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[ingweron]

It feels like only yesterday since I was last in town. Really. How long has it been?

A couple weeks?

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[gimilkhad]

Do you need to join my brother in his "telling the time" lessons?

[ingweron]

*arches an eyebrow*

You know, you get to a certain age and time doesn't really have the same meaning that it used to.

[gimilkhad]

Can't fathom that. Time is money.

Bloody priviledged immortal types, don't know they're bloody born, but they don't have the GIFT, poor dears...

[ingweron]

Ah. You see. You get to a certain level of wealth and money doesn't have the same meaning that it used to.

[king_finwe]

Nononononono no. Go back to Vanyar-land where you belong.

[ingweron]

((*is ded*))

Ah, you're still a munchking then? Excellent. :D

[king_finwe]

The law specifically prohibits blond bimbos from ruling Tirion. *brandishes paper*

[ingweron]

Look, Finners, it's amusing and all that you're playing pretend king but some of us have work to do.

[caranthire]

Oh. You're back.

[ingweron]

So it would seem.

[cunafinwe]

*stares at you, holding his mother's hand*

Nana? Is that a pansy vanyar elf like you were tellin' us about?

[ingweron]

*raises his eyebrows*

Another one, Caranthire?

[_elemmire]

Oh. My. Eru. I'm awake now...I'm awake. Make it go away.

::hides in her tub::

[ingweron]

*is amused*

[_elemmire]

::is not amused::

::at all::

::in NO way possible::

::is not instantly attracted to you::

>_<

That is the past! Ancient history! Nothing between us now!

[ingweron]

*smirks*

[mornaquilde]

*cue awkwardness*

[ingweron]

*shifts slightly on his feet*

...

...

Cigarette?

[mornaquilde]

. . .

...

Definitely.

*takes one and lights it*

[ingweron]

So.

How's things?

*smokes feverishly*