Aug 31, 2004 19:49
*Wensleydale clomps down the stairs and slides into a booth. He has been wearing his current outfit for a week, and, while he has been showering, it is still gross. He is casting sidelong glances at the front door.*
dr. gottreich,
wensleydale,
pepper,
adam young
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Hello, young man. You look...troubled.
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Yeah, a bit, I guess.
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What?
*sniffs himself experimentally*
Oh. My clothing is dirty. I don't have any extra.
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All right, there, Wensley?
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Fuck off, Ads.
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Er...scuse me.....
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Yeah?
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*Blinks, checks the light, then shakes his head.*
Sorry, you looked like someone else in the light.
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"Hullo," he says with a smile. "Remember me, Peter Pettigrew? You never did tell me your name, or how you knew all about me. Still convinced that this place is all a costume party, by the way?"
His tone is joyful, not upset. It's a moot question whether anything could upset him at this minute.
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You're not real. You're fictional.
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"Since when?"
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