♕ |[30]| Or on the pavements gray

[had_not_lived]

Today is like any other day; free of rehearsals for the moment, Monsieur Perry is seated at a small café, lingering over a cup of black coffee and a cigarette. He's reading, but doesn't seem particularly entranced. He sets his book aside from time to time when someone greets him; an old friend, a new acquaintance, a fan of the theatre who recognizes him from last week's performance. Each gets a bright and charming smile, a few words in passing before they part ways, leaving him to his literary pursuits.


|[ooc; fml please pretend this is earlier? always backdating friendly. His story (and Todd's) is about the same as ever, except with more running-off-to-Paris-to-be-free and less dying. OPEN TO ALL. Feel free to recognize/know him, i am easy. <333]|