For some reason I can only access this account from my phone. I have no idea what’s going on, but I wanted to let you all know. I emailed Tumblr, so I will (hopefully) have access again soon!
Well now that your best friend in the whole entire wide world is back, you won’t be! Eh, Mads, EEEEHE!?!
I hope everyone has been well since I’ve been gone!! Tell me what you’ve been up to!
Fredrick wakes up with a start. He looks around but doesn’t notice anything as his own. This isn’t his room, this isn’t his bed! There’s movement next to him and suddenly Fredrick notices there’e a man sleeping two inches from his side.
“Not again…” Fredrick flings off the covers and looks around for his, or anyone’s, clothes. Last time he woke up in some random’s bed, he’d been turned into a frog a week later. The man in the bed begins to wake up from the movement and Fredrick sees his face for the first time.
“Oh, you’re actually quite attractive!” Fredrick claps his hands very quickly, then finds some pants and applies them. “Too bad I don’t remember you, I’m sure we had a fine time. Et cetera et cetera, I’ve got to cut the pleasantries. You know how these things go: people to see, places to go!”
Fredrick takes a shirt and throws it on, also finding his bag with his things still inside. He’s glad the mystery man isn’t a thief, for once.
“James?” The man asks, “What are you doing?”
Fredrick laughs, “Oh, is that what I told you I’m called? That’s a good one!” He takes another look around the room and doesn’t see any of his things. The man is naked and Fredrick definitely regrets not remembering whatever happened between them.
He leaves the room and walks down a long castle hallway. He ponders the idea of actually remembering his vacations when he realizes he’s in one of King Elias’ palaces. Somehow he’s managed to safely make a two week journey completely drugged out of his mind and score a night with one of the princes. Fredrick pats himself on the back and gets ready for the long walk back home.
The hour groweth late and I must retire to my bedroom.
Freds, we’ll discuss our plans later In more detail, Loverboy.
Tink, sleep that off.
Anyone else, don’t touch my bar.
Looking forward to it, Mads.
How much you got?
As much as you can buy, my good man. Looking for any special recipes or strengths?
A poet ay? Perhaps I’m in the wrong profession. I should just make poems to get all the guys and gals I want.
Please don’t tell her, it would make her even more self absorbed.
I’ll have to buy you a beret and a scarf! Maybe a cigarette holder? I bet you’d make a fantastic looking beat-nik!
It was simply because Alice was being so rude, and thinkin’ that was the reason I..Urgh, I’ve forgiven ‘er. No point riling myself up again. And Rosie just probably thought it was because you were so stunned by her beauty.
*grins, before casting eyes down* Good ta know.
“Stunned by her beauty,” I’ll be sure to tell her that next time I see her. You’re a real’ poet, Mads, don’t let anyone ever tell you differently. ;)
You know we’re both good at the master of connin’. We could pull this off. Perfect.
Hey, Is it really that bad, the thought? *laughs* And the look on Rosie’s face…
The thought isn’t bad at all! You always seem so gung-ho about dissipating the rumors is all…
Oh Rosie, poor thing … I mean, I thought she’d understand the “situation” from all the times I’d pay for her service and just sit with her. *he thinks for a moment* Oh gosh, she probably thought I was shy or had some sort of horrible disfunction. Which I don’t, just by the way.
