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<Faren> (Ana is away for whatever reason, and we're just crashing his place. ;^D)
<Caelan> (yay, party at Ana's)
* Faren has been there for a few days, perhaps, since Samhain.
* Faren is doing a bit of research.
* Faren is in Ana's library for now.
<Caelan> (Ewww, library!!)
<Faren> (hee, it's your duty to get me out of there!)
* Caelan is tromping down the hallway after unsuccessfully looking for Anastasius.
* Faren pores over a musty tome.
<Caelan> (i dunno, maybe I should just let you rot in geek-land ;D)
<Faren> (heee!)
<Faren> (If you wanna)
<Caelan> (well, it's not like I'd think to look in a library, 's what I'm saying)
<Faren> (If you're looking for Ana, you might)
* Caelan is pretty loud, as usual.
<Caelan> (point...)
<Faren> Caelan, how *do* you ever get close enough to kill anyone?
* Caelan sticks his head in the library.
<Caelan> HEy Ace, you in here?
* Faren says, having been disturbed.
<Faren> No, only us ghosts.
<Caelan> Oh, it's you.
* Faren looks like he could be one. A ghost, I mean.
<Caelan> What are you doing *here*?
<Caelan> Are you sick or something?
<Caelan> You look like shit, man
<Faren> You are too kind.
* Faren says dryly.
* Caelan shrugs
<Faren> I'm planning my next vacation.
<Caelan> To where?
<Caelan> That doesn't look like a real exciting brochure
<Faren> Somewhere in a galaxy far, far away.
<Caelan> Whatever floats your boat...
<Caelan> Does that mean you're not on wallflower duty now?
<Faren> ...
<Faren> I should be up there.
<Faren> I'll be going back soon enough.
<Caelan> Oh. Well, I won't tell.
* Caelan shrugs.
<Faren> What have you been up to since Samhain?
* Faren leans back in his chair and closes the tome.
<Caelan> Workin', you know, the usual.
* Caelan shrugs.
* Faren nods.
<Faren> I haven't really seen you in a while.
<Caelan> Nope.
<Faren> Except briefly, at Samhain.
<Caelan> I gues, yeah
<Faren> I must reluctantly admit that I was glad to hear you survived the Garou.
<Caelan> Yeha, well...
* Faren teases dryly.
* Caelan 's expression clouds over.
<Caelan> Yeah.
<Faren> If only because it spared me having to explain to your colleen.
* Caelan wonders how much Faren knows about that.
<Faren> I hope it was bearable...
<Caelan> Her name's Isabel.
<Faren> Sorry, Isabel.
* Faren shrugs.
<Caelan> 's ok... it wasn't bad...
<Caelan> </lying>
* Caelan shrugs nonchalantly.
* Faren quirks a dark eyebrow.
<Faren> Well, I won't inquire any further then. It seems to have been rather traumatic.
<Caelan> It was nothing.
* Faren nods.
<Faren> Fine, it was nothing.
<Caelan> So whatcha been doing?
<Faren> ...
<Faren> Trying to stay out of trouble, mostly.
<Caelan> Sounds pretty boring
<Faren> Far from it. It's my own private hell.
<Caelan> (why do you even *bother* trying to talk about these things with me? ^-^)
* Faren pushes the book away from him on the table.
<Caelan> Irene's that bad?
* Faren shakes his head, darkly amused.
<Faren> She's the worst.
<Caelan> I just thought she had no personality.
<Faren> Hmmm.
<Faren> Have you been in the vicinity of Aberystwyth often of late?
* Faren figures he must have, b/c of Isabel.
<Caelan> Oh, now and then
* Caelan grins.
<Faren> Why doesn't Isabel leave? It would make things easier on the two of you, wouldn't it?
<Caelan> Huh?
<Caelan> Where would she go>
<Faren> Oh, you could find a snug cottage in the countryside or something, I'm sure.
<Caelan> Her father wants her to stay there...
<Faren> Ah.
<Faren> Does he know about you?
<Caelan> Hell no
<Caelan> Are you crazy?
<Caelan> He'd shit a brick!
<Faren> Sometimes.
* Faren laughs.
<Faren> That would be sight I'd pay to see.
<Faren> Fucking Gwydaines and all their ilk.
<Faren> Except Isabel.
<Caelan> Yeah!
* Faren tags on.
<Caelan> Except ISabel!
<Caelan> :)
<Faren> (merely to appease Caelan. ^-^)
<Faren> How I'd love to see them all writhing in the dirt.
