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[doomsman]

*is rooting through Vairë's handbag for drugs*

*throws wool and needles all over the floor*

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[_vaire]

Namo!!!!

What the f**k are you doing rooting in my knitting?!?!?

*spots the picture*

o_O

[doomsman]

???

*blinks*

[_vaire]

*Looks from the picture to the mirror and back again*

Jeebus! Forgetting to moisturise for milennia is bad..... we were so pretty....

[doomsman]

*is still registering*

Dude.

[_vaire]

Namo!?!?

That's US you fuckwit!!....

On our honeymoon...... remember?!?!

Back before Irmo corrupted your mind with drugs

[doomsman]

*is evidentally drawing a blank*

*needs drugs*

*keeps rooting in your bag*

*blinks at another photo he finds*

[_vaire]

*sees the familiar blank expression*

Don't tell me you don't recognise them......!!!

.... NAMO!!!

[doomsman]

What? Where are the drugs, Vaire?

[_vaire]

*flings a little baggie at you*

Here are your fucking drugs you tit!!!

Hells bells I can't believe you don't remember our kids.... WHO THE F**K DO YOU THINK IS RUNNING MANDOS?

[doomsman]

*sticks his nose into the baggy and hoovers the stuff up*

*blinks as he inhales the baggy too*

Shit.

[_vaire]

*slaps forehead*

How did the Vala I married turn into such a tool???

Hellooo!! Arda to Namo! Are you receiving?

[doomsman]

*sinks into a graceful, if slightly motheaten, heap on the ground*

[_vaire]

*stands over you with a wheel barrow*

*loads you into it, wheels you into the next room and dumps you on a bean-bag*

better start cooking... he's going to be desperate for a burrito when he wakesup......