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[maglor_harper]

*Sits up, waiting for his wayward daughter to return from wherever the hell she is. :\

*waits* :|

*Drums his fingers on the table as the time ticks by* >:|

*Gets into the wee small hours* :S

*Worries*

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[lindorie]

*staggers in at some ungodly hour*

*giggles as she sees a light on inside* Oops.

*makes a concerted effort to walk in a straight line*

[maglor_harper]

*glares in your general direction*

Morning.

[lindorie]

*blinks*

'S not morning.

[maglor_harper]

It is. Technically.

Where were you? I was worried, ome.