h e n r y (fictitious) wrote in valesco,
@ 2008-09-11 11:46:00

Liam!
Lance was ticked off.

No, he was more than ticked off, he was peeved beyond all consequence and he had no idea what to do about it. It wasn't any one big thing, it was just all the little things piling up on top of each other and Lance was at his breaking point. The stupid ministry wouldn't put his new name on his stupid little card, even though he'd filed the paperwork months ago. Apparently name changes needed to happen for a reason and not just because you wanted a new one and his application was being sat on. So he had the stupid little card with his stupid name on it and now he couldn't find it. First he'd been out of the potion he liked to use on his hair, and so he wanted to go to Diagon Alley and buy some more but he couldn't without that card. There was no way he was going to get arrested for forgetting it.

He'd torn up his room and then their room (but he'd put that back to rights, because he felt bad for it and wasn't going to make Liam pick up after him) and was now trying to look in the kitchen but the cat was sitting on the counter and just staring at him. So Lance was standing in the doorway of the kitchen with his arms crossed, glaring at him. "I have to find that stupid thing! You need to move so I can come in here! Look, that door is open!" Lance said, pointing to the door that led to the little balcony that went off the side of the kitchen, "Just go out there for a minute and you can have your food early too." The cat just ignored Lance and he let out a frustrated growl, not realizing Liam was standing behind him and listening to him bargain with Agamemnon.

(Read comments) - (Post a new comment)

fictitious
2008-09-11 11:27 pm UTC (link)

Lance jumped at the appearance of Liam's voice, immediately taking a step back and leaning against him, involuntarily. He glared at the cat as it came toward him, and leaned into Liam some more until the cat was out of the way of the door. "Thanks," he muttered to Liam before practically leaping on the pile of mail that the cat had been blocking. He rifled through the pile once and let out a frustrated noise, nearly stomping his foot because well. This was ridiculous. He had just had it yesterday, planning on putting it in his room and then he'd gone to the ice box to - no it couldn't be in there, could it? "Stupid stupid thing," Lance grumbled to himself, digging through the pile again, this time slower and making sure to check each letter and envelope.

How hard was it to find a stupid little, indestructible card? Apparently really hard and Lance wanted to cry. He tossed the pile of mail back down and went over to the ice box, because that was apparently the last place he saw it - Lance stopped when he saw Liam standing there watching him. A wave of insecurity flashed over Lance and he suddenly felt gross - he'd taken a shower that morning but it hadn't been a really long one, and his hair looked bad and why was Liam here? "Can I help you?" Lance asked snottily, stomping over to the ice box and yanking it open, using the door to hide behind as he searched in the little shelves for a mistakenly placed identity card. "Can't you see I've lost something?"

(Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

addict
2008-09-11 11:51 pm UTC (link)

Both of Liam's eyebrows shot up, and he carefully folded his arms across his chest. His expression turned bored, and he shrugged one shoulder. He resisted the urge to snap back 'I don't know, can you' like his brother had done to him so many times. In place of it, he yawned greatly. "Actually, no. You can't," he said, keeping up the boredom as he stepped into the kitchen and crossed to the ice box. He pulled out a bottle of water and then turned back around. He twisted the top off, tossed it in the rubbish bin, and took a swig.

"Try summoning it," he told Lance as he walked out, deciding to go see where his cat went off to. He doubted Agamemnon would want his company, but at least he had a reason to be upset with Liam. So far as he could tell, Lance didn't as he'd done nothing that he knew of to cause him to act like a little snot toward him. If he wanted to be a brat, that was fine. Liam would let him. He had other things to concern himself with anyway, which he reminded himself about as he made his way down the stairs and to his study. He pushed thoughts of Lance and his bitchiness and his search out of his mind, replacing it with bills that needed to be paid and how he still needed a new personal assistant as well as going over a few other things he really didn't want to think about. But there was no time like the present he told himself and shut the door behind him, deciding he'd tackle the bills first.

(Reply to this)(Parent)

(Read comments) -

scribbld is part of the horse.13 network
Design by Jimmy B.
Logo created by hitsuzen.
Scribbld System Status