opus_two <% /!UseJournal %>
09/20/2007 19:37:00
[info]moryo
*paces around his room, reading his brother's propositions for a divorce settlement* Yes, Curvo, I'm reading carefully.

*reads the first page* No. Curvo. *flicks to the second page* No. That's too generous. *flicks to the third page* No. That's too generous. *flicks to the fourth page* Oh, come on, Curvo, that's my property. She's not having that.

*takes out a red biro and makes suitable amendments*

Current Mood: pensive
Tags: curufin, caranthir

 
Comments
From: [info]atarince Date: 09/20/2007 14:43:36  

*sits cross-legged on the bed and waits patiently for you to amend this, the eighth? ninth? draft*

Eru, Moryo, if you had your way, Finduilas would be paying me to divorce her.
From: [info]moryo Date: 09/20/2007 14:46:53  

*snorts* I'm sure she would pay you, if it was that easy. I wish she would. It'd mean I wouldn't have to support you.

*draws a red line through an entire paragraph pertaining to alimony and inflation* Curvo. You do not have this sort of expendable income!
From: [info]atarince Date: 09/20/2007 14:56:39  

*indignantly* She's got to have enough to live on!
From: [info]moryo Date: 09/20/2007 15:00:20  

*patiently* Curvo, unlike you, she has a -- *liptwitch* -- job. She can pay her own way. You, on the other hand, are entirely dependent on me and if I say this -- *waves the divorce papers at you* -- is too generous, it is too generous.

*shakes his head* I need to get out of here. I really, really do.
From: [info]atarince Date: 09/20/2007 15:01:54  

*folds his arms* Well, I'm not going anywhere until we've sorted this out.
From: [info]moryo Date: 09/20/2007 15:04:28  

*opens his mouth before closing it again, trying to decide what to say*

*is undecided between "Well, you went this long without divorcing her" to "Wouldn't murder be a simpler option?" to "Who's we?"*

*sighs* Why don't you just leave her an I.O.U.?
From: [info]atarince Date: 09/20/2007 15:09:49  

*snorts* I'm not sure that works when it comes to divorce settlements.

*suddenly laughs* I'd love to see her face, though. Dear Finduilas. I Owe You One Divorce. I'm sure that'd go down really well.

*gets to his feet and starts throwing stuff into his bag*
From: [info]moryo Date: 09/20/2007 15:24:55  

*smirks* I daresay she'd take it in the spirit in which it was meant.

*watches as you pack* Ossiriand?
From: [info]atarince Date: 09/20/2007 15:37:31  

*nods briefly* Ossiriand.

*glances over at you* Aren't you packing?
From: [info]moryo Date: 09/20/2007 16:30:17  

*wanders over to the bed and sprawls out* You know I like to travel light and, anyway, I've burned all my other clothes because I always like to destroy the blood-spattered evidence.

*cracks a yawn* Got half a tank of gas in the bike. Should get us most of the way. Should we ring Turco?
From: [info]atarince Date: 09/21/2007 15:05:18  

*shakes his head* No, he'll only move house if we tell him we're coming. At least if we're there, face-to-face, he's marginally less likely to burn the place down around us.

*walks over to you and pokes you* You okay to drive?
From: [info]moryo Date: 09/21/2007 15:07:19  

*snorts* I'm a damn sight more okay to drive than you are, Mono-kidney.
From: [info]atarince Date: 09/21/2007 15:28:53  

*affronted* Since when did the possession of a full compliment of kidneys have any effect on the ability to point a motorbike in the right direction?
From: [info]moryo Date: 09/21/2007 16:28:48  

*pretends to think deeply about this* That's a fair point, actually. Your driving skills can't possibly be any worse now that you're a little lighter in the kidney-ular region.
From: [info]atarince Date: 09/21/2007 16:32:21  

*wanders around the room, gathering socks* *smells them to make sure they're cleanish* *shoves them into his bag*

*brightly* Does this mean I can drive?
From: [info]moryo Date: 09/21/2007 16:36:12  

*calmly* You are not driving. Absolutely not. You'll ride pillion like a good little boy.

