| Current mood: |  worried |
Jeez, what a day that was! I'm fair knackered an me shirt's all soaked through but hell, it'll dry. Salt stain'll be a bastard, but it ain't no worries.
Tris, poor little bloke. I didn't meat ta sneak up on him like that, an I think I fair scared him out of his wits, but then he started cryin' on me shoulder an, mate, what's a guy ta do? Gave him cuddles and kisses an stuff an tried ta cheer him up a bit, an he did stop cryin' which was good.
Maybe I shouldn't go around in me bloke form.
Ah, sod it. I'm off ta the Great Hall ta see what's up an see if Tristan has bucked up a bit like.
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