the Common Room

[02maxwell.livejournal.com]

[[continued from here, where Duo has been possessed by the ghost of Hamlet's father]]

MURDER MOST FOUL!

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[02maxwell.livejournal.com]

*at Hamlet's words, especially the mention of Mr. Canute Mimir Fluffypants, he suddenly and violently jerks upward, hitting his head soundly on the table he's under*

OW!!

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

*Squats down to look under the table.*

Father? Duo? Are you alright?

[02maxwell.livejournal.com]

*puts a hand on his aching head and stares up at Hamlet incredulously*

Wha--WHAT in the hell was that?!?

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

*Sighs. Doesn't really want to explain how messed up and paranormal his family is.*

That was my father.

[02maxwell.livejournal.com]

*climbs out from underneath the table, still looking shell-shocked*

That. Was messed up. Man. I've never. That. *gestures wildly*

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

*Is starting to get thoughtful again.*

Quite probably. He has never gone that far before, however. But he does have a point. The time is out of joint. O cursed spite, That ever I was born to set it right.

*sighs*

You look tired. Shall we go back to our room for the night?

[02maxwell.livejournal.com]

*nods* Bed. Yes.

*thinks* You know, all that crap he was sayin'? I'm sure somewhere in there he's prolly right about somethin', but mosta it was total crap. Don't let him getcha down, buddy. *offers a grin*

*realizes he's still holding the ladle, shakes his head and tosses it*

Definitely bed.

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

*Takes in Duo's advice, but has already gone down the emo spiral.*

I can't help feeling that I've been a bad son, by letting him down and letting that janus-faced satyr continue his reign. If only my mind didn't think so much on these things.

*Picks up the ladle for later.*

But yes, to bed.