[His smile was slow and lazy, but his eyes were keen with a wild hunger. This was just a dream, he had to remind himself even as the Arc de Triomphe stood tall in the center of the Place Charles de Gaulle and glowed against the darkened sky. He could see the lights and hear the bustle down the Champs-Élysées. There was a sharp chill to the air, and the lingering sense that winter was almost upon them, but that never stopped activity on la plus belle avenue du monde.]
I'm game. You know I'm game.
[He pulled his scarf tighter around his neck and pocketed his gloved hands with a the nonchalant grace of a feline--or a thief. A glimmer of his restless energy bled through as he walked down the street at a languid pace with one of his favored Gitanes held in his lips. His sharp eyes looked past the cars and the streetlights as he tried to feel for the tangible, familiar presence that Spock had somehow become.]
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[His smile was slow and lazy, but his eyes were keen with a wild hunger. This was just a dream, he had to remind himself even as the Arc de Triomphe stood tall in the center of the Place Charles de Gaulle and glowed against the darkened sky. He could see the lights and hear the bustle down the Champs-Élysées. There was a sharp chill to the air, and the lingering sense that winter was almost upon them, but that never stopped activity on la plus belle avenue du monde.]
I'm game. You know I'm game.
[He pulled his scarf tighter around his neck and pocketed his gloved hands with a the nonchalant grace of a feline--or a thief. A glimmer of his restless energy bled through as he walked down the street at a languid pace with one of his favored Gitanes held in his lips. His sharp eyes looked past the cars and the streetlights as he tried to feel for the tangible, familiar presence that Spock had somehow become.]
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