<Caelan> Anyway, I haven't had any real big problems
* Faren muses aloud.
<Caelan> I think the old hag doesn't wanna have to deal with Ace.
* Faren nods.
<Faren> Hmmmm...
<Faren> The old hag...
<Caelan> I guess according to him it's her old man ew gotta worry about more... I dunno, she's scarier.
<Faren> Too bad we're not on speaking terms...
<Caelan> Ace?
<Faren> No, the old hag and I.
<Caelan> Why?
* Faren smirks.
<Faren> Services I might be able to render.
<Caelan> What do you mean?
<Faren> But it won't happen...
<Faren> Nothing, Caelan.
<Caelan> You mean you'd fuck her?
* Caelan looks surprised and incomprehending?
<Caelan> You're nuts, man
<Faren> Nooooo.
<Faren> You are, just for thinking of that.
<Caelan> Fuck no, it'd freeze off@
<Caelan> :o
<Faren> Indeed.
<Faren> No, it's not her I'm interested in fucking. Gods forbid.
* Faren shudders.
<Caelan> Bleah. bleah bleah
<Faren> Yes. "Bleah."
<Faren> Jesus, Mary and Joseph, how could you even have thought that up?
<Caelan> Now *I* feel sick.
<Caelan> I don't know!
* Faren is still trying to get the thought out of his mind.
* Caelan is too!
<Faren> You've even got me cursing like a mortal.
<Faren> Gods, Caelan. That is foul.
* Faren shakes his head.
<Caelan> So...
<Faren> <m> Calm blue oceans...
<Caelan> Ace isn't around, looks like
<Faren> Mmm-hmm.
<Faren> He has been in and out.
<Faren> Can I pass along a message for you?
<Caelan> Mhe
<Caelan> (meh
<Caelan> Just dropping off some stuff for him...
<Caelan> I left it with some guy, you know... whatsisface, the one that looks like a turtle.
* Faren nods.
<Faren> (which one is that? :^o Or did you just make it up?)
<Caelan> (made it up :)
<Faren> How is the army coming?
<Faren> Ready to take over Eire?
<Caelan> Oh yeah, sure.
<Faren> Or have you discovered more turncoats in your ranks?
<Caelan> Nope, no more problems
<Caelan> Little shits...
* Caelan reaches behind him to scratch his back.
<Faren> (What happened to Sine and Lucas? They still alive? ^-^)
<Caelan> (yeah...)
<Caelan> (working very hard >:D)
<Faren> I've heard one was a Selkie.
<Caelan> Yeah, a right little cunt.
* Faren smirks.
<Caelan> Must be genetic.
<Faren> In her case, yes.
<Faren> I knew her father.
<Caelan> Lucky you.
<Faren> No. Not really.
<Faren> She ended up slitting him from gizzard to gut. I can't say I blame her.
<Faren> Like father, like daughter.
<Caelan> If this is gonna be some sob story about how she's a bitch because he liked to stick his dick in her, I gotta warn you, I don't give a shit
<Faren> I don't either, really.
<Faren> There's very little I give a shit about these days.
<Caelan> She's just another grunt
* Faren nods.
<Faren> Just watch it.
* Caelan snorts/
<Faren> She might end up depriving you of a few soldiers.
<Faren> You might be better off just getting rid of her now.
<Caelan> Yeah, that's something to think about
<Caelan> She is awful lippy.
<Caelan> You're right, I'll take care of that when I get back.
<Caelan> No sense in letting that oily little slut breed dissent in *my* army
<Caelan> :)
* Faren smiles, pleased.
<Faren> I don't suppose you'd let me have her skin.
<Caelan> What would you do with it?
<Faren> Give it to someone who deserves it.
<Caelan> We'll see how much is left.
* Caelan says with a shrug.
* Faren nods.
<Faren> That's all I can expect.
<Caelan> (OK, so I guess I *am* killing her)
<Faren> I believe she's of the new breed... I think hers is a leather coat.
<Caelan> Yeah, I remember it
<Faren> You ought to be able to achieve your goal without doing much damage to the skin.
<Caelan> Think it'd fit me? :D
<Faren> They do change to fit their new owners.
<Faren> But you are already a Sidhe.
<Caelan> Nah, I wuoldn't want to smell like fish all the time
<Caelan> ;D
<Faren> Hmph.
* Faren doesn't always smell like fish! :^)
<Caelan> You know, I feel more boring just standing in the doorway; let's go do something
<Faren> Why not.
* Faren stands up.
* Faren straightens his clothes out; he has lost weight, it seems.
