Joscelin swings open the door, glowering at Jean-Claude. Look at him, elegantly lounging like some sort of tragic hero. He'll bet he even posed like that before granting Joss entry.
"Are you still moping? Christ Jesus, man. Pull yourself together. It's unseemly."
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Joscelin swings open the door, glowering at Jean-Claude. Look at him, elegantly lounging like some sort of tragic hero. He'll bet he even posed like that before granting Joss entry.
"Are you still moping? Christ Jesus, man. Pull yourself together. It's unseemly."