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[fallohidenature]

Who: Frodo Baggins, One (oneto_one), Two (twoto_two)
What: >D Boo.
When: Err... after the twin's bit with Faith? XD
Where: Teh Library. Somewhere.
Rating: Reverting back to PG, unless ghetto terms really offend you that deeply. D8

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[oneto_one]

In some far-off corner of his mind that was not yet totally overrun by alcohol and opium and residual arousal (which, all things considered, made it so it was a very small corner indeed), One had the vague stringy thought that perhaps this was a little too much for Two's proper day back. Perhaps they should've just lounged around making witty comments at each other and the journals, instead of tramping across half the castle in a great journey towards inebriation enlightenment. But... well, to be quite honest, Two seemed completely ecstatic about it. Just like the Matrix, running off to Club Hel and finding people, lounging in human places... Of course, One had no way of knowing, did he? They were-

A combination of drugs and his own reflexes cut that thought off and wiped it off his mind for now. Now! They had things to do now! Like- like- like- hm. What was it that they were doing? They seemed to be standing with no real purpose in the hall, and One was starting to list to one side. Being lost in one's thoughts was not exactly the

[twoto_two]

Two strode through the hall - one above the library - with a convincingly sober gait. He came to a stop rather randomly; it didn't entirely matter where they would come through. His stop was less graceful than his walk, and he stumbled ever so slightly, hands lifted for balance.

At One's whisper, he threw a finger to his lips and hissed "Shhh." Two moved to loop an arm through One's, peering at his twin with a devious expression. "Scaring somebody. He, uhh-" Two stopped.
Damnit, he didn't even know what the kid looked like.
"He'll be in the library."

He gave a little nod to One and phased, becoming incorpereal, and let himself gently sink into the floor. He poked his face down through the ceiling of the library, though the rest of his ghostly body was still tucked away, and he began to search.

[fallohidenature]

Frodo sighed in his sleep. Dreams were slow to come to him; he had been dreaming of the Eye for so long that the others tended to crowd around in the murky back corners of his mind. This time, he was dreaming of looking for them, and being wildly unsuccessful at it. He kept on tripping and falling flat on his face, and running into barrow wights, and Tom Bombadil wouldn't come. He couldn't remember if he had nightmares so often.

At one point, he dreamt that he was awake again in the library, staring blankly up at the ceiling... though that couldn't be right, there were white men coming from it, and that certainly wasn't possible. He groaned quietly and thrust the dream blanket higher over his nose.

[oneto_one]

One grinned adoringly, if somewhat vapidly, and just sort of did that in Two's general direction for a minute or so until his twin's words actually penetrated. OH. Oh yeah. Right. Soren, Faith and- and- and whoever this was. He started leaning on Two a little as their arms looped, so when he suddenly phased through the floor, One lost his balance and just managed to catch the wall. After a moment to catch his bearings, One took a breath and simply dropped through the ceiling.

Unlike fancy schmancy Two (which was ironic considering Two was more gangster), One more or less just... fell. The twin picked himself up gracefully enough, as if he hadn't more or less just fell through the ceiling, and looked around. And- and there was a groan. He made a vague hand movement at Two and phased, so as to make no noise when he crept over to investigate. It was a couch. "It's a couch," he observed intelligently in little more than an exhale. But he was frustrated, because he was at that point where simple things are becoming very frustrating.