<Caelan> Holy fuck, man, what's wrong with you?
<Caelan> You're skinnier than Ace!
* Faren smiles grimly.
<Faren> You don't want to hear about that, Caelan.
<Faren> Let's go.
<Faren> (brb, bathroom)
<Caelan> You don't have some weird fuckin' social disease.. do you?
* Caelan on the other hand, is the picture of good health, as always :D
<Faren> No.
<Faren> . o O (How dense is he? Surely he can't have forgotten.)
* Faren picks up his skin in its usual satchel and swings it onto his shoulder.
<Faren> What do you suggest?
<Caelan> I dunno.
<Caelan> Anything you want to blow up? :D
<Faren> Exploding things... happens so quickly. Boom, and it's over.
<Faren> I'd rather draw things out.
<Caelan> Oh.
<Caelan> Suit yourself.
* Caelan says with a shrug.
<Faren> But, loud noises and fire do provide a certain amount of satisfaction.
<Faren> If that is what you would like to do.
<Caelan> I don't wanna *bore* you.
* Caelan sarcastically.
<Caelan> What's *your* great idea?
<Faren> Don't worry about it.
<Faren> Very little interests me, or bores me, these days.
<Faren> I don't really *have* a great idea.
<Faren> So explosions it is.
<Faren> Lead on.
<Caelan> Man, you *are* a downer
<Caelan> Only you could suck the fun out of pipe bombs
* Faren pauses and rubs his face.
<Faren> I'm sorry Caelan.
<Faren> I'll try to live a little.
<Caelan> Well, we could go somewhere and you could get completely piss drunk, how would that be?
<Faren> Hmmm... that might work.
<Faren> Yes, I rather like that idea.
* Faren smiles.
<Caelan> AIight
<Caelan> Where to?
<Faren> There's a decent pub in town.
<Faren> If you can't stand the singing, we can bomb the place.
<Caelan> Right on!
<Faren> Although Tierney might be upset.
<Caelan> :D
* Faren heads down towards Drunshambo.
<Caelan> Tell him it was catholica
<Caelan> (catholics)
* Faren smirks.
* Caelan ambles along.
<Caelan> What?
<Caelan> (scratch that, I thought more time had passed)
<Faren> He has a fondness for the mortals in that town, actually.
<Caelan> Meh.
<Caelan> Oh well, there's always sheep.
<Faren> Indeed.
* Faren ambles down the mountainside.
* Faren whistles a chaotic-sounding tune.
<Faren> (sheep move out of the way as they proceed)
<Faren> (baaa!)
<Caelan> So what's the name of the place?
<Faren> McGillivray's
<Faren> You've never been?
* Caelan shrugs
<Caelan> meh
<Caelan> It's not like the old days
<Caelan> Bars are for shit now...
<Caelan> There's only like... irish square dancing, or whatever the fuck
* Faren raises an eyebrow.
<Caelan> Fuckin' *lame*
<Faren> You know, they do look like they have poles rammed up their arses, don't they.
<Caelan> Yeah
<Faren> <m> Might make an interesting experiment...
<Caelan> There's one place I was at one time in Old London, that was pretty cool
<Caelan> Buncha nockers running it.
<Faren> Oh yes?
<Caelan> Good stuff, down there
<Caelan> Yeah... Crush.
<Caelan> It's in the basement of a cobbler's.
<Caelan> One of those places that's bigger than it looks, know what I mean?
* Faren nods.
<Faren> Too bad I don't have Wayfare...
<Caelan> Yeh, too bad I...
<Caelan> ...
<Caelan> :o
<Faren> What?
<Caelan> Ace gave me this ring thing, see...
<Faren> Mmmm....?
* Caelan holds up his hand; he's wearing a band of dark grey metal, possibly pewter.
<Caelan> We should go sometime.
<Faren> (more likely iron! :^D )
<Caelan> (possibly ;D)
<Faren> ...
<Faren> Why not now?
<Caelan> ...uh, cause it's 3 in the afternoon/
<Faren> We can kill some time in London.
<Faren> . o O (And maybe something else.)
<Caelan> Isabel will be pissy if I go without her...
<Faren> Oh. Well, never mind then.
* Caelan scratches his head.
* Faren seems a bit annoyed.
<Caelan> What?
<Faren> Nothing.
<Faren> What will *I* do if you bring her along?
<Faren> I doubt she would find my company pleasant.
<Caelan> Well, she likes *me*, doesn't she?
<Faren> I would assume so. Your point?
