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Ten years too late.
Jun. 25th, 2012 02:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wwistfulWHO: Murdoc and Constance.
TONE: Default tone for Murdoc is awkward.
RATING: PG-13 or higher for mentions of baby making
WHEN: A few days before the teacher trip.
WHERE: Some classy wizard cafe in some classy wizard street.
WHAT: Murdoc hasn't seen Constance since previously mentioned baby making, they have some catching up to do.
Murdoc was early, of course. He hadn't exactly slept the night before the long awaited meeting, so he'd been up fairly early. He'd been quick to stride into the fireplace and made himself just an entire hour early, most of which he had spent pacing around the streets.
He was beginging to regret meeting for breakfast and not dinner, he wasn't sure if he could stomach anything weaker than alcohol right now. Perhaps that was a good thing, getting drunk would be unbecoming.
Finally, once he had wasted that hour, his pacing came to a stop outside the cafe. He has the posture of an angry statue as he stares into the crowds, waiting for a face he hoped was still familiar.
TONE: Default tone for Murdoc is awkward.
RATING: PG-13 or higher for mentions of baby making
WHEN: A few days before the teacher trip.
WHERE: Some classy wizard cafe in some classy wizard street.
WHAT: Murdoc hasn't seen Constance since previously mentioned baby making, they have some catching up to do.
Murdoc was early, of course. He hadn't exactly slept the night before the long awaited meeting, so he'd been up fairly early. He'd been quick to stride into the fireplace and made himself just an entire hour early, most of which he had spent pacing around the streets.
He was beginging to regret meeting for breakfast and not dinner, he wasn't sure if he could stomach anything weaker than alcohol right now. Perhaps that was a good thing, getting drunk would be unbecoming.
Finally, once he had wasted that hour, his pacing came to a stop outside the cafe. He has the posture of an angry statue as he stares into the crowds, waiting for a face he hoped was still familiar.
