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Aug 27, 2006 17:32

Date: Backdated to 25th August, 2000
Time: Noon
Location: Myron's home
Characters Involved: Myron Wagtail and Kir McCormack Duke
Rating: Possible PG-13 for language
Even the lost find their way home when you leave the light on. - Amy Marie Walz )

status: complete, status: invitation only, character: kir mccormack duke, character: myron wagtail

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diva_myron August 28 2006, 17:19:10 UTC
And then there was the chiming around of the silver wind bells resonating off the walls, waking Myron up from his short nap. Discombobulated (funny word!) for a moment, not fully realizing where exactly he'd been (it was that white room full of white carpets and white pillows and white everything), Myron stared at his surroundings before coming back to his senses. He yawned and stood up from the floor, stretching as he did so, and went outside of the room to go and see who it was entering his house.

Logically (and Ravenclaws were strong at logic), it had to be someone of a friendly attitude, because the wards Myron had to place around the house, as much as he was loathe to filtering people, were anti-aggression ones. That is, anyone with a peaceful state of mind would be able to enter the house. And so Myron walked lazily toward the stairwell leading from the first into the ground floor, yawning one last time. It'd been a sleepy day ( ... )

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kir_not_kirley September 11 2006, 18:39:50 UTC
Tea? Here he was destroying his very being by moving in with someone else, and Myron offered him tea? "Got anything stronger?" Kir asked while following Myron down the hall to the kitchen. At the mention of chocolate he reached into the box and sorted through the items, miraculously not bumping into any walls or knocking over any decorations. Finally he found the tiny box with the red bow and pulled it out, ready to be enlarged as soon as they reached their destination.

He didn't see how he could get comfortable so quickly, but the house was clean and comforting... and very Myron. Hopefully his own room would be a blank canvas to decorate how he would. He had to put his posters somewhere.

Upon reaching the kitchen he placed his box on the table and brought the chocolates up to a decent size. He placed the chocolates in Myron's hand before turning a chair to sit on backwards. "Hope you like them. The lady at the store told me they were the best... and for the price I certainly hope so."

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