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[maitimo]

*feels slightly fuzzy-headed from the alcohol pumped into him by his father and brother the previous night*

*opts to go for a nice, safe walk to clear his head*

*wonders if this new age Tirion is safe*

...

*brings a sword, just in case*

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[canyafinwe]

*walks down the street, trying to enjoy the nice weather and clear his head*

*really just had to get away from the hormonal and the hungover*

[maitimo]

*strolls along*

*makes a note of all the changes*

*thinks Tirion has gone waaay downmarket since his day*

[canyafinwe]

*sees him coming in his direction*

*stands calmly and considers his options*

...

*looks around for a bush to hide behind*

[maitimo]

*catches sight of him*

*freezes*

*stares*

*opens and closes mouth soundlessly*

C'mon, brain, c'mon, engage, engage!

Hi.

Great. Really articulate.

[canyafinwe]

*shuffles his feet around a bit and stares at the ground*

*wonders what the FUCK to say*

Uh.

...

Everything okay at Uncle Cano's?

[maitimo]

Oh, yes, yes. Lives in a tree, you were right, ahahaha.

*smiles the fakest of fake smiles*

[canyafinwe]

*shakes his head* Wood elves.

*glances up at him for a millisecond and then sort of looks away*

*grins like he means it*

*doesn't*

[maitimo]

Apparently. Never had much time for them back in my day, you know.

*shuffles*

Uh. Right. About yesterday. They tell me that I've a son and that his name is Canyo and I remembered that your name is Canyo.

*wrinkles his brow*

Are you...? *trails off*

[canyafinwe]

*knows where he gets his bluntness from, apparently*

Uh. Yeah, that'd be me.

*glances at him for a second*

You don't remember, though, do you?

[maitimo]

*looks distressed*

Um. No. No, I don't. You look like your father though. I mean your other one. I mean... right. Yes.

Sorry about all this?

[canyafinwe]

*shrugs* 's okay. Not your fault anyway. This sort of thing seems to happen a lot.

*stands around awkwardly*

Sooooo......

[maitimo]

*runs his hand through his hair*

*watches the tumbleweeds float past*

Ah, yeah...

So.

How's things with you? [/stilted conversational attempt]

[canyafinwe]

Ah, same old. You know how it is.

...

Well, no, I guess you don't.

*uncomfortable pause* So, you must get this a lot but... the hand?

[maitimo]

I really don't, no.

*looks at the hand, or lack thereof*

*confused* Yeah, everyone seems pretty hung up about that. I thought they'd all know about Thangorodrim by now. I'm surprised that it's not a made-for-tv mini-series at this stage.

[canyafinwe]

Uh. *scratches his head* Actually, the musical won a Tony last season. But...

*wonders how to put this delicately*

A few weeks ago you had two hands so wherever you lost this one wasn't Thangorodrim. :\

[maitimo]

*blinks at the foreign concept of having two hands*

Are you sure? I mean, I used to be pretty good at hiding it. You definitely saw me with a right hand and a left hand?