*leaves the house of the drunken
fathers, the stressed (but sane!)
grandfathers, the pregnant
aunts, and the apparently over (or is it under?) sexed
aunts*
*ventures out for a walk with
Lindórië* :)
*really hopes it doesn't rain or snow or do anything stupid or annoying for once*
*Skips Walks down the steps of Casa De Feanor.*
So. Where to?
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So. How are you coping with the madness? :\
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You'd think he'd have gotten used to the stress by now. I did, and it looks like you have. Maybe you need to grow up with it?
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It explains alot, really.
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*brow knots* Hang on. What do you mean "deformed"?
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I just mean that our lives are different from other peoples. Really different. Not that you're deformed or anything. Because, believe me, you're not.
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Oh. Right. >.<
believe me, you're not.
Oh, right. :)
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Parent hog. :P
*stops in front of the cafe* We arrive.
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Shall I get a table? Dang tourists everywhere...
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*eyedart*
*Makes a Maglor-when-he's-pissed face at someone*
*Feels like a right tool*
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*snickers just a little*
Don't worry, I'm not any good at it either. We can just go find a bench somewhere, if you like.
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