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[tu_vas_triompher]

It turns out that you can't actually just lie around in the grass forever; for one thing, bugs start biting you, and other residents come strolling by or want to visit the stable, and the day wears on. So Feuilly had gone to his work--belatedly--and Harry had gone about whatever Harry does--presumably horse things? Knight things?

And Feuilly had set himself to start his painting and his translation work an hour earlier the next morning. He'd fit more hours into the day if he could, but until Joly or Combeferre discovers something along those lines, he'll just sleep less! It's a workable plan!

So Feuilly has circles under his eyes as well as bruises under his shirt when he wanders to the stable in the late afternoon. With his practice sword! With his practice sword held rather awkwardly, because he's not sure if he and Percy actually have a...scheduled...arrangement to meet...? But, you know, he's just. Wandering over to the stables. With a sword.

Like you do.

Well, also a basket of food. He'd been hungry after their training session.

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[harryhotspur]

After a morning endeavoring to socialize in the bar, Percy did indeed retreat to the stables, where everything just makes that little bit more sense. He's out giving Duncan a turn around the paddock, but when he spies Feuilly approaching, he guides him over towards the fence and dismounts.

By the time Feuilly is close enough to greet, Hotspur is perched on the fence, feeding Duncan some bits of apple (so, you know, looking casual and not over-eager at all).