what do you do with a drunken nazi ear-lie in the morning Who: Hans & Marie-Pierre When: Directly after this Where: Duclos' official residence Summary: Oh, bondieu, I have a drunken Nazi in my house. Saying he loves me. This is just the capper on the best day ever. Incomplete. Rating: declaring it PG13 in advance
Larger than lo nid als anetz, and more outwardly home-shaped - at the very least better furnished, as it was not unknown for visitors to be entertained here; this was where Duclos usually lived (in an important distinction he drew from the Nest, which was "where he kept himself"). It had all the personality and warmth of a rather cheap hotel room, but it was comfortable enough.
Hans had immediately deposited himself on a chair near the door; after Marie-Pierre had hung up his own coat and hat, he began to remove Hans' for him, muttering under his breath in Occitan all the while.