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[Dec. 9th, 2008|12:19 pm] |
*having saved Anairë's text until he could make it into the nearest mobile phone supplier's store during business hours again (for instructions on how to read it again), finally gets the good news*
*hops a flight to Ossiriand and then grabs a cab to that intercourser's good-for-nothing's house, encouraging the driver in his own special way to get the lead out* While I'm young, Sparky. Gotta see my baby girl's baby girl!
*gives his name at the gate when requested to do so (folks are friendly, he guesses?) before storming right on up to the house and throwing the front door open, giving a very flustered Nina a wide grin* Howdy. Where's my granddaughter?
*in a strange twist of fate, does not add the word "illegitimate"* |
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[Dec. 9th, 2008|08:02 pm] |
*Empties out his washing machine to discover that his previously white shirts have become a not so fetching powder blue.*
*Pulls out a pair of Manwë's navy blue socks.*
*Quietly swears under his breath and glares at the water intake pipe.* You could have warned me.
*Thinks this has gone on quite long enough, so wonders what would be the most tactful way to tell his best mate to get the fuck out of his house and sort his life out.*
Manawenûz! Get the fuck out of my house and sort your life out! |
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