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[mornaquilde]

*is back to having an Ingwe-shaped paternal figure in his life sort of*

*feels all kinds of odd about it*

*wanders around town aimlessly while his mother abandons the twins with their uncle and takes Miril shopping*

ETA: *storms off to the park and sits on a bench, chain smoking miserably*

Why the FUCK couldn't he stay put? >:|

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[ingweron]

*is walking along the main street moping*

*pauses to light a cigarette*

[mornaquilde]

*spots you*

*waves tenatively*

[ingweron]

*brightens up*

*nods*

*calls out* Hey, son mate, how're you?

[mornaquilde]

*shrugs*

Alright. How's your nose?

[ingweron]

Sore but it'll heal. I'm old and tough kinda ow it hurts.

[mornaquilde]

What DID you say to my mother? That looks like quite a good smack.

[ingweron]

Ahahaha, it's not important. What's said is said and can't be unsaid.

Cigarette?

[mornaquilde]

*raises an eyebrow*

Well. It'd have to have been something to get her that pissed off.

*shakes his head*

Got my own. Thanks.

[ingweron]

*nods* 'Kay.

So, how has Tirion been?

*for Tirion, read Lómion*

*is no less obtuse than he used to be*

[mornaquilde]

*shrugs again*

Crazy. As ever.

What did bring you back anyway?

[ingweron]

*rubs his chin*

Well.

I didn't realise I'd been gone so long till I got back here. *looks vaguely confused* I got snowed under in Taniquetil. *shrugs*

[mornaquilde]

*dryly*

Well. Considerate as ever, and too busy to scribble a note.

[ingweron]

*arches an eyebrow*

I wasn't exactly in the most communicative form before I left, if you recall.

[mornaquilde]

Yeah, well, quite a few people wondered where you were, NOT just me.

[ingweron]

Like who?

[mornaquilde]

*rolls his eyes*

Ah. So that's why you came back.