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Mar 22, 2007 20:15

Jackrabbit was sleeping soundly, sprawled on top of his blanket, Sweeney snoring beside him. He was half (and clumsily) undressed as if they were in the process of something before they had both about passed out. Sweeney's plastic green bowler hat was on him, covering his face and holding more dents than it did previously ( Read more... )

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parkinsonpink March 23 2007, 00:32:21 UTC
Pansy knocks carefully, then forcefully when no one opens the door. Like before, it's unlocked. Frowning, she turns the knob and looks inside.

"Oh. Sweet. Merlin," she says softly.

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cat_inthe_sun March 23 2007, 00:37:29 UTC
Jackrabbit groaned a bit as he began to wake up, the pain in his head coming before he was even fully concious. his mouth and he swallowed a few times, putting his hand on the hat as he rolled a bit, trying to keep the hat in place so that light couldn't hit his eyes.

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mad_leprechaun March 23 2007, 00:40:39 UTC
Sweeney let out a particularly loud snore and grumbled in his sleep. The long time drinker knew he didn't want to wake up this morning, but the outside world was making it difficult.

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parkinsonpink March 23 2007, 00:41:14 UTC
She doesn't know what to say. This is the same person who gave her grief about alcohol and the 'belly-wrack', yet he's obviously hungover.

And that hairy buffoon draped over him -- 'Be nice, Pansy. Just leave the bag and -- where's the baby?'

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cat_inthe_sun March 23 2007, 00:44:25 UTC
Jackrabbit shifted under Sweeney's arm a bit, saying something to him that basically came out. "I uuwafu gerrup...." he peeked out from under his hat, wincing.

"Pansy?" he asked, though it came out a sort of "Paisy?"

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mad_leprechaun March 23 2007, 00:47:22 UTC
Sweeney made a noise that might have been 'quit moving and be quiet' but never got past the grumbling stage.

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parkinsonpink March 23 2007, 00:50:00 UTC
"I brought some clothes for Mo Chroi, who's apparently missing. Sorry to disturb you," she says, placing the bag on the baby dresser and turning to leave.

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cat_inthe_sun March 23 2007, 00:55:31 UTC
"Uh?" he sort of pushed Sweeney off, rolled over with the intent of getting up though it didn't work well.

T: Ok, we're going J/S/P order. Howssat?

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mad_leprechaun March 23 2007, 01:00:09 UTC
Sweeney's grumblings turned into a pointed growl and he made a move to swat Jackrabbit, but thought better of it when he realized that would mean moving.

T: Aye aye cap'n.

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parkinsonpink March 23 2007, 01:03:38 UTC
She should get an award for keeping her expression cool and calm; the sight --and the smell-- are...there are no words for it. With more bite than she's used with Jackrabbit, she asks, "Where's the baby?"

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cat_inthe_sun March 23 2007, 01:06:00 UTC
He made a clumsy waving motionas he mumbled something that was supposed to be "Livia."

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mad_leprechaun March 23 2007, 01:08:59 UTC
Sweeney groaned irritably. Why did they have to be talking about this so early in the morning? The morning was made for sleeping, damnit.

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parkinsonpink March 23 2007, 01:18:53 UTC
Won't he be surprised -- or probably not -- that it's a little after noon....

"I see. Hm," she says, turning around and exiting the room -- shutting the door loudly.

"Out of the three of them, Mo Chroi's the mature one," she mutters, irritated.

It's not that parents having fun is 'bad', but if they can't have fun -responsibly-, then why bother?

'Maybe it's a muggle thing.'

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cat_inthe_sun March 23 2007, 01:22:35 UTC
Jackrabbit was very confused.

But apparently something else came up that was a little more important than his confusion.

Came up a little too soon for him to get to the bathroom. Oh shit.

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mad_leprechaun March 23 2007, 01:26:10 UTC
Sweeney finally forced himself to move.

"... Jack?" he rasped. "Are you getting sick on me?"

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parkinsonpink March 23 2007, 01:29:35 UTC
Pansy hears the mumbling on the other side of the door. If she goes back in, what can she say? Probably not much, not with -him- around, who may get one hell of a curse if he says one -syllable- to her.

*counts to ten, and then recounts*

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