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gondolindrim2013-03-31 03:25 pm
celegorm) wrote in gondolindrim2013-03-31 03:25 pm
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The one where Turgon looks for dog hair
Turgon and his puppy showed up here. At least Huan had fun. I felt like I was being interviewed for a low-paying job. Whatever. I guess I passed the test because he finally left. And I'm getting a phone.
Turgon: *affixes a tiny collar and long thin leash to Idril3* Come on. I need to do this before the next crisis hits.
Idril3: *barkbarkbark run*
Turgon: *heads to Celegorm's home to give him strict Lio instructions*
Idril3: *happy puppy noises heard before Lio even knocks*
Celegorm: *opens door, folds arms over chest* I thought you'd be showing up here at some point.
Huan: *sniffs at Idril3 and wags tail*
Idril3: :D *headbutts Huan fearlessly with 'just met you and I love you' affection*
Turgon: And I'll be showing up more during Lio's recovery.
Huan: *tail wagging furiously, picks up Idril3 by the scruff of his neck and carries him inside to play* [Oh BOY! New friend!!]
Celegorm: Like hell you will. The healers told me he needs to rest. All you will do is bring work and drag him out of bed and....*sees Huan trot past with the puppy*...dammit...*steps inside to retrieve puppy*
Idril3: *confused, but rolling with it*
Turgon: gah! *chases after, thinks Huan's going to eat Idril3*
Celegorm: Huan! Put the puppy down.
Huan: *drops Idril3 and noses him* Woof! [Friend! He's fat and rolly.] *noses him again*
Celegorm: *grins and watches Turu freak out*
Turgon: *picks up his puppy and holds tight* Your monsterdog was going to eat him!
Idril3: [bye, new friend!]
Celegorm: *laughs and scratches Huan's ears* They were playing. That's what dogs do...they play. Unclench.
Turgon: what am I supposed to think when he stuffs Idril3 into his mouth? And I AM going to be seeing Lio. I am both his king and his best friend. You're not keeping him locked away for whatever idiot plans you have.
Huan: *whines up at Idril3* [Play?] *crouches down and yips, then spins in a circle* [Let's play!]
Celegorm: Why don't you just ask Idril3 if he's having fun? Oh, right. You can't. Shame. *shakes his head* That poor dog. Frankly, I'm surprised he's not stuffed in a desk drawer somewhere next to a pile of paperwork. As for Lio, you're certainly welcome to see him. I'll set up some visiting hours and let you know when they are, but you are NOT going to be over here every time the sun rises. He's a patient and he's here to rest. End of story
Turgon: *annoyed look* my dog is a happy dog. And I'm coming by to make sure YOU let Lio rest. He'll have a phone to tell me if you're derelict in your duties.
Idril3: [want to plaaaay]
Celegorm: *cocks an eyebrow* Just what is it that you think I'm going to do to Lio? I plan to do nothing but pamper him...bring him books, feed him rabbit stew, rub his feet, maybe indulge in a sponge bath or two. That sort of thing. *grins* And what is a phone?
Turgon: vegetables too. Feed him those. Huan won't eat Idril3, right? *noticing how his puppy is straining to get to Huan* and I'll have to show you the phone
Celegorm: Huan will not eat the puppy. *to Huan [Don't eat the puppy.]
Huan: *barks happily* [Noo! I want to play!] *digs a chew toy from under the sofa and drops it at Turgon's feet, tail wagging*
Celegorm: Veggies. Got it. As long as you leave the paperwork and general office gripes back in your office. The minute I see a frown line on his face, I'll toss your ass out of here.
Turgon: like to see you try. Technically, this is my house. *sets Idril3 down*
Idril3: *wrestles the chewtoy*
Turgon: *pulls out the phone* this is the phone
Celegorm: That can be arranged. I don't think there is any shortage of people who'd side with me if it means keeping Lio healthy.*eyes the phone* What does it do?
Huan: *bites other end of chew toy and tugs back*
Idril3: *might as well be weightless*
Turgon: it lets me talk to people far away
Celegorm: How does it work? *skeptical*
Turgon: *demonstrates, clicking the button and saying* Gelgannel
Gelgannel: *jumps when that damn metal thing starts making noise beside him and answers* sir?
Celegorm: *eyes wide* Wow. So you can talk to anyone else who has one of those phones? I want one.
Turgon: you ask me for a favour? *raises an eyebrow*
Idril3: *moves onto wrestling Huan's paw*
Huan: *noses Idril3 over onto his back and licks his belly*
Celegorm: If you want to know how Lio is doing, you'll give me one of those phones. Otherwise, you'll have to just wonder until visiting hours begin.
Turgon: I'm giving HIM a phone. He's the captain of the guard.
Idril3: *wiggles joyously*
Celegorm: He's going to be on bed rest, which means no phone. No work. No phoning him and asking for scheduling advice for the guards.
