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orsino thruston is not amused (oneandtwoand) wrote in wished,
@ 2010-09-28 20:42:00

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!2003: 09, !incomplete, donaghan tremlett, orsino thruston

Who: Orsino Thruston and Donaghan Tremlett (possible guest appearance by the Terrible Trio?)
When: Tuesday, 28 September. Early afternoon.
Where: Orsino's flat.
What: Trying to determine what to sell/donate to charity/turn into ~art~.
Rating: Low, maybe language.

The story about tripping over a cymbal stand and nearly spraining something had been completely true. Still, it wasn't exactly why Orsino decided, yesterday, that it was time to start clearing out the excess of instruments he had hidden away in that spare room. They'd just continued to accumulate over the years, more than he thought they might when he first got the place. It had seemed like a perfect room - out of the way, big enough to qualify as a guest bedroom for guests he rarely had (and, when he did have them, who rarely needed a guest room anyway). Which was why its purpose had been much better spent this way.

All this thinking about new albums and weddings and even moving altogether had Orsino in a bit of an odd mood, though. He felt like he needed to start getting rid of extra...stuff. And, yes, Don was right - if he tried to do it by himself, the likelihood of him getting rid of enough for it to matter seemed low. He really hoped Don was going to bring beer, though. And not a trio of three-year-olds. He knew there was only so long the two dogs could keep them occupied. As he began to evaluate the relevancy of a set of toms he hadn't properly used in seven years, he heard Eight whining and wondered if the help had arrived.

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oneandtwoand
2010-09-29 03:50 am UTC (link)

Orsino blinked several times and let out a long sigh as he set down the third boy. As per Don's warning, he let his eyes linger on the boy's hands and pockets before returning his attention to the only other adult present. "Toilet training?" Try as he might, he couldn't hide a grimace. But he left it there - it could be worse. "Yeah, OK."

For a few more moments Orsino stared at the three kids, wondering if that pen was really going to hold them, and if any of them had started showing any signs of early, and uncontrolled, magic.

"So," he began, clapping his hands together sharply and looking back to Don. "Time for some terribly exciting downsizing."

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rhythmicfingers
2010-09-29 04:01 am UTC (link)

Don was greatly amused by Thrusty’s reaction to the kids. He definitely looked like he wasn’t in a zone he was comfortable with, especially when the toilet training was brought up. He’d try to make this as easy on his friend as he could, but he couldn’t just stop the potty training because Orsino was iffy of it. “Yes, toilet training. I promise I won’t ask you to take them.” He wouldn’t promise that he wouldn’t ask for help if one of them, or more, needed a diaper change though.

His eyes moved over the three tykes in the pen and all the toys, taking it all in again. He wanted to make sure that everything was how it needed to be for them. He definitely didn’t want to start to just get called away again immediately because he’d forgotten to give them something. Content that they had all the distractions they’d need he pulled out a magical baby monitor and sat it near the pen and clipped the other to a belt loop on his pants.

“Oh yes, terribly exciting. I bet you’ve just been a ball of excitement waiting for this,” Don replied, turning away from the kids to give his attention to Orsino. “I know how much you enjoy cleaning.”

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oneandtwoand
2010-09-29 04:16 am UTC (link)

"I like cleaning," Orsino said, a little defensively. "And I've been positively bouncing off the walls since you agreed to help. Penny might not come back tonight, it was so alarming."

Nudging Seven out of the way, he began to make his way over to the unofficially titled Music Room. He hadn't made very much headway at all. To anyone who hadn't been in here much, it probably looked like an elaborate death trap. Or a miniature music store crammed into a small room. Either way, it was intimidating.

"I think..." Pausing in the doorway, Orsino put his hands on his hips and leaned back slightly. "Er. Right. Maybe we start...well, the oldest stuff's in the back right corner."

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rhythmicfingers
2010-09-29 04:26 am UTC (link)

Don’s look was more than a little doubtful at Orsino’s words. “Sure you do.” Just like how Don liked it when the Weirdies sent him elaborate schemes of how they could get together without Elizabeth interfering or the notes where they honestly thought that Don was hooking up in secret with one of his band mates and how hot it was. “And I’d think Penny might not come back tonight because of either work or the fact she doesn’t want to br roped into helping us clean.”

When he noticed the dog he couldn’t help but be worried for both of the ones that Orsino owned. Don remembered just what it was the three of them had done to his parents dog and the fact that it absolutely refused to come near the triplets again. Hopefully though Seven would have enough sense to stay out of reach of the kids since they were in the play pen.

The room made Don blinked. He hadn’t realized that Thrusty had this much! No wonder he needed help. Orsino was definitely a major packrat. “Probably ought to start back there then,” Don replied, shoving Orsino further in the room from behind him. “Work our way out of the room.”

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