*steps aside to let people pass with the boxes and gives out further instructions as to what to do with various pieces of furniture* I'm taking that, yes. Of course. And that. Not that one.
*is completely distracted from all thoughts of announcing his nuptials to you* What the fuck do you mean, you're fucking moving? Himlad is your home, man. What the fuck?
*takes some matches out of his pocket, flicks one alight, and drops it*
*grips your arm firmly and pulls you out of the house* Excuse me? *conversationally* Oh. No. No, I don't think so.
*walks a good distance away and turns to look back at the house* Is she sickeningly rich and influential in this life, then, or are you just a complete idiot?
*shoves your arm away, furious* STOP FUCKING TOUCHING ME! WHY THE FUCKING FUCK DOES EVERYONE HAVE TO...fucking— *holds his head in his hands and takes deep gasping breaths between sobs*
*frowns at you and stands up* *walks away from you a little* *turns around and looks at you, seemingly unmoved by the fact you're breaking down in front of him*
*takes his phone out of his pocket* Who do you want me to call, Turco? Nelyo? Cáno? A psychiatrist? Your insurance company?
*shakes his head* Nothing's happened, Curvo. Nothing.
*continuing as though he hasn't just fallen to pieces and his house isn't burning to ashes in front of him* I bought a place in Ossiriand, near the confluence of Legolin and Gelion. It was orgasmic.
*sounding abruptly and entirely like himself* Well, it was to do with spending money, which—have you forgotten?—is perhaps my very favorite thing in the world. *finally looks over at you* Perhaps.
*groans* If you even think about reprogramming my presets then you'd best sleep with one eye open tonight. *pulls around the drive and away from the house*