aftermath [open post for housemates]

[illgotten]

Supper's nearly over by the time Mordred gets home, after the latest crackplot has worn off and he's finally gotten done whatever he was out doing. He elbows the front door open and slips inside, all windblown and lively. "Hi."

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[dutifuldaughter]

Clar makes a grumbly noise and shoves her chair away from the table to take her dishes to the sink.

[illgotten]

Mordred ignores this. It's usual enough.

"Sorry. Lost track of the time."

[girdleforakiss]

"'s all right," Gawain says, "I saved you some stew."

[illgotten]

"Thanks," ruffling his hair. "How's it been here?"

[cywyllog]

Cywyllog glances up from her seat near the fire. "Yourself again, I see." Shorter, anyway.

[illgotten]

He pauses. "Sorry?"

[cywyllog]

"You are, are you not?" She frowns. "I would rather not have to determine what you do and do not remember again."

[illgotten]

Mordred looks at her again, the cheer fading. "I don't know," cautiously. "What are we talking about?"

[fingersofleaf]

Pssst--would it be okay if you made a post for Percy and Mordred to talk?

[illgotten]

I could...! Unless I should send him over to Percy's last?

[rainbowjehan]

Oh! That would be perfect. ^__^ Thank you so much.

..I am writing Gaherisfic.

[illgotten]

Okay...!

Oooh. :D

[luneta_lioness]

Luneta knocks on his door. She's bold enough to be heard, but not loud enough to be rude. She's lost.

[illgotten]

We'll assume that supper, at least, is out of the way, and Mordred goes to get the door. "What's this now?"

[luneta_lioness]

She looks up at him and smiles, delighted. "Uncle Mordred! Isn't that lucky? I didn't know where I was."

[illgotten]

"And now you know." There's still a warm, pleasant smell in the kitchen, and a glow from the fire; he nudges the door open further. "You want to come in, say hello to everyone?"