[Louis is...feeling a little better from the weekend. All it took was a horrible hangover and a good luck charm, apparently.
And cereal. So, so much cereal.
He spends the day wandering aimlessly around the manor, trumpet from the music room in hand. Every so often, he'll stop and play a few notes, maybe even play a few bars of a song. He keeps expecting Mr. Arrow to show up and tell him to stop, but then he remembers, and then he feels a pang of sorrow for the bird...puppet...whatever he was. He was damn good at keeping order, even if it did seem unnecessary, at times.]
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And cereal. So, so much cereal.
He spends the day wandering aimlessly around the manor, trumpet from the music room in hand. Every so often, he'll stop and play a few notes, maybe even play a few bars of a song. He keeps expecting Mr. Arrow to show up and tell him to stop, but then he remembers, and then he feels a pang of sorrow for the bird...puppet...whatever he was. He was damn good at keeping order, even if it did seem unnecessary, at times.]