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[temperamentalsteel]

Despite his friends' admonitions of his hotheadedness, d'Artagnan could learn to be canny. On good days, he could even learn to be patient. When there was something as rewarding as friendly retribution on the line, he could even strategize. With Porthos' booming laughter in his memory, d'Artagnan had parked himself in the hallways and watched as people slipped in and out of the trick doors. It had taken a few days, but he was now certain he'd pinpointed the correct door and had taken care to mark its number.

Then he had knocked on Porthos' door with a smile. "I think I've found a way back to Paris! Come out!"

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[temperamentalsteel]

D'Artagnan nodded and took careful steps back to his own room.

"And for what it's worth, you make a handsome lady."

More possessed of his faculties in this body, d'Artagnan sprinted down the hall to avoid retribution.

[praiseandglory]

Porthos was finding it difficult enough to walk, for whatever reason he could not fathom, never mind actually run after his friend. "You take that back!" he called out in the hallway, after trying to run for a couple of steps and only just managing not to fall by catching himself against the wall.

"A lady," he muttered to himself, following after d'Artagnan at a much more sedate pace. He would find him in his room, after all, and exact his revenge there.

[temperamentalsteel]

Laughing, even as he knew revenge would be swift to follow, d'Artagnan hurried to his room and let the door swing closed behind him.

Now it was only a matter before the spell wore off or Porthos' temper.

Likely, neither bode well for him.