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Post by Loki Odinsson on Dec 16, 2013 7:45:51 GMT -5
Loki opened his mouth to say something, but something began blaring the chorus of "Magic Dance" from his pocket.
"Who-"
He opened the viewscreen and scowled. He didn't recognize the number.
"Excuse me for a moment."
He stepped into the next room and did his best to sound like a reasonable human being.
"Hello?"
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Post by Graf von Krolock on Dec 16, 2013 7:47:01 GMT -5
"Mr. Ashton?"
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Post by Loki Odinsson on Dec 16, 2013 7:47:51 GMT -5
Oh, fuck everything.
"Yes?" Loki said, affecting a very bright smile before he remembered he didn't have to.
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Post by Graf von Krolock on Dec 16, 2013 7:49:06 GMT -5
"This is Johannes von Krolock. I hope I am not catching you and your dear fiancée at a poor time-"
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Post by Loki Odinsson on Dec 16, 2013 7:51:00 GMT -5
"She's not here," said Loki. "She's working. I'm..."
He glanced toward the kitchen.
"...catching up with family."
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Post by Meg Giry on Dec 16, 2013 7:54:50 GMT -5
Meg nimbly hopped down from the counter and began looking through the fridge to pick out what she wanted on her sandwich, smiling up at Thor more genuinely this time. He was very large, yes, but also exuded kindness in his every gesture. He made her feel safe. It was nice.
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Post by Graf von Krolock on Dec 16, 2013 7:57:34 GMT -5
"Ah, yes. How good it is to know you are not entirely alone in this world, as I feared. To be without family..."
He glanced at Herbert's large form draped on the couch, where the younger vampire was idly playing with his own hair.
"...is an intolerable proposition."
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Dec 16, 2013 7:58:33 GMT -5
Herbert craned his neck back to look at his father and grinned eye-scrunchingly broadly.
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Post by Graf von Krolock on Dec 16, 2013 8:01:41 GMT -5
Krolock approached the end of the couch and lightly ruffled Herbert's fine, whitened hair.
"I shall not keep you long, then," he said. "I desired only to extend my apologies for the disastrousness of our night at the opera, and invite you both to dinner at your leisure."
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Post by Loki Odinsson on Dec 16, 2013 8:04:17 GMT -5
It was all Loki could do to not crush the phone in his hand.
"I... with all due respect, I believe there may be certain concerns of... friction... between your-"
Offspring? Spawn?
"-son and Teja and myself."
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Post by Graf von Krolock on Dec 16, 2013 8:05:22 GMT -5
Krolock's jaw tensed, and his hand paused mid-stroke.
"Herbert does not mean to offend, Mr. Ashton."
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Dec 16, 2013 8:06:30 GMT -5
Herbert sensed he was being talked about and sat up, very suddenly.
"Tell that skinny little cockroach I'm sick-" he hissed, teeth gritted.
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Post by Graf von Krolock on Dec 16, 2013 8:07:25 GMT -5
"His health is poor," Krolock said smoothly, with a placating pat on Herbert's shoulder.
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Post by Loki Odinsson on Dec 16, 2013 8:08:25 GMT -5
Loki bit back wondering aloud if that was even possible when one was already dead.
"Then perhaps for his sake-"
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Post by Graf von Krolock on Dec 16, 2013 8:10:15 GMT -5
"Very well," said Krolock. "Then I shall trouble you no further, Mr. Ashton. Enjoy the gift of your family."
He set the receiver back on the hook and glanced down at Herbert again, with a long, composed sigh.
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