Apr 11, 2005 05:38
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"Dammit! You've got to be kidding me. Come on! Stupid fricking dial-up."
He growls and steps away from the computer and walks into his living room, still growling, and opens the door to scream out of it for a moment.
His hall is used to such things.
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"Good evening, Peter."
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"What the hell do you want, Uncle?"
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Polite, with a slight, calm smile. A slight hint of gold to the eyes, but nothing else.
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He walks away from the door, leaving it open but not really inviting him in. Still frustrated, he walks to his couch and throws himself onto it with a growl.
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"Peeeeete? Stop cussing and answer your door. I got your AOHell CD in my mailbox again, now come and remove it from my possession before I use the cover for one of my DVDs?"
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And he opens the door a minute later, holding out his hand for the offending soon-to-be frisbee.
"Oh 'deliver us from evil'...though if you want, you're welcome to the case. I don't need it."
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She smiles at him all the while.
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He sighs and tosses the case onto his coffee table.
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