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[xp_daytripper]

I have returned. As has Nico. Safe and sound and not a scratch, which is more than I can say for my poor Broomstick. Anyone at the mansion want to see to it for me?

We also picked up a hitch hiker along the way, sort of. Marie-Ange is back, and she'll be in my spare room for the duration until we work out various Stuff.

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[x-emplate.livejournal.com]

Oh.

Well, this is a bit awkward.




But as it happens, yes, I would in fact appreciate the kangaroo jerky. I am told my enjoyment may spring from the very natural feelings of vengeance habored by myself and my fellow countrymen towards the hoppy little buggers, or perhaps some primal joy in the act of rending meat. The latter of which I am given to suspect you may even now be contemplating.

Would you care for a box of non-Valentine's chocolates in exchange? It is a bit of a regifting, but sound unless you are particularly averse to the dent formed when it struck my head. (No, I was not the giver; as it turned out, the admirer of my date-of-the-evening failed to move quite as quickly as he should have and overreacted a bit.)

[x-tarot.livejournal.com]

Yes, it was very awkward when I went to my formerly shared apartment to see if my clothes and things were still there and did not realize Doug might already be back in New York since he was in New Orleans at the same time as Amanda.

It has been an awkward sort of week. I should have possibly anticipated it. It began awkwardly. Zipties are never inawkward.

Conveniently I will be at the mansion tomorrow for an overdue MRI and other scans of the inside of my head so that I do not get angry phone calls from Moira and so I can pass onto you the kangaroo jerky that I only purchased out of curiosity.

They also had emu jerky but I ate that. It was a very long drive.

You have a box of chocolates because you were on a date and a third party tried to give your date (I presume female, as I do not believe you have suddenly turned to men, no?) a box of chocolates while you and her were on the date? And it was throw at your head?

I am confused.

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It has been an awkward sort of week. I should have possibly anticipated it. It began awkwardly. Zipties are never inawkward.

I contemplated a response to this, but I am a Gentleman.


Regarding the (yes, I have yet to tire of female) date, I gathered she is in the habit of engaging in a decadent luncheon should her Valentine's Day fail to coincide with a relationship. I, being the friendly sort, engaged her in conversation. As so often happens when bored, unattached adults are surrounded by this most saccharine of holidays, we moved to a less offensively heart-infested locale. Which was in itself pleasant enough, but did allow me a front-row seat when her longtime admirer made a surprise call. It seemed he had decided today was The Day. Unfortunately, he failed to inform her.

It put me to mind of a classic sitcom misunderstanding, but with significantly more shouting and commercially packaged projectiles.

It turned out right enough; once all attempts at battery desisted I took him out for a bit of drowning the sorrows. He was quite a pleasant bloke, as it turns out. I helped him pick out the apology bouquet.

[x-tarot.livejournal.com]

It was unfortunately not that sort of zip-tying.

You had a unscheduled date with a woman you had only just met, her former boyfriend tried to give her chocolates, she refused, it became a throwing match and you ... took him for a pint?

[x-emplate.livejournal.com]

Why not? Just because one personally does not engage in grand romantic gestures does not mean one cannot respect the sentiment. This particular individual had until then only loved her from afar, which as an experience I have been told is quite trying. Taking this unfortunate for a drink did much to alleviate the lingering sensation of being the cliched romantic rival in an uninspired date movie.

Besides, I suspect the feeling was reciprocated -- she did turn quite red when she saw who was at the door. Or perhaps that was because said door was being answered by a stranger in a towel. I am never quite certain of the subtleties.

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OH! You were at her apartment! I had entirely misunderstood and thought you were out at a restaurant!

I am... not personally fond of 'loved from afar' but it is possible I am biased. My last encounter with that sort led to that odd encounter where some of my precognitive visions were walking about the mansion.

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Come now; I am shameless, but even I draw the line at public indecency. Or so I shall claim under oath.

Ah, yes. I do have some memory of that incident. However, insofar as I could tell the lack of relationship was in direct proportion to his lack of initiative. It was only his bad luck he decided to take it a few hours after I.