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April 2, 2008 -- Chicago
Epimetheus never came back to Prometheus' apartment last night. That's not that odd.
But him sauntering through the door this morning, whistling, in an almost cliche display of insufferable smugness? That kind of is.
But him sauntering through the door this morning, whistling, in an almost cliche display of insufferable smugness? That kind of is.
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Okay, give him a couple of moments. He's blinking rather furiously.
Maybe he thinks it looks like a withering glare.
"...what did you marry?"
Please let it a pool table or something.
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"I think she'd be offended to hear you call her a what."
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And that's saying something, mind.
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This is only because he's not drinking something.
"Sometimes these things just sort of happen around Coyote," he's forced to admit.
She got him to do full drag karaoke somehow, after all.
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The realization hits him rather like a wet towel to the head.
"You've been bumping uglies. With Coyote." His lips quirk before he can stop them. "Making the beast with two backs."
Or, you know, depending on the position, however many.
You know what, he doesn't want to know that part.
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"Let me tell you, she can--"
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Thwack!
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He dodges around his brother into the living room.
"Whatsa matter, bro? Jealous?"
--Notice that he's very hastily arming himself with a couch pillow now.
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He stops, and lets his arms drop to his side.
"I need a cigarette," he announces. He really, really does.
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"Aw, you're just paranoid."
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Prometheus rifles through the stuff piling up on all his available surfaces. "Dammit," he mutters. He's coming up empty. Which really just makes him need the smokes more.
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Or amusement.
You know, whichever.
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"I can take care of myself, man. It's not like it's the first time I've been married."
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It's not entirely clear which of those offends Prometheus the most.
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Beat. He lowers the couch cushion a little.
"I offered to shake hands with her and the next thing I knew I had Coyote's hand, we were dripping whiskey, and Lilly Kane was reciting some language even I don't know."
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"You're a Titan. Not to pull rank or anything, but come on. You're a Titan."
The corner of his mouth twitches. It's not anything like a smile, though, no sir.
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His expression becomes pained.
"Man, was it our whiskey?"
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Look how interesting the floor is!
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"I'm gonna finish with this shave, and then I am going to pick up some cigarettes. You're coming with me, by the way -- I don't trust you not to find that you've spilled something and gotten married to some appliance or something by the time I get back."
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