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[noldorinprince]

*is awakened by incessant shrieking and goes to feed his . . . .granddaughter* :S

*sees the doll and smells the cheap cologne*

Oh shit. . . .

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[caranthire]

*comes over to see how you're holding up*

'Ello.

[caranthire]

I know. Still... you could always ask Irmo and see what happens.

*sighs*

Poor Ariel. :S

[noldorinprince]

Well. I don't hold up much hope for him agreeing to this. Este didn't especially like the looks of the baby when she came last night.

[caranthire]

Worst case scenario, they say no.

[noldorinprince]

Right. There's like NO chance I'd get ridiculed for asking, because Irmo's such a softy, really.

[caranthire]

Well. It's your call.

[noldorinprince]

I'm sorry. I'm being an asshole. I'm just worried. All along I sort of hoped the baby would be somewhat Elvish, but I'm just not seeing it. :(

[caranthire]

*takes your hand and squeezes it*

It's perfectly understandable. This is a pretty traumatic thing really.

[noldorinprince]

Beyond traumatic. Bastard killed me, after all.

[caranthire]

Yeah. And Ada.

[noldorinprince]

Yes, but your father's a little less close to THIS situation, luckily.

[caranthire]

Thank fuck for that. :S

*leans back in her chair and grabs a bottle of vodka from the nearby cupboard*

Take it you don't mind?

[noldorinprince]

Help yourself.

[caranthire]

Cheers.

*forgoes glasses and just knocks back a shot from the bottle before handing it back to you*

[noldorinprince]

*goes you one better and cracks open a new bottle so as to waste no time with the passing back and forth crap*

[caranthire]

*nods in approval of this scheme*