Last we knew, JAP was banging impatiently on TR's door, remember? Well, to resume the narrative from there, the door opened creakily (around ten minutes after JAP started knocking - which of course was when we were occupied discussing RCW and her exploits - these details are for the saint btw- the celluloid side) to reveal the Prof, in a ratty dressing gown-type thing (atleast there was reason to believe that the thing started its life off as a robe though one would scarce think it to look at it now) with tousled hair and a pipe stuck in his mouth (this was for ??!). "Erm", he enquired politely. "Get dressed. There has been a Crisis", yelled JAP (who had what we must confess a habit of stampeding into other people's houses yelling at them and also of pronouncing his capitals). "Erm", replied TR even more politely, allowing the distraught Baron to walk into his hallway. "RCW has run away", continued JAP sticking to the decibel level calculated to make hair raise. "Could we tone it down a notch, old chap?", asked TR in his cultured tones, "Had a rough night and I'd appreciate some sensitivity in the yelling department".
A half hour later, a much calmer JAP was settled on the sofa with a glass of port in his hand, as TR bustled around getting dressed. Or at least trying to. "Oh fuck this. We don't have time for pants. The chase is on. Let's just go before RCW beti gets further away from us". "But Professor, are you sure you want to come in just your dressing robe?", asked JAP a little hesitantly. It seemed to him that it wasn't quite the thing. "Enough with this childish need for sartorial elegance, JAP. Let's be on our way. Your car or mine?" JAP thought about the grey Aston Martin gleaming in TR's garage and the forest green Jeep in his. It didn't even deserve a passing thought. "Yours", he said gleefully.
As they pulled out of the driveway, JAP behind the wheel there was a sudden scream. "Unkel ji, don't go without me", screeched a familiar voice. "OMG", said TR, trying vainly to scrunch further into the seat and disappear. Since he hadn't yet mastered the art of becoming invisible, this didn't have a visible effect.
(To Be Continued)
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15 comments:
oh god, i hate cliffhangers. all sorts, including james blunt.
anyway.
on with it.
TR was hiding a student in his house? (Tauba, tauba) What?! What?! Tell already!
ph:
such jelsy.
Well you did sing me a song with dil vil and all. I am too old to compete with underage girls. Woe be me.
ph:
but the singing is only for you.
woe be you.
@scout: :D
Do not talk to me about James Blunt. Insert shudder.
@ph: Dark dealings. Shall be revealed. Not to fear.
-Revealed
ooh ah...suspense and all. im all agog.
love the dishabilled TR. pity its a guy. cause a gal would certainly have gotten more cheers from the crowd and we're all suckers for cheers, aren't we?
anonymous:
i love you too.
Between the Aston Martin and the Jeep, he picked the Jeep?
That's SO not JAP.
erm....please to be confirming that the dressing gown was not the only thing he was wearing.
And if he was, and they were in a Jeep...fun times for JAP. Tee hee.
@cnb: Me tooo.
@anon n tr: This is a family blog. Keep it clean, kiddos.
@km: He didn't pick the jeep!!! People, people focus.
@??!: Tsk , tsk child. What a twisted mind.
@ph: Et tu, ph and all that.
ph:
you have to get this "rolled-up" thing off your mind.
Flaffy:
One can't help one's genes...
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