<Caelan> Are you admitting you're a bigger asshole than I am? :D
<Faren> Sometimes.
<Caelan> ... oh.
<Caelan> :/
* Caelan looks perplexed.
* Faren smirks.
* Faren doesn't remember Samhain or he might say something about how Caelan was a perfect gentleman compared to him, that night. :^D
<Faren> What's wrong?
<Caelan> Nothin'.
* Caelan shrugs.
<Faren> You look confused.
<Caelan> Well
<Caelan> I want to go to london, but I also don't want to get in shit
<Faren> Ah.
<Faren> Well, how would she know?
<Faren> I won't tell her. You won't tell her.
<Caelan> She always knows :/
<Faren> Psychic, is she?
<Caelan> No, more like, I'm dumb :/
<Faren> You are not.
<Faren> A bit thickheaded at times...
<Caelan> She can like, read me, man, it's weird
<Caelan> And then it'll be all blah blah why didn't you take *me* Caelan, why did you *lie* to me Caelan
<Caelan> And then I won't get any for *weeks*!
<Caelan> Eh.
<Faren> Oh, poor you.
* Faren says, disgusted.
<Faren> . o O (I haven't had any for *months*!)
<Caelan> It's *hard*!
* Caelan complains.
<Faren> It's *hard*, is it?
<Faren> Cry me a river.
<Caelan> Nah
<Caelan> It isn't really.
<Caelan> :)
* Caelan is oblivious
<Faren> . o O (You can't *begin* to imagine what's *hard.*)
<Caelan> 'Cept, well, her friends kind of all hate me, except Kolya
<Caelan> Oh well.
* Caelan shrugs.
* Faren has turned brooding.
<Caelan> Heh heh, she's hanging out with these *satyrs* lately
<Caelan> *That* could turn out to be fun...
<Faren> Humph.
<Caelan> One of them's really cute...
<Faren> Hoping for some orgy action, are you.
<Caelan> The other one's a guy, which I'm less keen on
* Faren is pissy.
<Faren> Well, I hope it all works out for you.
* Faren says bitterly.
<Caelan> What?
<Caelan> What's the problem now?
* Faren and Caelan have reached the outskirts of Drunshambo.
<Caelan> Holy fuck, what are you, on the rag?
* Faren glowers, and looks embarrassed.
<Faren> Let's just get a drink.
<Caelan> . o O (What kind of guy wouldn't be happy that his friend had the chance to get in on some hot satyr threesome action??)
<Caelan> Yeah.
<Faren> (A guy who can't get any action himself? ^-^ Even when he *tries*? )
<Caelan> (heh... you could so, just not necessarily with Hayley)
<Faren> (Actually... he's tried. ^-^)
<Caelan> (hee... Faren fuddles himself into thinking some random chickie is Hayley... *snick*)
<Caelan> (FAREN HAS ERECTILE DYSFUNCTION!!! LOL)
<Faren> (No cigar, if you'll excuse the phallic symbolism)
<Caelan> (whoah... I just had two *mouthfuls* of Mike's and I'm already... a little... whee!)
<Faren> (lol)
<Faren> (I love Mike's)
<Caelan> (the cranberry kind is the best)
<Faren> (I've only had the normal lemonade)
<Caelan> (mm... cranberry one's better, I guarantee :)
* Faren shoves the door to the pub open.
<Caelan> (I like the regular kind too, but cranberry... mmm)
* Caelan follows him in.
<Faren> (people inside hush when they see the two guys.)
<Caelan> (what? Is it a *lesbian* pub? :D)
* Faren smiles evilly and surveys the crowd.
* Caelan looks around the room.
<Faren> (It's about half full of people; mostly men. There's a couple pretty bar wenches, though.)
<Caelan> (why are they so ascairt of us? :o)
<Caelan> Right then, let's get a seat.
<Faren> (The people go back to talking once Faren and Caelan take a seat. Some dart glances their way.)
* Caelan grins wolfishly back at the glance-darters
* Caelan sits down, and stretches out his legs.
<Caelan> Friggin' peasants, you'd think they'd never seen a cuople guys looking for a drink.
<Faren> (When I've ICed with Heather, these people recognize Anastasius somehow. Heather has made them out to be "heathens", basically. I doubt they recognize us as faeries, but we do exude a power of some sort, prolly, like Ana... )
<Faren> I told you, Tierney has a certain fondness for these people.
* Faren stretches out his long legs as well.
<Faren> (A bar wench comes over respectfully and asks what we'll have to drink.)
<Faren> Whiskey, straight please.
