Emil Lebeau (![]() ![]() @ 2020-01-27 21:58:00 |
![]() |
|||
![]() |
|
![]() |
|
![]() |
Entry tags: | *complete, c: emil lebeau, c: everett topstitch |
RP: Emil/Everett
Who: Emil/Everett
When: 27th January
Where: their flat
What: Emil is wondering if all Brits are insane
Emil had ignored the paper, because the Sunday Social seemed nothing more than a list of things that could be true, but everyone knew that they weren't. Except when he got into work that morning, people were making all sort of jokes. It got so distracting that Emil used his magic to get people to stop talking. Sure there was some drooling, but that didn't take long. He knew that he couldn't keep doing that if they expected to get any work done, but apparently they understood that it would just get worse if they didn't shut up.
They shut up!
Still, Emil was in a mood for the rest of the day. When he got home, he changed into his every day robe and started to bang the pans, possibly harder than he needed. He just needed to get rid of some of the stress and the stove took the brunt of it. By the time, dinner was almost ready, he felt better.
"I'm going to need the table in a minute," he told Everett as he got everything ready to be moved to the other room. There was chicken cordon blue, chips and salad, also cheese and fruit for the end of their meal. "Do you want water or wine?"