*scratches his chin* You ready?
From: [info]atarince Date: 09/22/2007 13:56:57  

*frankly* When have you ever known me to be a good little boy?
From: [info]moryo Date: 09/22/2007 14:15:28  

Let me think -- when Father tells you what to do -- when Turco tells you what to do -- when I tell you what to do.
From: [info]atarince Date: 09/22/2007 14:17:30  

*grins* But not when Mother or Nelyo or Cáno tell me what to do?
From: [info]moryo Date: 09/22/2007 14:21:02  

*sagely* I'm pretty sure they know better than to tell you what to do at this stage. Anyway, when has Mother made more than a mild suggestion to any of us?

*gets to his feet and stoops down to pluck his leather jacket off the carpet*
From: [info]atarince Date: 09/22/2007 14:24:49  

*shrugs* Fair point. *struggles into his own coat* Hey, should we leave a note for Mother and Father and Finduilas? Let them know where we're headed?
From: [info]moryo Date: 09/22/2007 14:29:25  

*pauses as he takes in the foreign concept of actually informing someone of his whereabouts* *uncertainly* I guess?

*wanders over to the dresser and scribbles a quick note on the back of a brown envelope that, until three minutes ago, contained a rather large sum of money* *ah, repaid debts!*

Dear Mum & Dad,

Curvo & I have gone to Ossiriand to talk sense into Turco back into the fold. I'll make sure Curvo doesn't lose any more body parts although I've already sold his pain meds. This is going to be a fun journy!.

Love,

Moryo.
From: [info]atarince Date: 09/22/2007 14:37:15  

*nods and drops an envelope addressed to Finduilas on the pillow, hopefully without you seeing*

Right. Let's get going.
From: [info]moryo Date: 09/22/2007 14:54:41  

*misses nothing*

*raises an eyebrow* There'd better not be too much cash in there. *picks up his keys and slips a flat, brown package into his inside pocket* *has already sewn a couple more into the lining of your coat*
From: [info]atarince Date: 09/22/2007 15:01:40  

*mumbles* It's my money that you gave me and I can do what I like with it.
From: [info]moryo Date: 09/22/2007 15:14:28  

*shakes his head* Whatever. You needn't come crying to me for cash when we stop for food on our way to Ossiriand. *holds up a finger* And you are not to pay any attention to the special offers at the gas stations.
From: [info]atarince Date: 09/22/2007 15:27:35  

Oh, come on. Those stuffed rabbits were fantastic value at the Good Gas outside Delving. Admit it! Actually, what happened to them? I was going to give a couple to the girls.
From: [info]moryo Date: 09/22/2007 15:46:07  

Oh, you wanted to keep them? *scratches his chin* I'm pretty sure they're the ones I used to transport certain goods to Vinyamar.

*pats you on the shoulder* Don't feel too bad. They leaved good and useful, albeit short lives.
From: [info]atarince Date: 09/23/2007 08:41:27  

*covers his eyes with his palm* You are one sick fucker, Moryo.

*dramatically* Poor Thumper. Tell me he didn't suffer.
From: [info]moryo Date: 09/23/2007 10:30:30  

*lays his hand on your shoulder and squeezes gently* It was very humane. He didn't know what hit him.

*guides you towards the door, lifting up your bag en route* Now, come on. Time to split. Say bye to Ondolindë, Curvo. Byeee, Ondolindë!
From: [info]atarince Date: 09/23/2007 10:33:42  

Eru, you are so full of shit, Moryo. I can't wait to hang out with Turco again.

*is guided along with a fuss and doesn't even really look back over his shoulder as they leave the Palace*
Comments
profile
Community: [info]opus_two
<% /!UseJournal %>