Date: 1 May 1999
Characters: Greg Goyle, Michael Corner
Location: Their house
Status: Semi-private (Terry's welcome; or if anyone feels like visiting that's cool)
Summary: Greg and Michael catch up, hopefully over something better than a sandwich.
Completion: Incomplete
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attempting to cook )
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"Well, it seems to be hot, I think." Michael grinned and opened the cold box. He grabbed a flask of juice and poured them each one.
He flopped into a seat. "Merlin, I'm tired." He dropped his head onto the table.
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Greg took a glass of juice from Michael with a nod of thanks. "Me too," he commiserated. "Your day was as long as mine, then."
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He blinked at Greg. "Oh, Merlin, yes. I've been yelled at, dropped on my arse, embarrassed, but I knew it was all coming. Just kind of demeaning, you know?" He lifted his head long enough to take a drink. "'s better than hauling coffee, though."
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"'m glad I don't have to deal with some bloke yelling in my face," he said. "Guess they want to bring you all in line, or something? But I figure if you didn't want to be in line you wouldn't be there." He shrugged. "Me, I went into the field today, which was good for a change. Didn't really see anything and ended up with a horse dung on my shoes, besides."
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