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07/16/2007 08:28:00
[info]mablung
*has had a good deal more official free time since his recent demotion* *which is, all in all, an excellent thing*

*has, however, refrained from discussing this development with his best friends for fear of general scolding and/or mockery*

*has also, however, put said free time to use in thinking about certain things, and thus finds himself at Túrin's door for the first time in too long*

Current Mood: contemplative, sort of
Tags: turin, mablung

 
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From: [info]gorthol Date: 07/16/2007 08:40:30  

*opens his door looking like Death warmed over, if perhaps Death had taken up residence near Helcaraxë roughly a thousand years earlier*

*gives an inarticulate grunt in greeting and returns to the kitchen to huddle over a mug of coffee*
From: [info]mablung Date: 07/16/2007 08:42:17  

*shocked* Bloody Mandos. You look like Death warmed over. If Death...never mind. What the fuck happened to you?

*follows you inside*
From: [info]gorthol Date: 07/16/2007 08:45:00  

*pushes another cup across the counter in your direction* *mumblemumble* justgothome.
From: [info]mablung Date: 07/16/2007 08:47:13  

*ignores the proferred cup and heads straight for the refrigerator* From where? The rack?

*finds a loaf of bread, mayonnaise, relish, and an apple* *discovers a bag of pretzels in a cupboard and begins building himself some eruforsaken excuse for a sandwich*
From: [info]gorthol Date: 07/16/2007 09:28:08  

*digs way down deep in his vocabulary* Hithlum. Up there pretty much every day now for a couple hours.

*very carefully does not look at whatever it is you're threatening to eat*
From: [info]mablung Date: 07/16/2007 09:28:47  

*cheerfully* Yeah, well, I think you're making a cock-up of the whole thing 'cause you look like shit. I mean, that's not normal, right?

*sits down across from you*
From: [info]gorthol Date: 07/16/2007 09:29:38  

*sighs a little* I think I'm overthinking it.

*swigs more coffee and leans his head on his hand* So what's up with you? *raises an eyebrow* I heard Dad replaced you. Good job.
From: [info]mablung Date: 07/16/2007 09:30:16  

Shut up. *shrugs* *nonchalantly* The standard gig's where I belong, anyway. Not everybody's cut out for all that management shit. Don't tell Beleg, though. She'll have my head.

*stuffs roughly half his sandwich in his mouth at one go*
From: [info]gorthol Date: 07/16/2007 09:30:56  

You think she doesn't know every single thing that's happened downtown since she left? *grins* Oh, Mablung. I'm disappointed in you.

*realizing just how long it's been since he last saw you* Seriously, though. If you're done with— *checks his watch and is completely baffled by the time* —elevenses here, I'll buy you lunch. Even before you can stick me with the check.
From: [info]mablung Date: 07/16/2007 09:31:45  

*swallows* No can do, mate. I'm on the clock right now. Much as it pains me to say.

Nah, I just stopped by to say hi and make sure you hadn't gotten any uglier. I'll spare you the sad truth of the final report.

*looks very much as though he wants to say something else, but keeps quiet*
From: [info]gorthol Date: 07/16/2007 09:32:23  

*knows that expression very well, thank you*

*but is generally more accustomed to the words falling out of your mouth immediately afterward*

Well?
From: [info]mablung Date: 07/16/2007 09:36:50  

*in a tone that is never, ever indicative of nothing* Nothing.

*attacks the rest of his sandwich and gets up from the table, dusting off his hands* *his mouth full* lsoim'amrryNeenr k? K.

*promptly turns and walks quickly out of the room* Bye!
From: [info]gorthol Date: 07/16/2007 09:42:14  

*tries to parse this with little success*

*definitely heard something that sounded suspiciously like 'Nienor' though*

*follows you through the living room* What did you say?
From: [info]mablung Date: 07/16/2007 09:48:33  

I said... *opens the front door* ...I'm going... *gets his whole self out into the hall* tomarryNiënor. *slams the door shut and tears down the hall as fast as his legs will carry him*

*punches the DOWN elevator button rapidly a few times before giving it up for the stairs*
From: [info]gorthol Date: 07/16/2007 09:54:02  

*appears in front of you on the seventh-floor landing*

*blinks a few times to clear his vision* That. Wasn't. Funny.
From: [info]mablung Date: 07/16/2007 09:56:27  

*lifts his chin* I wasn't joking.
From: [info]gorthol Date: 07/16/2007 09:59:41  

*warningly* Don't be ridiculous.

*considers*

*amends* Be less ridiculous.
From: [info]mablung Date: 07/16/2007 10:01:10  

*buying time while he tries to think of other possible escape routes* Give me one good reason why not.
From: [info]gorthol Date: 07/16/2007 10:02:17  

I'll give you three good reasons. *ticks them off on his fingers* One: She's crazy. Two: You're Mablung. Three: SHE'S CRAZY AND YOU'RE MABLUNG!
From: [info]mablung Date: 07/16/2007 10:04:38  

*nod, nod* Both of which are valid points, okay? But she's a swell girl and I like her a whole lot and she likes me and—what's that behind you?

*slides down the railing another flight without waiting to see if you'll fall for his clever ruse*
From: [info]gorthol Date: 07/16/2007 10:08:00  

*disappears*

*reappears in your way again* *significantly paler* No. The answer is no so just forget it.
From: [info]mablung Date: 07/16/2007 10:09:37  

*pushes past you* I don't think I was asking, mate. *takes the stairs three at a time*
From: [info]gorthol Date: 07/16/2007 10:13:19  

*does his trick a third time but this time stumbles a step or two when he materializes*

Don't make me...kick...shit. *collapses*
From: [info]mablung Date: 07/16/2007 10:21:12  

*catches you* Oof! Stop thinking so much, kid. You're shit at it.

*lays you down on the floor carefully* *pats your cheek* We'll be registered at JoJo's Joke Shop.

*calls you an ambulance because he's a good friend and all* *takes advantage of the head start to take a patrol as far away from you as possible* *makes plans to go to the mattresses, if necessary*
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