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[duke-roger.livejournal.com]

Roger strolls in.

Does there need to be any further description?

No, I think not.

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[duke-roger.livejournal.com]

Roger eyes him. And shrugs.

"Actually I was hoping for midway between a stroll and a saunter, but my legs had a different idea."

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

*Does that mean he was...sauntering vaguely strollward?! Aha! Aha! Ahahahaha! ...ha?

How do you *facepalm* within an action asterisk?

Plainly, I am a loser at LIFE.*

Do they often have minds of their own, then?

[duke-roger.livejournal.com]

Roger shrugs. "No more than my hands, or my..." He looks vaguely to the right and hums, trailing off. "...knees."

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

*Thom is not amused. He smacks Roger for that one.* Sure.

[duke-roger.livejournal.com]

Roger bites back a grin.

"Hello, Thom dear."

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

What've you been up to?

[duke-roger.livejournal.com]

Roger smiles broadly. It reveals nothing.

"Great heights, my lad. Great heights."

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

You're too tall.

*as an afterthought* And I'm not your dear.

[duke-roger.livejournal.com]

Roger shrugs. "Height is useful, when it comes to certain things."

*looking down tenderly at Thom*

"No? All right then, sweet."

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

*frowns* Stop it.

[duke-roger.livejournal.com]

Roger shrugs. "All right."