sleeping sickness

punk

I do what I can. -exhales heavily- Well, if ye can’t make it to dinner you could always pop ‘round ours Friday night. Vote’ll be over by then ‘n that means you could well be cured of Shite Company Pox. If not, I’ll bet a whiskey’d at least help. Plus, Maggie quite likes fawnin’ over the likes of you s’well. Or did. May’ve forgotten what ye look like by now…

-inhales thru his teeth in that sorta wince-y way ?bc feels a lil bad but also like I’m Doing My Duty THese R the Sacrifices- Well, if everything goes smoothly, I think there’s a good chance I can squeeze ye in — if only to remind Maggie what her favorite uncle looks like, of course. But who’ll be cooking dinner: you, Niall, or the blokes working at that Indian place ‘round the corner? My ultimate decision hangs rather perilously on that bit of information, ye realize.

-laughs- I said every McKinnon, not just Magnus. Marlene and Marc as just as terrible. But, that being said, I suppose I can’t force you to go if you don’t want to. Though, if you don’t show, that older brother of yours will just spend the whole evening whinging about him not being able to get out of it while you could. And that’s hardly fair for me. 

I have an inkling that the two of ye will manage to pull through. And besides, if there’s anyone that can keep a rein on my older brother’s whinging, it’s likely to be you. Get him a drink — get him three drinks and I’m certain he’ll manage to forget all about me.

-arches a brow, mildly amused- And why does that sound like the worlds mot half-hearted excuse? -smirks the tiniest bit- Must be a McKinnon trait; thinking up an excuse for near everything.

Hardly fair for ye to be projecting Magnus’ flaws onto me, now. I take great care in making sure my excuses appear as credible as possible.

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