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[He did not turn on the phone on purpose, that was for damn sure. It seems, from the way it hit the wall, that it was accidentally kicked, the sound of terrified breathing in the background.

It didn't sound like an adult, that was for sure, little feet clomping around the phone for a solid moment. Running maybe?

Then, up it went, the screen pointed directly down at a pair of little, very worn looking leather shoes, glimpses of shortpants seen every now and again along with a white tipped, frantically flicking tail.]

... Mom?

[The dead silence didn't seem to help.]

MOM? Rose? Esther? Anyone?!

... MOM!

[Well that's definitely not a twenty eight year old adult, he doesn't even sound like he's reached puberty yet. The phone is flipped around, finally, the wide eyed face of a panicking kitten there instead.

NO CLUE what he's looking at, shaking the phone in both little hands in frustration]

[[OOC: WILL BE REPLYING to this with the journal minimordi!]]

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[minimordi]

Yes, by a considerable amount.

[He misses Rose you have no idea.]

I dislike alcohol. [Implying he's definitely already tried it, and made up his mind] From what I've seen, drinking is a boorish activity that makes intelligent men idiots, and idiot men useless. And I have no desire to be an idiot.

[There's the sound of little feet by the door, and it cracks open, just enough for him to pop his head and arm out to snag the food.

From what little can be seen, that's a pretty raggedy, oversized sweater he's wearing, the shirt beneath that for a man twice his size.

The food is snagged, and he immediately retreats again, going over the haul]

You're not terrifying.

[A crunch. He's apparently trying the celery]

Just ugly. I don't think that's your fault, if it's of any consolation.

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[youfool]

[He can imagine. Ted figures Mordecai's used to seeing that sort of thing at the billiard tables rather than at home.]

Thank goodness the allures of idiocy don't tempt you. I teetotal myself, while noting that many men of genius, like Ben Franklin, poured out libations. "...a constant proof that God loves us, and loves to see us happy."

[Maybe not the right founding father quote to give to a child. His shoulders hitch as he sniggers. Given the source, that might as well be a benediction.]

Magnanimously said; alas, one cannot much help either intellect or aesthetics.

[Though he might help Mordecai's, were he anywhere near observant enough to notice the ill-fitting clothes. He leaves off conversation after that, not wanting to tempt into talking with one's mouth full. He's hopeful that, fastidious as Mordecai is, he won't object to the vittles, relying on his poor upbringing to take whatever's set before him. Once the sounds of munching are complete, he'll look to more pertinent matters.]

How much of the place have you explored thus far?

Re: Voice - Private -> Action

[minimordi]

There is an acute difference between happiness and drunkenness. I'm well aware of how many men come into the pool hall to self medicate their way to this socially fabricated concept of 'contentment'.

Vomiting on the pool table and urinating in the spitoons is not contentment. It is anarchy.

[He's started in on the sandwich now, more or less just inhaling it]

I've explored the bathroom and documented the bedroom and dining room. I've now chosen to remain within the living room-cum-dining room to wait for a normal person to find me.

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[youfool]

[He winces and squeezes his forehead. That sounds like a great environment for a child.]

How good of you to lend some order to it.

[He checked the phone again, seeing if anyone else has responded to Mordecai's mewling. None so far; things must be getting really out of hand.]

Mm. Of the effects therein--particularly the vestments--how many people would you say reside?

[Just so he knows whether to expect company.]