OOM: Milliways

Jul 15, 2007 18:33

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cheevy July 16 2007, 07:17:25 UTC
Miniver has on the too-large suit (it was the warmest). It makes him look quite young and very much a poet -- rumpled and awkward and entirely at home, with a kind of strange grace. He doesn't actually look any older than Robbie.

He stares out the window at the passing landscape. He seems perfectly comfortable with trains; he'd defaulted into a kind of automatic swiftness of action as soon as they'd arrived at the station, and now on the train itself, he seems as relaxed as if they were ensconced in some warm sitting room somewhere.

"I am," he answers Robbie, his voice young and bubbling. "This is fantastic, really it is. Fantastic. And so, so beautiful. Does Ireland look like this? It's not really too different from New York, in some places..."

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robbie_ross July 16 2007, 14:10:09 UTC
Robbie chuckles.

"Ireland is greener. Even in the winter. But I think you'd like it better in the summer, when everything is open and deep green and alive." Robbie finds Miniver's excitement and childish glee contagious. "I promised to take you traveling this upcoming summer, and I intend to keep that promise... if you'd still like to. Ireland, France, Austria, Germany, Russia..."

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cheevy July 16 2007, 21:54:30 UTC
His eyes could not get wider.

"Oh, yes. Absolutely yes. Take over the whole bloody world, us."

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robbie_ross July 16 2007, 22:26:04 UTC
Robbie laughs, patting Miniver's thigh.

"I don't have dreams of world conquest, dear poet," he says. "Just a desire to show you whatever it is you want and need."

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