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[turco]

*sends a note to Caranthire*

Dear sis,

Morno's at mine, I decided to take him hunting tomorrow, he looked like he needed cheering up about something. We'll be leaving quite early in the morning so he'll stay here tonight. He's got everything he needs, just so you know.

Later,
Turco.

Yes...that should do it...*eyedart*

Comments

[caranthire]

*breathes a vast sigh of relief*

Turco...

That's... er... GREAT! Absolutely wonderful!!! You have fun now and kill lots of things!!!

Thank. Fuck.

I can put this off.

[turco]

*reads the reply*

She bought it! She fell for it!

*does a victory dance round the room*

*stops and realises that he'll have to hide indoors all day with Morno until he gets over his hangover*

Bugger. Well. It's doable.

[mornaquilde]

*staggers in from the kitchen with a sixpack of beer and a bag of pretzels under his arm*

*burps*

[turco]

0_0

MORNO! NO BEER! YOU'VE HAD ENOUGH AS IT IS, NEVER MIND MIXING YOUR DRINKS!

[mornaquilde]

*mumbles something and shoves a can into your hand*

*throws himself on the couch with another belch*

*grins, utterly unfocussed across the living room*

[turco]

*looks at you*

*looks at the beer*

*looks back at you*

*looks at the carpet*

:O

*fetches a bowl, just in case*

[mornaquilde]

WOT?!?

*scowls darkly and starts to chug away at a can of beer*

0_o

Uh-ohhh...

[turco]

*grabs the beer off you, puts the bowl in front of you and positions your head over it all in one swift movement*

:S

Just let it out. You'll feel better. :\

[mornaquilde]

*HURLS*

*remembers fragments of THAT magazine*

:S

*HURLS LIKE THERE'S NO TOMORROW*

[turco]

*averts his gaze from the whiskey-beer-pretzely gunk*

*wrinkles his nose at the smell*

Oh man that is rank...

[mornaquilde]

*hacks up a bit more then sways*

Think that's it...

[turco]

Just stay there for a minute, you never know...then we'll relocate to the bathroom...

[mornaquilde]

Eurrgh.

>.<

*feels rough*