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[master_troven]

Alec is sitting in his kitchen with a large mallet. He is glaring at his kitchen table with the sort of look that one reserves for their most hated enemies. Every few minutes or so the sound of bagpipes would crawl from it. In response, Alec would slam the mallet onto the surface.

He's been doing this for the past six hours.

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[ashes_ascended]

Phoenix materialises in the chair opposite with a quizzical look at said mallet. Having spent a fair amount of energy helping Saxie, he's tired and still somewhat cranky.

When the bagpipes start up again, He sinks his head into his hands, only to jump violently out of his skin when Alec whacks the table. That answers his question. He loves Alec's house, it's just that one can never have a breakfast, lunch or supper with any gods-damned peace.

"Bad day?"

[master_troven]

"Eh... mildly boring. What happened to you, more importantly." He puts the mallet down and walks over to Phoenix.

[ashes_ascended]

Bah humph. "Some arseswipe tried to kill Saxie." He shunts himself back in the chair, reaching up for Alec's hand.

Then gives the table a swift kick as the sodding NOISE starts up again.

[master_troven]

He grabs the hand and pulls him up for a hug. "Why don't we go into the other room where it's quieter?"