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[erchamion]

::has no idea what who is back in town::

::surveys the falling snow from his window, lights a cigarette and goes out for a walk::

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[maglor_harper]

((Psst. Could Beren friend his dear ol' mum? :) ))

[erchamion]

[...oh shit! He's gonna do it right now. ::sends the boy to do some work:: :P]

[man_heart]

*is out for a pre-audition jog, must keep those muscles toned, rarr!*

*spots you* :o

Is it really...IT IS! YOO-HOO! PICKLE!!! *waves madly*

(( :D ))

[erchamion]

::hasn't heard himself called 'Pickle' since he was three feet tall::

o.O

::thinks the smoking must be damaging his brain and spits out his cigarette::

::turns around with a harassed look on his face and spots you::

::does a double take::

MADRE! :D

[man_heart]

*rushes over*

HOW'S MY ICKLE SWEETIE-DARLING, PICKLE-WICKLE!?

*Hugs madly then sets about cleaning non-existent smudges from your face with a hanky*

[erchamion]

::looks around to make sure no Feanorian heard that::

::hugs you tight and tries to bat away your hands::

Don'tcallmethat,Ama. At least not in public. :D

::ends up succumbing to your cleanliness routine anyway::

When did you come back? How are you? Imissedyou. ;_;