* Faren glances towards Caelan questioningly.
<Caelan> Oh, I'll just have some cider, or whatever you have close to that
<Faren> <Bar wench> Right, coming right up.
<Faren> <Bar wench> ... Anything else I can do?
* Caelan grins at Faren.
<Faren> * Bar wench smiles at Caelan, who is the more handsome of the two in spite of Faren's Selkie Birthright.
<Caelan> What d'you think?
* Faren shrugs.
* Faren smiles slightly.
<Faren> It's up to you, I think.
<Caelan> WHy don't you bring us our drinks and come sit down with us?
<Caelan> My friend here's having a hard time, see...
* Bar_wench smiles and glances towards Faren.
* Faren raises his eyebrows, nonplussed.
<Bar_wench> All right...
* Bar_wench smiles coyly and heads off to get the drinks.
<Faren> Why'd you do that?
<Faren> . o O (Why does this make me feel pathetic, like Tierney...)
<Faren> . o O (Oh, that's right. Because I *am*.)
<Caelan> Just trying to cheer you up, man
<Faren> She is more interested in you, and who can blame her?
<Caelan> But meh
* Caelan shrugs
<Caelan> You don't like her?
<Faren> ...
<Faren> I like very few people these days.
<Caelan> Then get rid of her...
* Bar_wench comes back with the drinks and slides in beside Faren.
* Bar_wench smiles.
<Faren> <m> Easier said than done...
<Bar_wench> So... what are your names?
<Bar_wench> I'm Jacinta...
<Caelan> I'm Caelan, and my moody friend here's Faren.
* Bar_wench smiles.
<Bar_wench> Oh, what's wrong with him?
<Caelan> Lots of things, I expect
* Bar_wench leans in towards Faren.
* Faren raises an eyebrow expressively.
<Bar_wench> You look tired.
<Bar_wench> I can help with that.
<Caelan> Yeah Faren, she can help with that
<Faren> Can you now.
* Caelan takes a drink.
* Faren sips his whiskey.
<Bar_wench> Sure...
<Bar_wench> I could give you a massage...
* Bar_wench smiles coyly.
<Faren> Ah, massages are your answer to everything, are they?
<Caelan> Couldn't hurt
<Faren> Well... a massage *does* sound nice. But I'd hate to leaves Caelan with nothing to do.
* Faren smirks.
* Caelan shrugs.
<Caelan> I can occupy myself
<Caelan> Don't you worry about nothin;
<Faren> Why don't we make it a menage a trois?
* Bar_wench turns to eye Caelan.
<Faren> . o O (He is not going to go for that.)
<Faren> . o O (I hope.)
* Bar_wench smiles.
<Bar_wench> I'd like that.
* Bar_wench slides her bare foot up Caelan's shin.
<Caelan> So sorry darlin...
<Caelan> I've got, uh... a previous engagement.
<Bar_wench> Ooooh...
* Bar_wench pouts.
<Caelan> . o O (Daaaaaaamn! :()
<Caelan> Maybe some other time, eh?
* Bar_wench looks really disappointed.
<Bar_wench> Oh.... please?
<Caelan> Cheer up sweetie... Faren's not so bad as all that
<Caelan> ...
* Bar_wench slides her bare foot higher up, to Caelan's thigh.
<Caelan> Uh, so I'm told...
<Caelan> My but you're friendly.
* Bar_wench giggles.
<Faren> Caelan, I wouldn't dream of leaving you out of it. I guess I'll have to put it off for another time myself.
<Bar_wench> Would he even survive? He looks pretty frail...
* Bar_wench bites her lip and eyes Caelan naughtily.
<Bar_wench> Unlike you...
<Caelan> I think he'd manage to pull through
* Caelan grins
* Bar_wench glances at Faren. She's really not interested in spending time with *him.*
<Caelan> . o O (not working out...)
* Faren looks back at her impassively He leans back and sips his whiskey.
* Faren shrugs.
<Faren> . o O (Phew.)
* Bar_wench turns back to Caelan and licks her lips.
<Bar_wench> Let me give you my calling card...
* Bar_wench sinks under the table.
<Caelan> ...
* Faren looks off towards the wall.
<Caelan> Hey, uh...
* Caelan has no idea how you go about *refusing* these things
<Caelan> Much as I'd like to... call you...
<Caelan> Faren and me have to get going now don't we yes we do
* Caelan says quickly, getting up
* Faren gulps his whiskey and stands up himself.
<Faren> Indeed.
