isn't to say there isn't *something* wrong with him.]

[But Thomas doesn't relax his stance, shifting only to better find his center of gravity, his white-gloved hands clenched firmly behind his back.] His Lordship has instructed that I act as your valet during your stay, sir. If there's anything you need...

[And if there isn't, Thomas can only hope he'll have mercy on him and send him away.]

[wicked-wickham.livejournal.com]

[Wickham smiled leaning closer, invading Thomas' personal space] Have you been drinking my dear fellow?

Or is it a man in uniform that makes you flush so?

[He chuckled continuing as if he hadn't just asked what he had he continued] My Valet, excellent. In which case If you could help with my uniform that would be appreciated. The button's can be quiet a fiddle.

[wicked-wickham.livejournal.com]

Are you alright young man you seem.... off colour.

<333! Wickham! *le sigh*

[first-inline.livejournal.com]

[Standing at attention, his eyes flicker briefly to Wickham's before he nods his head, blinking a little deliberately, colour rising in his cheeks.] Yes, fine, sir.

[Luckily for Thomas, the rules of etiquette state that, when answering his superiors, he's to say as little as possible so as not to waste their valuable time, and thus avoiding any awkward conversations.]

He is wonderful.

[wicked-wickham.livejournal.com]

[A rather wicked smiled crossed his face, he could see the colour, he could see how carefully he is holding him self. He smirked before saying in a low, soothing voice] At ease. No need to be so very formal with me.

Especially when you're clearly not fine. Fine would not even begin to cover how you are, you're positively flushed. [He grinned his tone had made that sound very much like he was about to tell Thomas he was "Better than fine, he's Fantastic" or "Stunning" but with a quick change to flushed]

Are you ill?

[first-inline.livejournal.com]

No, sir, I'm not ill. [Which isn't to say there isn't *something* wrong with him.]

[But Thomas doesn't relax his stance, shifting only to better find his center of gravity, his white-gloved hands clenched firmly behind his back.] His Lordship has instructed that I act as your valet during your stay, sir. If there's anything you need...

[And if there isn't, Thomas can only hope he'll have mercy on him and send him away.]

[wicked-wickham.livejournal.com]

[Wickham smiled leaning closer, invading Thomas' personal space] Have you been drinking my dear fellow?

Or is it a man in uniform that makes you flush so?

[He chuckled continuing as if he hadn't just asked what he had he continued] My Valet, excellent. In which case If you could help with my uniform that would be appreciated. The button's can be quiet a fiddle.

[wicked-wickham.livejournal.com]

Are you alright young man you seem.... off colour.

<333! Wickham! *le sigh*

[first-inline.livejournal.com]

[Standing at attention, his eyes flicker briefly to Wickham's before he nods his head, blinking a little deliberately, colour rising in his cheeks.] Yes, fine, sir.

[Luckily for Thomas, the rules of etiquette state that, when answering his superiors, he's to say as little as possible so as not to waste their valuable time, and thus avoiding any awkward conversations.]

He is wonderful.

[wicked-wickham.livejournal.com]

[A rather wicked smiled crossed his face, he could see the colour, he could see how carefully he is holding him self. He smirked before saying in a low, soothing voice] At ease. No need to be so very formal with me.

Especially when you're clearly not fine. Fine would not even begin to cover how you are, you're positively flushed. [He grinned his tone had made that sound very much like he was about to tell Thomas he was "Better than fine, he's Fantastic" or "Stunning" but with a quick change to flushed]

Are you ill?

[first-inline.livejournal.com]

No, sir, I'm not ill. [Which isn't to say there isn't *something* wrong with him.]

[But Thomas doesn't relax his stance, shifting only to better find his center of gravity, his white-gloved hands clenched firmly behind his back.] His Lordship has instructed that I act as your valet during your stay, sir. If there's anything you need...

[And if there isn't, Thomas can only hope he'll have mercy on him and send him away.]

[wicked-wickham.livejournal.com]

[Wickham smiled leaning closer, invading Thomas' personal space] Have you been drinking my dear fellow?

Or is it a man in uniform that makes you flush so?

[He chuckled continuing as if he hadn't just asked what he had he continued] My Valet, excellent. In which case If you could help with my uniform that would be appreciated. The button's can be quiet a fiddle.