Saint Antonio (whatgreatmerit) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2013-03-14 00:09:00 |
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Current mood: | hungry |
Entry tags: | -abroad, saint antonio, saint padraig |
Who: Antonio & Padraig
What: Your country is quieter than mine right now
When: Thursday afternoon
Where: Padraig's place in Dublin
Warnings: IDK
There was a lot of hoopla going on in Rome.
Alright, perhaps 'hoopla' wasn't the best word to describe conclave, but Antonio had seen far too many of them for this one to stand out. The only way it did was that it came in the wake of an abdication. Which, granted, was unusual.
But still. His phone had been ringing off the hook, with invitations to dinner, to lunch, to church. He'd finally unplugged the damn thing and emailed Padraig, asking if it was alright if he come for a visit. When he heard that it was, he packed a back and booked himself on the next flight to Dublin.
Once he'd landed, he got a taxi to Padraig's, and once he'd arrived, hauled his bag out and up the front steps. He rang the buzzer and waited, leaning against the door frame.