*Sits on the edge of his leather recliner in front of his plasma-screen TV, glued to the newsfeeds.*
*Chews his fingernails away as he tries to work out what's gotten into those bloody kindreds this time.*
*Has his suspicions.*
*Isn't sure whether to head for the weapons locker or the drinks cabinet.*
Current Mood:
depressed
Tags:
yavanna, manwe, varda
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