*Leaves the Consulate and heads for the pub for a liquid lunch...that sort of turns into a liquid dinner too.*

*Reads the paper and puts on his best "leave me alone" face but doesn't figure it'll to him much good in this town of yaps.*

*Goes for a walk through town to get away from work for a change.*

*Reaches into his pocket for a pack of the Trahald cigarettes and can practically hear Pharazôn snarking at him about it.*

*lights up, smirking slightly.*

Sorry boy. I know it's bad for me but you know what they say, no one ever really quits.

*Comes back from the consulate laden with fish, cigarettes and vodka, courtesy of Smeagol.*

*Despatches the fish to the kitchens and then flops down on the couch, hanging on to the vodka and smokes.*

*Could really do with getting trollied after the last couple of days he's had.*

*Opens a bottle and sniffs it.*

Oh yeah. That's the real deal. ( Read more... )

*Checks his in-box and finds it empty for the fourth day in a row ( Read more... )

*Settles at his desk in the Consulate, looking forward to another paper-work filled day!*

*Gets a tingle as he Checks his inbox and finds a memo from Pharazôn on the top of the pile*

RE: The new infantry acquisition who arrived yesterday,

Please, whatever you do, when you're around her DON'T MENTION CARANTHIRE! My mother mentioned her once but ( Read more... )

I don't need therapy. Just saying. I'm perfectly sane, I have an abundance of sanity. I'm not going, nothing anyone says will change my mind.

Now that's settled, Pharazon? Do you have any paperwork that needs doing? Anything? Keep me busy, please?

*After getting up, heads off to find out what all the commotion was about last night.*

*Didn't bother getting out of bed at the time because he figured if no one actually bothered to get him up, then it couldn't have been that important.*

*Comes into his son's office to find the poor defenceless paperwork has been terribly abused*

>_< Why do I bother? WHY DO I EVER BOTHER TO TRY AND HELP HIM OUT? He has NO RESPECT for filing and alphabetisation! That's not how I raised him!

*rants*
*raves*
*tries to salvage the documents. ;_;

*settles down with the paper in the hope of getting a quiet half an hour or so to himself*

*reads the main headline*

FEANORIANS IN VIOLENT RAMPAGE SHOCKER. CROSSBOW SHARES UP 3 POINTS.

*blinks*

Hehehehehehe. >:D

*ahem* *eyedart* *composes himself in the hope no one actually heard him laugh*

Boy, I have a question. How come, when the dog's having puppies, you're up to your elbows in blood and mucus, delivering puppies, clamping and cutting, clearing up goop and generally getting right in there on the medical side...but when Miriel gave birth you fainted like a great, big sissy?