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[turco]

*Is feeling a little bit stressed.*So, in time-honoured Fëanorian fashion, breaks out the throwing knives and smites imaginary enemies

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[_finduilas]

*has been downing chocolate-covered espresso beans like mad after wandering around town all night*

*enters the house, sees you*

*would pause to look on in interest but CAN'T STOP PACING, for some reason*

[turco]

*offers you a knife to throw*

*Indicates you're supposed to throw it at the target, so you don't get The Wrong Idea or anything*

[_finduilas]

*accepts it with jittery fingers*

Damn caffeine.

*vacillates, both figuratively and literally*

*throws (not at you), watches as the thing bounces off the wall and onto the floor with a THWACK! THUD*

Youknowitwouldn'thavekilledyoutomaybesay"FinI'msorryforblowingupthehouseIswearit'snotbecauseIsecretly
wanttomovebackhomebutratherit'sthatI'mjustamoron"Yeahsookaybye.

[turco]

*winces* Probably should have done this outside. Ah well.

*sighs* Of course I don't want to secretly move back home, surely that goes without saying. I just wanted cheap beer.

TURCO! SHUT UP ABOUT THE ERU-DAMN BEER!

I mean, what I mean to say is, it was just an accident and I really regret the damage done to our lovely home and I can't wait to get back there. Truly.