Huan: *yips and dashes into the kitchen* [Chase me!]
Idril3: *waddleruns after him!* [gonna get you!]
Turgon: You are steadily never getting a phone.
Celegorm: Fine. Enjoy wondering how Lio is doing. Let your imagination run wild, because you're not calling here after hours unless I have a phone.
Turgon: *trying to go to his happy place of strangling Celegorm in his head* It's nice that you think you can stop me. Where's his room? I want to see if it's done up well enough.
Celegorm: It's cute for you to think that I can't. My guest room is just fine, but he might be staying in my room. I will let him choose.
Turgon: Let me see the guest room, then.
Celegorm: *opens a door* This is it. *basic bed, dresser, nightstand. Linens look clean. No dog hair*
Turgon: *glances around like he's looking for any excuse to say Celegorm can't have Lio*
Celegorm: *leans against doorframe, waiting for the inevitable criticism, wry smile*
Turgon: I don't think he should go to your room.
Celegorm: I'll let him decide that. Whatever he thinks will help, I will do, even if it means cuddling. *grins*
Turgon: You're going to open up all his stitches. Maybe he should stay at the palace...
Celegorm: He's staying here. I've already arranged things.
Turgon: are you trying to act like some real lover to him?
Celegorm: *blinks* The status of our relationship is none of your business.
Turgon: just asking. I mean, history isn't on your side for that. *checking to make sure things are really clean*
Celegorm: I know that. I do care about him, though.
turgon: I suppose your house won't be TOO bad. *frowning* And maybe I will give you a phone. It would be useful while you're out hunting, to keep in contact.
Celegorm: *amused grin* That's very thoughtful of you.
Turgon: I just don't want to stress out Lio with us fighting, because you're an ass.
Celegorm: *laughs* Okay, whatever.
Huan: *chases Idril3 past the open door* Woof!
Idril3: *scampers betweeen Turgon's legs*
Celegorm: *grabs Huan by the scruff of his neck* That's enough playing. It's time for Idril3 and Turgon to leave. *pointed look*
Huan: *tail droops*
Idril3: *confused why he wasn't followed and whines*
Turgon: *scoops up his puppy* he'd better heal here.
Celegorm: He will. I'll take very good care of him. I know you don't believe me, but I will.
Turgon: good. He's had a stressful time. *hushes his whining puppy and heads out*
Celegorm: *rolls his eyes and shuts the door behind Turu*
Huan: Woof! [can Idril3 come back and play?]
Celegorm: I wouldn't count on it.
Turgon: *affixes a tiny collar and long thin leash to Idril3* Come on. I need to do this before the next crisis hits.
Idril3: *barkbarkbark run*
Turgon: *heads to Celegorm's home to give him strict Lio instructions*
Idril3: *happy puppy noises heard before Lio even knocks*
Celegorm: *opens door, folds arms over chest* I thought you'd be showing up here at some point.
Huan: *sniffs at Idril3 and wags tail*
Idril3: :D *headbutts Huan fearlessly with 'just met you and I love you' affection*
Turgon: And I'll be showing up more during Lio's recovery.
Huan: *tail wagging furiously, picks up Idril3 by the scruff of his neck and carries him inside to play* [Oh BOY! New friend!!]
Celegorm: Like hell you will. The healers told me he needs to rest. All you will do is bring work and drag him out of bed and....*sees Huan trot past with the puppy*...dammit...*steps inside to retrieve puppy*
Idril3: *confused, but rolling with it*
Turgon: gah! *chases after, thinks Huan's going to eat Idril3*
Celegorm: Huan! Put the puppy down.
Huan: *drops Idril3 and noses him* Woof! [Friend! He's fat and rolly.] *noses him again*
Celegorm: *grins and watches Turu freak out*
Turgon: *picks up his puppy and holds tight* Your monsterdog was going to eat him!
Idril3: [bye, new friend!]
Celegorm: *laughs and scratches Huan's ears* They were playing. That's what dogs do...they play. Unclench.
Turgon: what am I supposed to think when he stuffs Idril3 into his mouth? And I AM going to be seeing Lio. I am both his king and his best friend. You're not keeping him locked away for whatever idiot plans you have.
Huan: *whines up at Idril3* [Play?] *crouches down and yips, then spins in a circle* [Let's play!]
Celegorm: Why don't you just ask Idril3 if he's having fun? Oh, right. You can't. Shame. *shakes his head* That poor dog. Frankly, I'm surprised he's not stuffed in a desk drawer somewhere next to a pile of paperwork. As for Lio, you're certainly welcome to see him. I'll set up some visiting hours and let you know when they are, but you are NOT going to be over here every time the sun rises. He's a patient and he's here to rest. End of story
Turgon: *annoyed look* my dog is a happy dog. And I'm coming by to make sure YOU let Lio rest. He'll have a phone to tell me if you're derelict in your duties.
