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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Mar 6, 2016 0:02:15 GMT -5
Herbert swanned into his home - his father's home, specifically; Alex had acquired some new place Herbert hadn't been to yet, but assured him he could think of it as their own little nest nonetheless - with the same airs he had carried for several centuries. (They were slightly stale from lack of circulation.)
It wasn't entirely out of place; somehow or other, a slightly larger than life way of carrying oneself had come back in vogue in a big way, just as big hair had again come en vogue. Oh, but they hadn't had this Aquanet stuff back in the 1700s, though! Sometimes he pitied the poor dears who hadn't lived long enough. He had known ever such a lot of people who'd have loved all the new things....But vati didn't like him to turn people, so he didn't.
Rather uncharitable, since half of the graveyard was poor girls daddy hadn't liked half so much as Herbert had ever liked anybody. But his father was more than charitable in every other way. Herbert shouldn't dwell on his few complaints.
Hanging up his beloved coat upon the rack in the foyer he first started to notice the disconcerting new smells. One was a pretty vanilla rose with a graceful feminine curl of leather. The other incongruously gruesome: burning hair. Alex would say something adorable like "Yikes!" Herbert just frowned deeply.
"Vati?" he called, raising his voice as he came in, absently pushing his enormous hair with his fingers to be sure it was still enormous (it was). He hoped the old man was all right...
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Post by Graf von Krolock on Mar 6, 2016 3:10:06 GMT -5
"It's all right, my boy," Johannes called from the parlor. "Glad to have you home."
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Mar 6, 2016 3:13:16 GMT -5
Squinting, though not for lack of light to see by, Herbert wandered into his father's parlor, dramatically plucking the gloves from his hands.
"Sooo, you're in here," he said, loud voice filling up the whole room.
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Post by Graf von Krolock on Mar 6, 2016 3:14:56 GMT -5
Johannes turned around in his seat before the fire.
"You were out longer than usual."
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Mar 6, 2016 3:30:41 GMT -5
"Oh pooh," he said dismissively. "Let me look at your hair-"
He was across the room nosily and letting out a bellow in alarm before a word of protest could be had.
"What did you dooo?"
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Post by Graf von Krolock on Mar 6, 2016 3:35:02 GMT -5
Johannes laughed, and it was more like a dry cough.
"Just a bit of trouble with the out of doors. Nothing to worry your head about."
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Mar 6, 2016 3:39:11 GMT -5
"You went into the sun? What's wrong with you?" If his voice had been capable of shrillness, it would have reached great heights now. Sadly, Herbert possessed a great barrel of a chest and his voice had, after a mighty struggle, in puberty dropped a stubborn couple of octaves and never more budged.
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Post by Graf von Krolock on Mar 6, 2016 3:41:25 GMT -5
"I was following a girl," said Johannes, with a dismissive handwave. "I forgot myself in the moment."
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Mar 6, 2016 3:42:45 GMT -5
"Oh, a girl, there are so many I'll never guess," his son groaned, holding his hand over his eyes in an eerie facsimile of the father himself.
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Post by Graf von Krolock on Mar 6, 2016 3:43:48 GMT -5
"You win," he groaned. "It was Teja."
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Mar 6, 2016 3:45:23 GMT -5
"I knew it was her," said Herbert, petulant with disgust; "I'm not that dumb!"
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Post by Graf von Krolock on Mar 6, 2016 3:46:48 GMT -5
"You aren't dumb at all, my boy," Johannes said as he stood and turned to face him properly.
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Mar 6, 2016 3:47:25 GMT -5
"I know that too," he mumbled, not quite loud enough to be heard.
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Post by Graf von Krolock on Mar 6, 2016 4:03:19 GMT -5
"You're far too hard on yourself, lad. You really ought to work on improving that," Johannes continued obliviously, pushing his own soot-tipped hair back over his shoulder.
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Mar 6, 2016 4:04:41 GMT -5
"You had her over and you frightened her off and you chased after her," Herbert talked loudly over his father. "Did she come back?"
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