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Feb. 15th, 2005 01:36 am | You scored as Pride.
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*chuckles* Well, they do call me Midir the Proud.
Feb. 15th, 2005
*chuckles* Well, they do call me Midir the Proud.
[For Daniel]
Feb. 15th, 2005 07:34 pmThere was black smoke coming out of the oven. That could not be good. He opened it, wrinkling his nose in disgust at the remnants of what was supposed to be dinner.
He threw it out and cleared the room with a word. Right. Take out it was, then. He'd discovered the wonders of it immediately, including the wonderful service that brought him food from almost any restaurant in town.
He wandered through the spacious loft apartment. His instruments were set up in one corner, waiting on a full band to practice. A grand piano, several guitars, flutes, a new violin that he didn't quite have the hang of yet. Drums that were just fun to bang on. The stereo system had a place of honor along one wall. He pushed a button and music flowed through the apartment like water over stones, simple, flooding. He closed his eyes and just listened, forgetting everything for a few minutes.
It was too cold to open the French windows out onto the balcony, but the lights of the city shone in as he lounged on the couch and phoned the take out taxi people. A few moments later he'd ordered them up a nice dinner, guaranteed to be there in an hour or less. He was skeptical about that part, but he shrugged.
Shoes off, wandering across the carpet to the wine rack, he decanted a bottle, pouring himself an early glass. Back to the sofa, the music turned up just a hair, he lay back with his eyes closed and listened, waiting for Daniel.
He threw it out and cleared the room with a word. Right. Take out it was, then. He'd discovered the wonders of it immediately, including the wonderful service that brought him food from almost any restaurant in town.
He wandered through the spacious loft apartment. His instruments were set up in one corner, waiting on a full band to practice. A grand piano, several guitars, flutes, a new violin that he didn't quite have the hang of yet. Drums that were just fun to bang on. The stereo system had a place of honor along one wall. He pushed a button and music flowed through the apartment like water over stones, simple, flooding. He closed his eyes and just listened, forgetting everything for a few minutes.
It was too cold to open the French windows out onto the balcony, but the lights of the city shone in as he lounged on the couch and phoned the take out taxi people. A few moments later he'd ordered them up a nice dinner, guaranteed to be there in an hour or less. He was skeptical about that part, but he shrugged.
Shoes off, wandering across the carpet to the wine rack, he decanted a bottle, pouring himself an early glass. Back to the sofa, the music turned up just a hair, he lay back with his eyes closed and listened, waiting for Daniel.
