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[uldor_accursed]

*makes his way through the vegetation around the temple**drags himself in through the window*

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*can't sleep* *juggles his daggers* *AnGsT? What AnGsT?*

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[meldamelisse]

*peers at you*

Are you alright? :S

[uldor_accursed]

*startles*

Yes. I am. :) ;_; How are you, Lisse?

[meldamelisse]

Good after Nana and ADa beat the crap outta Grendel. >:D

[uldor_accursed]

Grendel?

[_annatar]

*looks up from his book, raising an eyebrow at your method of entry*

[uldor_accursed]

*raise both of his*

[_annatar]

Something wrong with the door?

[uldor_accursed]

Not in the mood. And I can't manifest.

[ulfang]

*calls round to see his first-born*

Oh dear, I know that look. Really thought you'd grow out of it after the teen years.

[uldor_accursed]

*smiles a bit fakely*

Hi, Father. Look? What look?

[ulfang]

The delicately posed Angsty Look O' Doom. What's the matter? Feanorians hassling you?

[uldor_accursed]

Do I look that bad? Oh my.

I was bothering Feanorians, if you really want to know. ;_;

[_thuringwethil]

Hello dear.

You're looking a little under the weather.

[uldor_accursed]

Hey. :)

The weather is not so good. *nods*

[_thuringwethil]

Well. Care to tell me about it or shall I just figure out a way to take your mind off the matter?

[uldor_accursed]

If you can figure out a way to take my mind off it, I would be so very grateful.