[visual]/[location: the new found out] stranger than fiction

[rereremembered.livejournal.com]

Fitz had come to accept the fact that Annie was gone. He was still working on wrapping his brain around the fact that this made him a business owner.

Responsibility and Fitz were things which did not get along, usually. He was the sidekick, the backup, the absolute last resort, the "I suppose he'll do in a pinch" guy, nothing more and nothing less. Not that he'd ever admit as much because that would be painfully uncool.

Unfortunately for him this was a very special day, and "cool" had very much left the building.

"What the hell am I supposed to do with a pub?" he asked his tablet (and, of course, the viewing public). "I'm not cut out to run this place."

ooc: Truth glitch get!

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[riddler-gump.livejournal.com]

Gump tilts his head, ears twitching slightly with interest (and those ears are not nearly small enough to entirely fit the tiny screen format). "Why ever would you not be suited? Surely there must be some merit in you, to get the privilege in the first place."

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[rereremembered.livejournal.com]

The direct question was a brilliant idea, because Fitz had taken one look at Gump and Words had sprung to mind such as "My, what big ears you have", but the need to honestly answer the question supressed his need to wisecrack. For now.

"My merit was in chatting up a pretty girl who happened to own a pub, and since she's not here anymore I think I need to keep the place going to honor her memory," he replied, then blinked because he hadn't meant to say that. The floodgates had opened, however. "Meanwhile I'm an irresponsible lout with no business experience and a tendency to make a right mess of everything I touch. So you see my problem."