Merlin, no. ‘Specially not now. Told her she could go buy more dresses like she said she wanted the other day ‘n she near ‘bout bit my head off. Just for agreein’ with her. -nods- Seems a bit like a motherly thing, yeah? -sorta leans away bc ew gross coughing GERMS and SPIT everywhere gross- You alright, mate? -sets his own glass down and sorta leans elbows on knees and nods- Yeah, m’sure. Want you t’be a part of this, yeah?
‘N that’s why I thank Merlin that I’ve not gotten some bird knocked up; couldn’t deal with the mood swings ‘n the hormones ‘n all that. Or, y’know, the end result which is— a babe. Nah, don’t think m’cut out for fatherhood. But Unclehood? Yeh kid’s ‘bout t’have the best uncle a bugger could wish for, eh? -runs hand through hair- I— -pauses and takes a deep breath, smiling crookedly- It’d— er, it’d be a right honor t’be a part o’ it, mate. So, um— -picks up drink and sort of lifts it in jeremy direction- I accept this title of “godfather”. -grins- Yeh sure Joce agreed tuh this?
A bit, yeah. -cheeky grin- Oh, right fit. Fittest Healer Mungo’s has ever seen, yeah? Y’know, ‘sides all those fit birds you’ll be workin’ ‘long side. ‘N like hell I’ll be callin’ you Healer Mulloy anywhere. -pours both of them a drink bc i forget where they are the wood’s house? well jer still pours them both a drink and slides one over to da boyfriend- No, s’not babysittin’—not yet, anyway. Don’t think Joce’ll be wanting the bit out’ve her sight for a bit, yeah? No…wanted t’know if you’d be wantin’ to be his, or her, godfather? Seein’ as your my best mate ‘n all.
Oi, don’t want that bird o’ yours t’hear yeh sayin’ that, mate. -takes drink and… drinks- Aye, yeah. Makes sense; all maternal ‘n shite. My mum wouldn’t let Ian a hands-width away from her for the longest time. -is drinking and probably chokes tbh and is spluttering and coughing- Fuck. Went down the wrong tube, eh? -pats chest until he stops u kno coughing then puts down glass- Yeh— uh, yeh sure ‘bout this? M’not— never been described as the most reliable bloke ‘round.
Er…Pam. Pamela. Can’t remember why she left, but uh…s’pose it was for the best, yeah? Wouldn’t’ve made it with Joce. -raises eyebrows and crooked grin- Did he, now? Right decent of ‘im, yeah? ‘N cheers, mate, but s’not that brilliant of a job, but s’a job, yeah? So, Healer Mulloy, eh? Gonna start wearing those long white robes ‘n…hospital clothes ‘round everywhere now? -chuckles lightly- A bit, yeah. But, uh…speakin’ of the lil’ bit. Wanted t’ask you somethin’.
Yeah, reckon Joce is right less mad than that Pamela bird. -laughs- Oi, yeah. Think I’ll look fit in ‘em, then? Expect t’be called Healer Mulloy from now on; s’a professional title ‘n all that rot. -raises brow- Do yeh? What’s it, then? Yeh’ve got t’know that m’probably not the best babysitter just yet. Gimme some practice with— I dunno, holding it correctly ‘fore yeh ask me t’spend the night with the bugger while yeh ‘n Wadcock find a peaceful place t’shag.
Yeah, well, s’not like we can talk, yeah? ‘Least he’s not runnin’ ‘round like we did. Well, you ‘least. Was pining over that one bird for ages myself, ‘member? -shakes head- S’all a bit barmy now that I think back on it. -chuckles- Sounds like Da, yeah. Kept proddin’ at me ‘til I got myself that job at the Ministry. ‘Specially once everythin’ with Joce happened. Baby ‘n all.
Oh— Merlin, yeah. That… blondish bird, yeah? What was her name? God, she was a right pain in the arse, mate. Glad yeh got over that real quick. -half grins- Yeh dad— he’s… he said he’d help get me through Healer training, yeah? So, s’pose things’re looking up for the two o’ us, I’d think. Cheers on the job, by the way. Don’t think I ever got ‘round to giving yeh your congratulations ‘n all that. -nods slowly- Aye, yeah. Keep forgetting ‘bout that— the little ‘un, I mean. S’right mad.
