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It's been a profitable day for him. Porthos has been quick with his hands and has managed to get himself a good helping of trinkets, money, and other possessions. After making his drop offs at the shelters and to the kids on the street he watches out for, he grabs the bottle of wine he'd "freed" from one of the wealthy penthouse owners and heads up to visit Mssr de la Fère. He's been robbing him a little lightly this week, only taking a cufflink pair from him in the streets along with some of his bills.

He hasn't even robbed his actual flat this week. It's practically a reason to visit (and not just because he misses the man and he enjoys the frustrated and pretty look on his face every time he actually gets close enough to rob him). Porthos isn't going to think too long about why he enjoys riling Athos so much, though he knows in his heart why.

With a good bottle of red, he adjusts his shirt (almost as tight as his jeans, even if that's an impossibility) and knocks on his door, ducking to check that his new diamond stud earrings glimmers as best as it can in the light.

"Delivery!" he announces, filled with gruff amusement.