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[iniquiticity]

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Tyrant Wash and/or the marquis gets an actual lead on the general and Alex has to play it cool/tries to distract/convince him otherwise

they were listening to a string quartet, with his prince dozing on his lap, and him just touching him idly as he liked to do, when there were furious footsteps.


“excellency!” the marquis’ voice exclaimed proclaimed, and at this point the cellist looked over and was extremely startled and dropped a note, causing a disruption of the piece that they were playing.

at this his eyes opened, and he looked at the frightened musicians, and then at his bloody interrogator, who was nearly vibrating out of his stained clothes.

“you have disturbed my quartet, marquis,” he said.

“please accept my sincerest apologies,” the marquis said to the musicians, who were now all looking various levels of queasy, “i merely wished to announce that i have a very useful lead on our most hated general and i may depart for several days to trace it.”

“have you?” he asked, and kissed the top of his prince’s head, “good luck, then. we will be free of our great annoyances very soon, it seems.”

his prince tilted his head up to kiss him, and groaned.

“what is it?” he asked, because his prince pouted in his lap.

“did you not tell me that the marquis would take me to be fit for a new jacket today?” his prince asked, looking distraught, “will it really take days? there are new buttons i wish to try. the ones at present are unfashionable.”

“i suppose that i did,” he said, although he did not recall it. but he did enjoy the fashions of his prince. “marquis, put on something sensible and tend to the prince. then depart on your adventure.”

the marquis looked aghast for a moment, but he was loyal. he turned and put on his arm and appeared washed.

“i know tracking the general is important….” the prince said to him, “thank you, about my jacket. i know it is not that important, in comprison, but…”

“i would not wish for you to feel unfashionable. i enjoy you having what you like. the general is a gnat.” they kissed at length.

mulligan was shocked to see them in his store. hamilton told him about the buttons and grabbed three of his fingers in his handshake. immediate danger.

“i have some other buttons in my back storehouse, if you do not mind the wait. it should only be five minutes.”

(the marquis huffed.)

“no, please show me all your options.”

mulligan returned with many boxes. “please select the best. i recommend these,” he said, and he pressed his knuckles into the palm of hamilton’s hand. resolved.


“he fled!” the marquis snarled, for the storeroom he had been told about had only had empty bookshelves.

“but do you at least like my coat, marquis?” the prince asked.