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Helm: *looking at wedding dresses in the next window* *eyes Eight*
Eight: No. o.o
Helm: http://www.modernbride.com/images/dressfinder/dresses/STPUCCHI9163_L.jpg :D :D
Eight: ...It's not black.
Helm: should it be?
Eight: Yes. I don't wear white.
Helm: White would look lovely on you
Eight: No... Also..I don't have a bust in case you haven't noticed.
Helm: kleenex :D
Eight: ...also. It's a dress.
Helm: I was waiting for you to come to that. Might I point out the nazgul robes?
Eight: ...are robes, not dresses.
Helm: pretty damn similiar
Eight: Then you wear the dress
Helm: I've never worn a 'robe'
Eight: Then it's definately your turn.
Helm: a rohirrim always keeps his trousers on
Eight: *snerk* Not always if memory serves.
Helm: *raises eyebrows and tries to look imperious*
Eight: *even look before going back to sharpening a knife*
Helm: it's a very nice dress. And your hair is certainly long enough
Eight: mn. Not marrying you.
Helm: ;_;
Eight: *ignores and sharpens the knife more*
Helm: hey, you're the one who demanded it
Eight: And I don't want it any more.
Helm: oh. Is there a particular reason?
Eight: *shrugs*
Helm: I wasn't really going to stuff you in a dress
Eight: I know.
Helm: Just no marriage?
Eight: No marriage.
Helm: works for me
Eight: Leaving tommorrow.
Helm: That doesn't work for me
Eight: I have something to see to.
Helm: does it start with a 'v' and end in you traumatized and hiding in a corner?
Eight: No.
Helm: then what to you have to see to?
Eight: Revenge the person who started it.
Helm: And they would be?
Eight: Erendis.
Helm: 's not right to hurt women. Please conveniently forget me doing things to the wrist of my grandson's kidnapper
Eight: She was the first cause. She's why I was imprisioned and why I was taken by Vanyon.
Helm: well. You'll be coming back?
Eight: Yes, I will.
Helm: good luck them
Eight: *nods* Thank you.
well, he did say he'd come back.
Now for my seek ferret.
*pokes*
*pokepokepoke*
still not mooooving. Damnit. And that maia thing keeps demanding it. Troublesome pet.
Maybe some sun would help.
*picks the comatose ferret up and puts Theo carefully on his bed, right in a sunbeam*
There we go. Don't get heat stroke.
*wanders off to get a good meal and see if his daughter's broken off the engagement yet*