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[irime]

*drops by Fingon's to dote on the newest grand-nephew*

*and maybe to talk to the nephew*

*NOT for cheering-up purposes, perish the thought*

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[noldorinprince]

*completely frazzled, ome*

[irime]

...

*brief hug*

Just don't flip out on me here.

[noldorinprince]

*shifts the baby to hug back even more briefly*

*mumbles, having a mouthful of diaper pins*

[irime]

*takes the baby off your hands and changes it for you efficiently*

*sighs* You're going to need help with this, aren't you?

[noldorinprince]

I just need six hands and I'm a little distraught right now. :(

[irime]

I know, I know. Someone should go and take Namo's drugs away >:|

As for the hands, so far you've got four.

[noldorinprince]

*smiles gratefully*

Thanks.

[irime]

Don't mention it. Can't let the baby suffer for the Valar's whims, now can I?

You look like you need sleep. Or a stiff drink.

[noldorinprince]

Gah. Both. I'm not sure in which order, though.

[irime]

Drink first, just let me put your mini-me to bed.

*does so and returns with two whiskies*

Here's to shoving something unpleasant up Namo's ass.

[noldorinprince]

Meh. He'd probably giggle at that.

*takes a long drink*

[irime]

But it'd provide momentary satisfaction.

*sips* What's the plan right now? Anyone taking the matter up with the higher-ups?

[noldorinprince]

I have no clue, other than Maglor kind of vaguely mentioning that.

[irime]

Yes, he's got his own problems with that...

Maybe you should go too, sugar? The way you look right now, you'd certainly get their pity on your side.

[noldorinprince]

. . .

Thanks a lot. :S

[irime]

I'm serious. I can babysit the little one for a while, I'm low on inspiration lately anyway.

Sugar, you need this to be fixed before you break.