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Tweak says, "SILENCE! I KILL YOU!"

Ernest (Ernie/Ern) Macmillan (ernsthename) wrote in pandorarpg,
@ 2011-11-27 20:56:00

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!status: complete, ^date: november 04 2003, character: ernie macmillan, character: justin finch-fletchley

Characters: Justin Finch-Fletchley and Ernie Macmillan
Setting: Justin's place, November 4, 14:09
Summary: Friends meeting up for a bit of an update.
Rating: Work-safe.

Ernie left work not a minute late and had soon enough found himself at Justin's place. He hadn't had proper sleep for the past few days and it was starting to take a toll on him at work. He was so distracted that he had gotten kicked during a relatively simple training exercise earlier that day from a relatively green colleague. He had spent most of the rest of the day filling out the incident report and just feeling sheepish for having allowed something like that to happen. He of course had been keeping an ear out for their most troubling cases but has as a result felt uncomfortable about what he had learnt. It was clearly a coincidence though, he thought as there were a number of folks still alive who had experienced nightmares. He was worried, but he wasn't exactly sure whether or how much he'd tell Justin about it as he figured that it would cause unnecessary worry.

Stepping out of the fireplace at Justin's he commenced dusting off his uniform.

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basilisk_srvivr
2011-11-28 02:59 am UTC (link)

Justin's day had been bittersweet, the pleasures of the flesh tinged with the bitter note of worry. He couldn't deny it had been what he'd needed, though, and thus hadn't even bothered to fully dress afterward. He'd relaxed in his outer room, where his tv, floo, and couches were, wearing silk boxers and a matching robe.

All in all, it wasn't anything that would be unusual to those who knew him well, and whom he'd given access to his floo - a list that was very small indeed.

He looked up from an old episode of Monty Python to see Ernie stepping out of said floo, and grinned as he watched his mate dust himself off.

"You came in just in time - I think the Dead Parrot Sketch is next!"

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	ernsthename 2011-11-28 03:41 am UTC (link)
	"It is?" Ernie asked, feeling at least somewhat distracted and disoriented before he realized what Justin was referring to. "Oh it is," he said, his eyes moving towards the TV as he had now heard the familiar voices of Monte Python. "How are you?" Well it was good that Justin was watching TV, and something humorous, at that. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

basilisk_srvivr
2011-11-28 03:45 am UTC (link)

Justin stretched out his legs on the coffee table and folded his hands behind his head, looking back at Ernie over his shoulder and grinning from ear to ear.

"Well-shagged, thank you for asking," he replied boastfully. "Which is also the reason why I asked you over, since those stupid journals aren't working right."

He released one hand to pat the couch next to him. "You still have that spot you showed me, right? What did St. Mungo's say about it?"

	basilisk_srvivr 2011-11-30 03:47 am UTC (link)
	"Well, you know me Ern - I don't mind it rough!" He clapped his hand onto Ernie's shoulder, then used it as leverage to lift himself into a standing position. "Come on, Mags should be here soon with dinner. I asked her to make your favourite," he offered, holding out his hand to his best mate. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	ernsthename 2011-11-30 03:55 am UTC (link)
	For a moment Ernie didn't quite catch what Justin had said. "I didn't mean it like that," he said with a grin, grabbing hold of Justin's hand. He was relieved to note that his best friend had returned to normal and that he wasn't going to spend goodness knows how long tied up and hidden away. (Reply to this) (Parent)