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[_finduilas]

*gets word of Maglor's brush with death*

:(

*sends tasteful flowers and get-well cookies*

*refuses a delivery of yet MORE headless geraniums and the accompanying shitty poetry*

:'(

...

*goes to the pub to get thoroughly wasted*

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[ladyaredhel]

*is already there, also having heard the news*

[_finduilas]

*brightens somewhat upon seeing you*

Hey, you. Is this one fucked-up town, or what?

[ladyaredhel]

*shakes her head*

Tell me about it. Poor Maglor. :(

[_finduilas]

He's gonna be okay, though, right? :(

[ladyaredhel]

I don't know. I hope so. He's damned tough, though so his odds are better than most.

[_finduilas]

*hangs her head dejectedly*

And I really did NOT need decapitated flowers on top of the news about Cáno.

[ladyaredhel]

Oh not that asshole again! >:(

[_finduilas]

Yeah. This is about the third or fourth batch he's sent, so he's obviously no longer in the institutional way. Let me see if I can remember a bit from the last one. Oh, yes. "Your kisses are so sweet, it's true / Your beauty pure as morning dew / Please say you'll love me for all time / O inspiration for my rhyme."

Need booze. Lots of booze. :(

[ladyaredhel]

*shudders*

That's bad beyond description. We DO need booze. Tequila?

[_finduilas]

That's sounds good. Anything. I don't really care. >_<

So what's your excuse?

[ladyaredhel]

Mostly Maglor. AND getting out of the house too.

[_finduilas]

*takes a looong drink*

I hope Glorfi isn't too upset about the damages. >:D

[ladyaredhel]

*snickers*

Eh, he'll live. Plus it'll give him an excuse to look into renovating the kitchen which should keep him happy.

*knocks back a shot and gets a top up*

[_finduilas]

...

I think coming home to a frou-frou country kitchen complete with doilies and pink flowered stencils would be even more horrifying than coming home to roomfuls of headless geraniums. XD

[ladyaredhel]

...

Fine. I'll trade you. But don't blame me if I kill your non-too-sekrit admirer. >:P

[_finduilas]

*swallows a shot and grimaces*

Blame you? I'd give you a fleet of solid-gold, diamond-encrusted tanks and proclaim you my own personal messiah. >:)