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Who: Dr. Eric Dufosset incantamentum | Blake Moran efficaciousness
What: A little romance, a little Paris.
Where: CITY OF LOVE
Warnings: Pre-warning for the potential of smut, currently just romantic in nature

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[Dr. Eric Dufosset had always been a very busy man, between being the scion and heir to a rather prominent French family which came with its own struggles, most particularly looking after the various family members that spent their days at the Dufosset manor.

Beyond that, however, there were his professional duties which took up so much of his times. Between the common clients, those friends of his mother that just needed an ear to talk to, someone to sign their valium scripts without battering an eyelash; right up to the more difficult cases, those mandates of his dictated by the state to be under his care. It meant that sometimes he didn't have the time to be just Eric, as if he was always Doctor or Dufosset and never that sweet spot between the two.

Tonight though, was a different kind of night. He was attending a symposium in Paris and for once not giving his own talk, just there to listen and share experiences, learn from others and more importantly reconnect with some old colleagues. It had all in all been an interesting experience and he was once more enjoying Paris' beauty and distinct culture, different from even France itself.

There was always a part of his life though that was, unfortunately, lacking. While fulfilled in other ways and having had old flames, Eric at times found himself practically desolate. It was hard to make connections beyond his family and patients with a lifestyle such as his. He did, however, have one man who he maintained contact with, a workaholic such as himself. A night of passion that'd been continued only through e-mail and text messages, separated physically by the stress of distance and difficult scheduling.

It continued, tonight, with one such text message. Eric walking along the Champs-Élysées with a smileafter having learned an important titbit of information.]

Monsieur Moran... a little birdie just informed me that you're working in Paris this week, something to do with certain talks occurring between our peoples.
Tell me, do they grant you any kind of personal time or is your work these days akin to slavery?