Idril3: [want to plaaaay]
Celegorm: *cocks an eyebrow* Just what is it that you think I'm going to do to Lio? I plan to do nothing but pamper him...bring him books, feed him rabbit stew, rub his feet, maybe indulge in a sponge bath or two. That sort of thing. *grins* And what is a phone?
Turgon: vegetables too. Feed him those. Huan won't eat Idril3, right? *noticing how his puppy is straining to get to Huan* and I'll have to show you the phone
Celegorm: Huan will not eat the puppy. *to Huan [Don't eat the puppy.]
Huan: *barks happily* [Noo! I want to play!] *digs a chew toy from under the sofa and drops it at Turgon's feet, tail wagging*
Celegorm: Veggies. Got it. As long as you leave the paperwork and general office gripes back in your office. The minute I see a frown line on his face, I'll toss your ass out of here.
Turgon: like to see you try. Technically, this is my house. *sets Idril3 down*
Idril3: *wrestles the chewtoy*
Turgon: *pulls out the phone* this is the phone
Celegorm: That can be arranged. I don't think there is any shortage of people who'd side with me if it means keeping Lio healthy.*eyes the phone* What does it do?
Huan: *bites other end of chew toy and tugs back*
Idril3: *might as well be weightless*
Turgon: it lets me talk to people far away
Celegorm: How does it work? *skeptical*
Turgon: *demonstrates, clicking the button and saying* Gelgannel
Gelgannel: *jumps when that damn metal thing starts making noise beside him and answers* sir?
Celegorm: *eyes wide* Wow. So you can talk to anyone else who has one of those phones? I want one.
Turgon: you ask me for a favour? *raises an eyebrow*
Idril3: *moves onto wrestling Huan's paw*
Huan: *noses Idril3 over onto his back and licks his belly*
Celegorm: If you want to know how Lio is doing, you'll give me one of those phones. Otherwise, you'll have to just wonder until visiting hours begin.
Turgon: I'm giving HIM a phone. He's the captain of the guard.
Idril3: *wiggles joyously*
Celegorm: He's going to be on bed rest, which means no phone. No work. No phoning him and asking for scheduling advice for the guards.
Huan: *yips and dashes into the kitchen* [Chase me!]
Idril3: *waddleruns after him!* [gonna get you!]
Turgon: You are steadily never getting a phone.
Celegorm: Fine. Enjoy wondering how Lio is doing. Let your imagination run wild, because you're not calling here after hours unless I have a phone.
Turgon: *trying to go to his happy place of strangling Celegorm in his head* It's nice that you think you can stop me. Where's his room? I want to see if it's done up well enough.
Celegorm: It's cute for you to think that I can't. My guest room is just fine, but he might be staying in my room. I will let him choose.
Turgon: Let me see the guest room, then.
Celegorm: *opens a door* This is it. *basic bed, dresser, nightstand. Linens look clean. No dog hair*
Turgon: *glances around like he's looking for any excuse to say Celegorm can't have Lio*
Celegorm: *leans against doorframe, waiting for the inevitable criticism, wry smile*
Turgon: I don't think he should go to your room.
Celegorm: I'll let him decide that. Whatever he thinks will help, I will do, even if it means cuddling. *grins*
Turgon: You're going to open up all his stitches. Maybe he should stay at the palace...
Celegorm: He's staying here. I've already arranged things.
Turgon: are you trying to act like some real lover to him?
Celegorm: *blinks* The status of our relationship is none of your business.
Turgon: just asking. I mean, history isn't on your side for that. *checking to make sure things are really clean*
Celegorm: I know that. I do care about him, though.
turgon: I suppose your house won't be TOO bad. *frowning* And maybe I will give you a phone. It would be useful while you're out hunting, to keep in contact.
Celegorm: *amused grin* That's very thoughtful of you.
Turgon: I just don't want to stress out Lio with us fighting, because you're an ass.
Celegorm: *laughs* Okay, whatever.
Huan: *chases Idril3 past the open door* Woof!
Idril3: *scampers betweeen Turgon's legs*
Celegorm: *grabs Huan by the scruff of his neck* That's enough playing. It's time for Idril3 and Turgon to leave. *pointed look*
Huan: *tail droops*
Idril3: *confused why he wasn't followed and whines*
Turgon: *scoops up his puppy* he'd better heal here.
Celegorm: He will. I'll take very good care of him. I know you don't believe me, but I will.
Turgon: good. He's had a stressful time. *hushes his whining puppy and heads out*
Celegorm: *rolls his eyes and shuts the door behind Turu*
Huan: Woof! [can Idril3 come back and play?]
Celegorm: I wouldn't count on it.
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