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Why are you friends with Lockwood when he's such a dick to you?
“I wouldn’t go so far as to call him a ‘dick.’ He’s a pain, sometimes, sure. But I knowhe respects me, and I do the same for him. Really, I don’t understand how you can pull a conclusion that severe from ourinteractions.”
"People are trying to sleep!"
“I’m trying to determine whether or not the presence of loud noises distresses type threes!”
George said this rather indignantly, as if Lockwood should have known that the source of the unpleasant sounds was in the name of greater science.
[that x thing for the headcanon meme ovo]
SEND ME ⊗ FOR 3+ HEADCANONS ABOUT YOUR MUSE AND MINE.
1. George is the longest standing employee at Lockwood and Co. Other than Lockwood himself. The Thinking Cloth was actually both of their idea.
2. George and Lockwood have a mutual agreement never to go into each other’s room after the ‘Yoga Incident’. This is only to be broken if there is an unspeakable peril about.
3. George tried to teach Lockwood how to cook once. After almost burning down the entire house and possibly the neighborhood, George gave up. There is another unspoken rule that Lockwood is never allowed to touch any of the kitchen utensils ever again. It started as “never allowed to cook” but was extended after he nearly dropped a butcher’s knife on George’s foot.
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*tsk tsk* language, George. what would your mother say?
“Like you’ve never said worse.”
@ofhauntings
“You need to pick someone eventually.” George said, rubbing his eyes underneath his glasses. “You can’t stay a prince forever.”
They were in the sitting area of the prince’s quarters, resting by a fire that roared in a brick mantel. The room was altogether a little too warm, but opening a window was out of the question, as it was pouring rain. Consequently, both men were irritable and impatient, which didn’t help the matter at hand.
“You need to pick a bride. Time is running out and if you don’t, you’ll have to resign your throne. We both know who will take it after you.” A pointed look implied a name that neither one of them wanted to think about.
“How hard can it be? They’re all lovely. Princess Rosalia of the south. Nineteen. Dark haired. Not good with English, but she’s learning. Queen Terra, recently widowed. Twenty one. Well mannered... Lady Willow of the nearby aisles... Oh!” George tapped the page. “Lady Alice of Aelham. Just west of here. Seventeen. Golden haired, apparently a bit of a looker. Hasn’t got a lot of family. Line’s dwindling. She won’t leave a whole lot behind... I bet she’d love to take your hand.”
Honestly he just wanted Lockwood to make up his bloody mind. He looked up hopefully, and at the Prince’s irritated and dismal look, groaned and scanned the page again. “Make up your mind already, or i’ll send the invitation to Queen Belfast. Twenty six with two children and mild mental disturbances.” George raised an eyebrow, daring him to protest.
