October 3rd, 2006As he lay stretched out on the sofa in his Chelsea flat, a bag of ice pressed to his forehead, Monty Pippin tried to wrap his mind around what he had done only the night before
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The phone call from Lo had been interesting - puzzling, but interesting - and after debating it briefly, he'd agreed to her peremptory command that he should go and check on his friend. She hadn't said anything about why, or for that matter where she'd got his phone number, but she'd sounded a little distracted and had somehow made it seem a bit urgent...
He lets himself at Monty's flat instead of actually knocking, rapping his knuckles against the wall to let the drama queen in residence know he's arrived. "Monty?" he calls.
Monty does three things at Bellamy's sudden (to him) appearance: he sits bolt upright, drops both the bag and the ice, and makes a strangled sound that might possibly be "JEE-zus!" He recognizes his old friend's voice immediately, which means that he's already glaring by the time he turns to drape his arms over the sofa back for support.
"Bellamy. Are you trying to give me a coronary? Some people do actually knock before entering, radical concept I know, but you could give it a try." Monty's rant runs down rather abruptly as his brow furrows. "Why are you here, anyway?"
"Her holiness sent me," Bellamy says, dryly, sidestepping the accusations about what kind of a friend and visitor he is (poor on both accounts, apparently). Next to Monty, his natural inclination to be so introverted he's almost not there at all is particularly, starkly emphasized; it's not unlike standing next to Nic, but in this instance it probably just makes him even more irritating as the other man looks genuinely out of sorts. "You look like shit. Is there a particular reason I ought to be checking on you?"
Lovely. He was trying for an air of gracefully out of sorts, but apparently such is not to be. "Her holiness" needed no translation. With a sigh, Monty cuts the theatrics by about 50%.
"Lo didn't say anything? No, I guess she wouldn't." Or maybe she just thinks it's funny for some obscure reason. Monty wouldn't put it past the little minx.
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The phone call from Lo had been interesting - puzzling, but interesting - and after debating it briefly, he'd agreed to her peremptory command that he should go and check on his friend. She hadn't said anything about why, or for that matter where she'd got his phone number, but she'd sounded a little distracted and had somehow made it seem a bit urgent...
He lets himself at Monty's flat instead of actually knocking, rapping his knuckles against the wall to let the drama queen in residence know he's arrived. "Monty?" he calls.
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"Bellamy. Are you trying to give me a coronary? Some people do actually knock before entering, radical concept I know, but you could give it a try." Monty's rant runs down rather abruptly as his brow furrows. "Why are you here, anyway?"
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"Her holiness sent me," Bellamy says, dryly, sidestepping the accusations about what kind of a friend and visitor he is (poor on both accounts, apparently). Next to Monty, his natural inclination to be so introverted he's almost not there at all is particularly, starkly emphasized; it's not unlike standing next to Nic, but in this instance it probably just makes him even more irritating as the other man looks genuinely out of sorts. "You look like shit. Is there a particular reason I ought to be checking on you?"
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"Lo didn't say anything? No, I guess she wouldn't." Or maybe she just thinks it's funny for some obscure reason. Monty wouldn't put it past the little minx.
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