Merton Graves (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} whereismerton) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} wished,@ 2010-09-21 21:07:00 |
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When: Tuesdayish!
Where: Myron's place.
What: Myron wants to ruffle Merton's hair, and they want to hang out.
Rating: T.B.D.!
Open/Closed: Closed
Merton had spent the last couple of days with his family. It'd been his dad's birthday, so there'd been a party with uncles and aunts and cousins and such. They'd gone out for dinner the night before, so it'd been good, but his mum decided to cook tonight, so Merton spent a lot of time figuring out how to hide things under a cabbage leaf. Merton loved his mother, but the main reason he had an iron stomach was how much he'd had to eat her cooking, growing up. It was more "experimental" than "edible".
He hadn't seen Myron for a while, and the band were as much his family as his actual family. So once he'd finished a slight more palatable dessert and hugged his folks goodbye, Merton apparated over to Myron's knocking at the door, but letting himself in. Myron didn't usually mind. "My hair's here," he called, and then added. "And me. . "
He made a bee line for the kitchen, carrying a little tupperware container of left over three-beat thingy, since Myron asked. Merton was pretty sure he'd regret that, though.