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Author: Elijah |
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Date Posted: 14:27:32 01/13/11 Thu In reply to: Telcoltl 's message, ":-: and his little brother! :-:" on 19:53:43 01/11/11 Tue Eliah rose to his feet before the words were out of the barista's mouth- right on schedule to collide with one of the two year olds, who was rampaging about his latte being decaf or something equally as stupid. Hey, kid, when I was your age... People threw their babies off cliffs and, uh, stuff. Haven't you read Oedipus Rex? You've got it easy, bucko. Ignoring the mother's outraged threats of a lawsuit, Elijah slid off his glasses and crossed towards the counter to pick up his coffee. It was then, of course, that he spotted his younger brother. Speaking of spoiled small children... Hmph. He raised an eyebrow and his best to look a) non-plussed and b) like he hadn't seen the kid. Honestly, there was only so much he could handle in the course of one morning. The lady in the suite beneath him had been pirating his internet AND cable and his bill was twice as large so now he had to find a way to get back at her, his landlord had informed him that, no, it isn't acceptable to throw things down the laundry chutes as a means of expressing your frustration (it was a clockradio! and it was just because the damn alarm wouldn't stop, it wasn't like he was a pyro or anything). (Okay, he was a pyro, but still. He hadn't lit his house on fire yet, had he? No. Pfft). "I swear to the gods," he murmured under his breath, rubbing at his temples with his mittened hands, "if he comes anywhere near me..." He'd glower. A lot. Because, of course, Telcotl was bloody perfect, wasn't he? And throwing him across the patisserie and into the street, squashing pre-pubescent girls and desperate housewife wannabees was not going to cut it with Dimiti. Arrggh why couldn't they be in Dublin!? Dimitri hated Dublin, damnit. Now if the stupid brat came over here... ARRRGH LADY THAT WAS MY FOOT, WHAT THE- Hell. He should have gone to Dunkin' Doughnuts. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] |
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| :-:If you mean good looks, you need to find a mirror and readjust your opinion:-: | Telcoltl | 19:14:33 01/13/11 Thu |
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