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Ah so, here is the recovering alcoholic hippie, in the bar, at a booth, with real food. Yeah, totally. He's eating it very, very slowly, but he does have what appears to be a ham sandwich. And tea.

And a really big, really old book, compliments of ~~Nearly Wristless Rod~~ Roderick Usher.

He is also playing with a spoon, twirling it in one hand lazily.

Please annoy.

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"A bit," she nods. "In middle school, mostly. He's not my favorite - too dark."

Beat.

"Wait, wait, is this Roderick Usher from The House of Usher?"

Miniver grins brightly. "Yeah, that's him! Better not tell him he's in a book, but. He's awesome, man. Hung out with me in the Infirmary all night. Oh. And. He gave me this copy of the Canterbury Tales that's like, OLD, man."

"You think I'm planning on it?" She smiles. "Sounds like a good guy, I'll have to meet him."

"He's not always all that lucid," Miniver warns. "When I met him, his arms were bleeding. But really, he's sweet when he's not on Planet Bonkers."

Miniver might possibly have a very slight thing for dear ol' Roddy. Not that he'd ever say so. And he loves his Draco more than anything.

"I'll keep that in mind. Why were his arms bleeding?"

"He cut 'em to make sure he was dead or something. See, he's a little um... not all there. He sort of misplaced his sister, post-demise, and is rather distraught over it. That and the whole death thing. He has bad dreams. I think he needs people to look after him and make sure he doesn't decapitate himself, addicentally or otherwise."

"He mis..." April shakes her head. "Y'know what? I don't want to know. He's crazy and not always lucid, but a nice guy. That's all I need to know."

Miniver has an interesting way of phrasing the problem, also. Let us say that a good deal gets lost in translation.

"Exactly. And! He reads."

"As opposed to the rest of the population, who is illiterate?"

Teasing is good.

POUT.

"You know what I mean!" he whines.

INNOCENCE.

"I do? Really? I had no idea I could read your mind. Must be that twin thing."

"Dude, you're in my HEAD. Hey. While you're up there, could you get that broom out of the corner and see what you can do about my sinuses? Winter gives me allergies from all the dust." Aww, pouty Miniver.

"What am I, your maid? You own fault it's dusty up there."

:P Nyah.

"It's not either! I can't help it there's dust in the winter."

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