your highness your ways are very strange

[xenophilius]

Who: Xenophilius Lovegood and You
What: A day in the life.
Where: Variously; the Valhalla Inn, the streets of Mog Hill, the Queequeg's coffee house, and a bonus time/place of your choosing.
When: Vaguely within the last week of Velldaren. Whatev'.
Notes: A basic day in the life style post, and open to everyone ever.
Warnings: Xeno.

See my thread starts for tag openings!

Comments

[aviophobia]

"Real ones." That's definitely flat doubt in his voice. "Real versions of the little plastic thingers that my grandma had in her yard. And their saliva is useful."

Saliva as a useful thing is not foreign to him. Garden gnome saliva is.

"Yeah, it kinda does sound ludicrous. Do they still have the little hats?"

god, my lateness everywhere.

[xenophilius]

"Well, one would assume that wee statues are made to model after something else," Xeno offers, mildly, hands still locked together but head tilting in some gesture. "In the same way stories hold a little truth to them, rumours beginning somewhere. You must look past what is initially apparent, doctor."

A beat. What were they talking about? Oh right-- "I suppose they'd like hats, wouldn't they? I don't think it would tamper with the effects of the saliva much."

it's okay, i'm really slow too.

[aviophobia]

"No," McCoy agrees, still clearly in over his head but flailing for the surface anyway, his confusion apparent in his eyes and in the rapidly deepening furrow of his brow. He has, he realizes, lost complete control over the conversation, because now they're apparently discussing the effect that hats have on saliva and what has his life become. "No, I don't think hats do, normally."

He checks his CiD for the time. "Uh, listen, I gotta get back to Hellsing. It's been... " A hesitation. "A conversation with you, Mr. Lovegood."

ok that made me gigglefit.

[xenophilius]

"Hellsing!"

Oh no, that sounds dangerously close to a renewed conversation. "You as well, then? The Guild of Battling Preternatural Horrors." This is recited with an almost schoolboy-like interest, hands pressed together despite the crush of his journalistic literature to his chest. "I dare say you'll encounter a bit more magic than a simple Summoning Charm, but if you have any questions, I've already informed Hellboy he is free to contact me."

At least, actually, Xeno feels prepared to let McCoy extricate himself.

happy to help

[aviophobia]

"Yeah, I've come across some of it," McCoy agrees cautiously, not sure if he should get more into this just in case it leads to talking to Lovegood longer. He's still confused as hell over Patronawhatevers, but he suspects that if he asked him, he would be even more confused, and probably angry, too. "I'll be sure to let Hellboy know if anything crops up that I can't understand."

This is a lie.