[ And on the day promised, Gus actually walks into the Grind— walks, not runs— with his hair intact, his suit starched and pressed, and with both of his eyes intact. It's been a good week for Auguste Aubert.
For once, he seems...composed. Put-together in a way that vaguely resembles his status as a young man of good standing, of someone with a proper lineage. It's not exactly the 'Gus' that people can relate to, the one that isn't above being stupid for the sake of levity, but the exuberance is still there, under all the layers and pomp. ]
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For once, he seems...composed. Put-together in a way that vaguely resembles his status as a young man of good standing, of someone with a proper lineage. It's not exactly the 'Gus' that people can relate to, the one that isn't above being stupid for the sake of levity, but the exuberance is still there, under all the layers and pomp. ]
—Oren! Wow, you look different.