For Sweeney

[alcuin_delaunay]

Alcuin's back from being a horse, and Sweeney had said they needed to talk, so he's going looking for Sweeney. He isn't feeling very amiable to Sweeney, which is unusual, and he isn't bearing gifts, which is even more unusual. His hair is swept back simply in a D'Angeline braid, and his clothes and hands clean of his usual traces of baking.

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[mad_leprechaun]

Sweeney's had his hands full, but when he spots Alcuin he can't help but chuckle. It's not terribly nice, or very mature, but the again this is Mad Sweeney we're talking about.

"Heigh ho, Silver."

[alcuin_delaunay]

"You said you wanted to talk," Alcuin replied, completely ignoring the jibe.

[mad_leprechaun]

"What, you mean back when you were Mr. Ed? Yeah, I suppose I did."

He crossed his arms and just stared at Alcuin, feeling extremely contrary.

[alcuin_delaunay]

"Mr. Ed?" Alcuin asked, puzzled by the reference. "I suppose that as ancient as you are, you'll hold a grudge for some time. What did you wish to talk about?"