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[cheevy.livejournal.com]

Here is a Miniver. He's out of the infirmary, but one might say... not exactly looking spectacular.

He's sprawling more or less in a booth. Possibly he ended up here stopping to rest on his way to his room and forgot to move again. Or something.

There's a little enchanted model dragon skulking around the table and apparently trying to boil the glass of water a rat deposited on the table at some point, which is being ignored in favor of a book, which Miniver is sometimes reading, and sometimes staring off into space distractedly.

Come say hi to the recovering alcoholic.

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[cheevy.livejournal.com]

"Sure it is. People deserve to be taken care of. Anyway, I like you. I'd look for you. Well, a lot of people might but... I'd notice if you were gone."

[hysteriaprone.livejournal.com]

Roderick can't help but smile.

"Thank you, Miniver. You're a true friend."

Not like that jerk he invited over! That coward! He ran. He didn't even stop to sort through the rubble! Bastard!

That was entirely the mun.

[cheevy.livejournal.com]

"Careful before you say that. I'm still figuring out how to have friends." He winks. "But see, I got you to smile!" Triumphant!

[hysteriaprone.livejournal.com]

Snickering, Roderick takes another sip from his tea.

"And laugh, apparently. That's quite the accomplishment!"

[cheevy.livejournal.com]

"I'm a superhero, baby." Miniver crosses his arms. "Hand of God or something. Really."




Super Hippy?

[hysteriaprone.livejournal.com]

Now, Roderick's just staring at Miniver with an amused expression.

"I'll take your word for it."

[cheevy.livejournal.com]

There is probably giggling.