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”Richard!”     Castor winced, knowing the voice well enough to interpret the mood of its owner as easily as if it had left fingerprints all over the tones. Really, he thought as he drew a brush through the smooth ginger tresses one last time, sometimes it felt like her moods left their fingerprints all over him.     “Richard!”     That was it, then, this would not be pretty. As he heard her distinct, hard-sole footsteps trail the last steps of the stairs and enter the hallway outside his room, he put the hairbrush aside and braced himself silently, attempting to mould his features into a mask of innocent surprise. Th