July 14th 1800 Somerset house
Perhaps the slightest bit caught off-guard by the events of Margate, Alexandre thought that he deserved a special treat for himself, which was an opinion he held frequently. Despite what some people may think, Alexandre frequently understood how he felt, but processing it was a different matter entirely and in the event that things became complicated or unpleasant, he understood that taking a step away was likely the best course of action.
Life was generally a sort of game to Alex, a play where people acted out their parts and if you knew the script, you could move between them and watch them all dance in whatever way amused you most. He was an observer, not one of the puppets whose strings were meant to be pulled, and there were certain things he enjoying doing that helped reclaim that equilibrium.
People watching while eating ices at Gunther's was always nice, but as he was currently sulking over being turned away from Gunther's, that wasn't an option. Curling up in the large window with a sketchbook was a secret pleasure, but there was the risk of his family trying to lure him out and Alexandre didn't feel ready for that, either.
And so, Somerset house, which wouldn't be the first place to look for him, but was a location that he loved regardless. It was soothing in its own right as Alexandre wandered from painting to painting, admiring light and brush strokes.
"That's only recently been put up on display." Alexandre offered to a man observing the same piece of artwork that he was, offering up a crooked grin to the stranger. "Do you like it?" // @devilsmood​
