*tea fixes everything--which is good, as Horatio's week has not been at all pleasant, either, and he feels a little like breaking*
*and Horatio, for once, doesn't feel like drinking his tea alone (usually he does, to-day he doesn't), so he carries his small tray with teacup and saucer, teapot with infuser, milk pitcher, sugar bowl, silver spoon, and, good heavens, Horatio, could you possibly have more accessories? this is like a religion with you--no, nevermind. it is a religion--at any rate, he ends up in the kitchen, setting his tray down on the table quietly*
*oh, Horatio, join the club -- Meta has been broken*
*Meta does, luckily, tend to like people as a rule; he'll automatically assume that any new person has only the best of intentions until it is very conclusively proven otherwise*
*offers a faint, weary smile in return* Hello. I don't believe we've met -- ? If we have, I'm sorry, I'm more forgetful than I ought to be.
Perchance 'twas long ago. I am Horatio. *bows politely, but with an air of extreme goodwill--there is no need to fear anything from this man, to feel anything with him but safety and comfort; that is how he has served Hamlet for so long, that is how he has made himself*
*can't help another slight smile at that -- people don't tend to bow to him* It's... nice to meet you, Horatio. I'm the Metatron, the Voice of God. *holds out a hand, possibly due to force of habit more than anything*
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*and Horatio, for once, doesn't feel like drinking his tea alone (usually he does, to-day he doesn't), so he carries his small tray with teacup and saucer, teapot with infuser, milk pitcher, sugar bowl, silver spoon, and, good heavens, Horatio, could you possibly have more accessories? this is like a religion with you--no, nevermind. it is a religion--at any rate, he ends up in the kitchen, setting his tray down on the table quietly*
*smiles a tired smile at Meta* Good morrow.
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*Meta does, luckily, tend to like people as a rule; he'll automatically assume that any new person has only the best of intentions until it is very conclusively proven otherwise*
*offers a faint, weary smile in return* Hello. I don't believe we've met -- ? If we have, I'm sorry, I'm more forgetful than I ought to be.
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