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[blkmsatraveller]

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[thneed_need]

*He's out cold for the moment, so he can't really argue.*

[blkmsatraveller]

[Poor thing couldn't fight the pain of it all...so your guardian will take advantage of the dawn's slowly disappearing shade to retrieve their clothes. Best leave the shoes behind.]

[thneed_need]

*He stays out, but his color slowly improves*

[blkmsatraveller]

[As soon as Gordon's dressed and his old self again, he purifies some water and sets it aside for Once. Looking at the Sun rising brings him a little comfort: one night down, three more to go.]

[thneed_need]

*Eventually comes to and gets dressed, keeping his mouth clamped shut, lips pressed into a firm line. After a minute he takes a sip of water.*

[blkmsatraveller]

[Stays quiet, letting the breeze take for a second.]

[thneed_need]

*notes his lack of footwear with a slight frown. Decides not to comment on it, choosing instead to walk homeward. *

[blkmsatraveller]

[Decides not to follow just yet, to allow him to speak or express himself through silence. No, he didn't bite you, he'd rather live his days being stuck like this than have you share this fate.]

[thneed_need]

*Counts to ten mentally and then goes with the only rational reaction: pretending that absolutely nothing happened. Businessman's smile returns if a bit strained.*

Have an insane schedule today. Meetings, another conference on the telephone, and another luncheon with someone, but I forget with who.

[blkmsatraveller]

Mr. Dubois from the French Thrills and Frills shop about the Thneeds. [Still your best assistant] He's allergic to peanuts so no going to your usual place.

[thneed_need]

*Half of the blonds couldn't remember his name, let alone his contacts. His smile brightens a notch.*

Great! Yeah, don't want anyone...dying while having lunch, that's generally frowned upon.

[blkmsatraveller]

He hates when people are late but God help him find a watch. [smiles back]

[thneed_need]

*Business is safe, easy, safe...He'll talk about all of that, all day.*

I'm going to have to shower first.

*And possibly order some new shoes.*

[blkmsatraveller]

[lifts a patch of dirt to hide the torn up shoes. What happened last night...needs both of them to be at their calmest or they might show more canine traits. But to avoid the epic shitstorm that will be his mother, he grabs Once-ler and puts him in his personal bathroom. A shush finger, he flies off to his new abode, with a promise to meet him at the office for their usual breakfast agenda breakdown.]

[ooc: night! this text box doesn't allow titles :|]

[thneed_need]

*Showers, washing his hair twice. He gets dressed, finds another pair of shoes, and somehow manages to avoid his mom, before flopping into his chair at his desk.*

((ooc: night!))

[blkmsatraveller]

[Guess who's back doing his old job of keeping everything from collapse? And two mugs of coffee to boot!]

Tell the blond brigades to get a crash course in organization: they've obliterated my system with a hot mess.