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Ernest (Ernie/Ern) Macmillan (ernsthename) wrote in pandorarpg,

"I feel terrible," Ernie said simply in response to Jasper's observations. He wasn't sure how to process that information as he normally did mask those sorts of feelings rather well. It was part of the job and just how he was to begin with.

Tea would've happened anyways, regardless, as Ernie just needed something to keep him grounded, from becoming completely undone. He had far exceeded his limit for that day. He took the baked goods and headed to the kitchen to set some on a plate and to get the tea. "Have a seat, Jasper," he said as he started to get a couple of mugs from the top shelf with less-than-stellar coordination and grace. He was holding onto the pair of mugs and getting the teapot when one of them slipped from his grip and shattered on the ground. "Oh bloody hell," he exclaimed before letting a few loud swear words out, in case the elderly witch next door really needed to hear them.