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[meldamelisse]

*can't help but feel ever so slightly... what's the word... guilty? nah. too strong a word... uhm... ever so slightly regretful of breaking Ancalagon's ribs not because she cares how HE feels, but because Glaurung's upset by all the bickering*

*tries to ignore these feelings and finds she can't*

>_Well FUCK

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[black_ancalagon]

*looks up from his book*

*thinks about making a cutting remark about the soup probably being poisoned, but restrains himself*

How nice. Thank you ever so much.

[meldamelisse]

*pauses for a second, waiting for said cutting remark*

*barely manages to stop herself from looking surprised and sets the tray down on the table beside you*

[black_ancalagon]

Would you feed it to me? I'm ever so exhausted.

[meldamelisse]

*opens her mouth to tell you to go fuck yourself then stops and manages to come up with something more diplomatic, astounding herself slightly in the process*

I could just go get my mother.