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Falcon looked at him a bit thoughtfully. His gray eyes narrowed at meadow king - and but for a moment to him, it seemed there was a spark, familiar one, that was there less often, the closer man got to king - a spark of calculation, with an almost audible sound of gears turning, ever so mysteriously, inside that mans head. At last, he shook his head, actually, as he made a weighty decision.
" In name of seven hells, damn... If king and his right hand can't take a brake one day, what has this world come to? We may feel better, but we'll definitely not look dashing, none the less, and it's terrible for morale of men, for their leaders to look bad. " he looked at king with some weary, but sincere affection and favor, bittersweet with thoughts of their future, but still unapologetic. " Let's take the manly route, and take the day of, anyway. I'd say we've earned it. "
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