* Caelan will chuck a random amount of money on the table and make a hasty retreat
* Bar_wench crawls out from under the table, embarrassed and angry.
<Faren> Better luck next time, darling.
* Faren follows Caelan.
* Caelan punches the wall outside.
<Caelan> That was fuckin' *painful*
<Faren> Having to refuse?
<Caelan> Ugh.
<Caelan> Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!
<Faren> You're a decent guy, Caelan. I never would've guessed.
* Caelan punches the wall again, with the other hand.
<Caelan> Shut uuup!
<Caelan> Feel like such a fuckin' puss
<Caelan> ...
<Caelan> >:/
<Faren> Hey... any guy can get his dick sucked. It takes a real man to say no.
* Faren looks away, ashamed maybe.
* Faren slouches off down the street.
<Caelan> Ah, fuck.
<Caelan> PRolly not as good at it anyways.
<Faren> Besides, you like fresh fruit the best, don't you?
<Faren> I can guarantee she's bruised.
<Caelan> Heh.
* Caelan shrugs.
* Faren seems kind of hollow, like he can't really get into the guy-talk thing.
<Caelan> Hey man, sorry that didn't work out...
<Caelan> I'm just trying to help. :/
<Faren> It's all right. It wouldn't have, anyway.
<Faren> I just regret only getting one drink.
<Caelan> Ace must have some stuff back at his place.
<Faren> And damn, have I fallen...
* Caelan says with a shrug.
<Faren> Don't do that to me again, would you?
<Caelan> Sor-ry
* Faren isn't really angry.
<Faren> I have my pride... what's left of it.
<Caelan> The hell ever.
<Caelan> . o O (Ya try to do something nice...)
<Faren> . o O (Don't need a pity fuck set up for me.)
<Faren> So... back to Tierney's then...
<Faren> A long walk for little recompense.
<Caelan> Guess so.
<Faren> Exploding things sounds a bit more attractive at the moment.
<Faren> . o O (LIke maybe that pub.)
<Caelan> All my stuff is there anyway
<Caelan> There and back at the base
* Faren nods.
<Faren> The *secret* base.
<Caelan> Sure
* Faren ambles back up the mountain in silence.
<Faren> I'm glad things are working out so well for you and Isabel.
* Faren says out of the blue, about halfway up.
<Caelan> huh?
<Caelan> Uh... thanks?
<Caelan> Where'd that come from?
<Faren> Self-pity, to be honest.
<Faren> I'm glad at least one of us is happy.
* Faren shrugs.
<Caelan> uhhh... kay...
* Caelan doesn't know how to deal with self-pity...
* Faren is *not* going to admit his difficulties to Caelan. ^-^
<Faren> Right, so what do you want to blow up?
<Caelan> Um yeah, she's ... nice.
<Caelan> Up to you, man
<Faren> . o O (A certain cottage might be therapeutic... but it's too far away.)
<Faren> . o O (No, actually, she loves it... and you don't want to hurt her.)
* Faren kicks a rock angrily. It doesn't move.
<Faren> Fuck it all!
<Faren> I don't know.
<Faren> Some sheep I guess.
<Faren> I have a taste for killing things.
<Caelan> Fuckin' right, sheep are a blast ;D
<Caelan> Did you hear about the time me and Ace went over to...
<Caelan> uh..
<Caelan> never mind
<Faren> What?
<Caelan> Nothin, you don't wanna know.
<Faren> ...
* Faren nods, eventually.
<Faren> You must think I am pathetic.
<Caelan> Huh?
<Faren> <m> Hung up on a wee slip of a girl...
* Faren kicks another rock.
<Caelan> 'S not your fault
<Caelan> I try not to think about it
<Caelan> . o O (Cause when I do it makes me want to puke :o)
<Faren> You are lucky that you have that luxury.
<Caelan> Mostly it works :)
* Faren shakes a strand of shaggy dark hair out of his eyes.
* Faren 's hair is getting longish 'cause he hasn't been taking much pride in his appearance of late. What's the point?
* Faren sighs.
* Caelan probably thinks you're just gorwing it out)
* Caelan doesn't really pay attention to stuff like that, esp. on guys. ;)
* Faren has a scruff as well. ^-^ He looks roguish.
* Faren and Caelan head back up to Ana's and get pipe bombs.

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BalthCat at 13:29, 12 November 2014

Ladyiolanthe: Created page with " (Ana is away for whatever reason, and we're just crashing his place. ;^D) (yay, party at Ana's) * Faren has been there for a few days, perhaps, since Samhain. *..."