Kiernan Murphy (kiernan_murphy) wrote in marvel_mashup, @ 2015-04-25 16:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | @destination murder, murphy: kiernan, murphy: ronan |
Destination Murder
CHARACTERS: Kiernan + Ronan (+other Murphys?).
TOPIC: So... gonna do this thing...
DATE & TIME: Saturday, April 18th @ 11:20pm.
LOCATION: Burger Joint.
RATING: T.
Being Irish and owning a restaurant-slash-bar meant a lot of things, but most importantly at the present, it meant that you most likely had one or more family members nearby at all times. Kiernan happened to have his wee little brother sitting in his kitchen, swiping some fries off of a plate that was probably Lochlan's, and looking spry as ever. He heaved off the white apron over his own head like it was a sack of bricks, and let the thing fall on the nearest cut table, then ran his hands over his hair, as if brushing off his workday. He smirked when he finally met eyes with Ronan. "Stereotype." He accused, lightly. Irishman and his potatoes... "D'ya want anything for yerself before I finish up?" Grasp said aloud, then stole the answer out of Ronan's mind and started on a bacon grilled cheese. He'd owe him a sandwich before the night was through, he figured. "Gimme a light," he muttered, urging the younger Murphy to get off the counter and find a lighter for the cigar that was stretched out like a siren on his notepad, tempting him. Sizzle. The bacon hit the hot iron pan and Kiernan turned and motioned needlessly at his cigar again. He never kept a light on him. Or cigar one at the mansion. It just wasn't done.
"Faolan had another nightmare. Rhia texted me. I dunno what I'm gonna do without Charles here to..." Well, do just what Kiernan could do, but without the fear of scarring his child forever. "Help. Anyway, Rhia put him back down, read to him a bit." He smirked again. Go figure. "I'm thinkin' about askin' her ta get married." The Irishman laughed, "Ta me." He rolled his jaw and then turned back to the bacon. His hands busied themselves with the bread and cheese for a quiet moment, then he cleared his throat. "So?" His blue eyes shifted until Mars came into his peripheral vision and Grasp raised his eyebrows expectantly. "You'll be my best man, yeah?"