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[canyafinwe]

*heads over to his grandfather's house to see how insane his father's become (this time)*

*um. his relatively-sane-by-comparison grandfather, that is. not the shiny, happy, dancey fellow.*

...*really has a fucked up family if you think about it* *isn't too concerned*

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[maitimo]

*has decided never to leave his room again*

[canyafinwe]

*wonders if he should even bother coming to see you, considering*

...*brings up a bowl of soup or some other generic food that you bring to people who lock themselves in their room*

*knocks on the door*

[maitimo]

*mutters grumpily and throws a shoe at the door*

[canyafinwe]

*rolls. his. eyes.*

*vaguely wonders which of your 500 names you were going by at this point in your life*

*tries* Maedhros?

[maitimo]

What? Cáno, is that you?

[canyafinwe]

*wrong name, then* >.<

Um. No. I'm a... relative of yours. I live here in Tirion. I just brought you something to eat.

[maitimo]

Oh.

Right.

I suppose you should come in.

*shuffles to the door, barefoot and opens it*

/:) You look familiar.

[canyafinwe]

*comes in and sets the food down*

That's cos I'm your cousin Fingon's son.

*never was a good liar*

[maitimo]

...

...

Shit. He's had another kid.

Oh. Hi. *brave smile* You look like him.

[canyafinwe]

Thanks. *identical brave smile* So, how're you feeling?

[maitimo]

Confused. Eru, so confused. Is there any rum in this house?

[canyafinwe]

Please. *disappears and comes back with a bottle and two glasses* *figures this is a pretty good time to start taking advantage of his father*

[maitimo]

*squints at him* Are you old enough to drink?

Eh. You're Fingon's son; his responsibility.

*clears his throat* How... uh... is Fingon?

[canyafinwe]

SCORE!! *takes a glass* Uh... he's an alcoholic okay. Keeps busy and what-not. Has a thing for chickens.

...

...

Not that sort of thing.

[maitimo]

...

Children. Chickens. Oh dear.

And your... ah... mother?

[canyafinwe]

*swallows*

Don't have one. Long story.