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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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[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. ;_;

[man_heart]

I showed up a few days ago, got MIGHTY confused I can tell you. And I'm FINE, don't you worry about your ol' mumsie, she's always all right, you know her.

Now, how's my boy? Are you eating properly? You look pale.

[erchamion]

This place is rather strange and full of weirdos.

::flicks away his cigarette quickly::

I'm a-ok. And I haven't been in any fights lately which is a boring nice thing.

[man_heart]

Who have you been fighting? Has someone been picking on you?

*feels the maternal rage start to build*