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[turco]

*Wakes at Caranthirë's to find that her and the babies are gone.*

*Gets up, lets himself out and staggers in the direction of his own abode.*

*Collapes on the sofa as soon as he gets in and falls asleep in no time.*

*Still has the post-it note stuck to his forehead.*

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[dark_peredhel]

*Sees Uncle Turco leave*

*cackles over the note stuck to his head*

*What, you thought she'd mention something about how stupid he looks? That's crazy talk!*

[mornaquilde]

XD XD XD

That was quality. Did you hear the way they shrieked at him? >:D

[dark_peredhel]

Oh yeah. What kind of lunatic volunteers for that?

[mornaquilde]

Uncle Turco, clearly. >:P

[_finduilas]

0_o

*reads the note*

*considers removing it from your head but doesn't want to ruin the acknowledgement of your triumphant escape from whatever it is you survived* >:)

[turco]

*snuffles*

Meh. Snnffllrrrr...stopssquealin', I'llgetya'n otherrrrattle...

Zzzzzzzz...

[_finduilas]

Huh? :S

[turco]

*opens one eye*

OH yeah. I'm home.

*yawns*
*goes to rub his face and encouters yellow, papery, stickiness attached to his forehead*
*peels it off*
*blink* *focus* *blink* *read*

>_< That really wasn't necessary!