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*Peter skims through Hansard. He's been far too busy plotting revenge attending to House of Lords business to watch the debates today, but with the statement on the equal marriage consultation and Treasury questions, it seems reasonable to invest a little time digging out the choicer quotes. Especially if he's expected to turn up to the Lords for those sort of things.

Most of the debate is pretty predictable, but towards the end Bercow takes a point of order. Most odd; there's still a statement to go.

As he reads through the exchange, the corners of his mouth begin to turn up, until by the end he's sporting a full blown smirk. It's not just that Osborne was made to sit there and be reprimanded for his disregard of parliamentary procedure, but that it's done in such a way as to make Bercow's dislike for the man painfully obvious. Peter is reminded of nothing so much as Jack's tendency to growl, and even nip, when he spots a long-lens camera. A sort of dogged, over-protective loyalty that's as endearing as it is amusing (he buries the pang of resentment he still feels every time he sees someone mocking his George. It's a tenacious habit but one he is determined to break). He gets out his phone.


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John,

interesting performance with Osborne yesterday. I'm touched.

-Peter

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Date: 2012-12-12 11:25 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thetwitterqueen.livejournal.com
*Sally, with a last cheeky caress of the husbandly side, slips her hand out of John's shirt and stands up, all business.*

I'll say goodnight then, as these three need putting in bed themselves.

*A chorus of moans answers her.*

But you have a safe journey home, Peter, and come back soon. We're always happy to see you.

*In the doorway, she looks back and catches John's eye. She raises one elegant eyebrow - a gesture she's learned from Peter, of all people - and smirks at him.

She has Plans for later.*

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Date: 2012-12-12 11:31 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bamfbercow.livejournal.com
*John discretely grabs some of the blankets and puts them over his lower half.*

Leaving-

*He coughs. His voice isn't usually that high.*

Leaving so soon Peter?

Well, goodbye. See you soon. Don't be a stranger, et cetera, et cetera.

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Date: 2012-12-12 11:35 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] therealpm.livejournal.com
Right. Well.

*Peter decides against shaking John's hand and instead walks over to the fireplace. He shoots John one final thoughtful look before stepping through the flames and returning to his own home.*

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Date: 2012-12-12 11:37 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bamfbercow.livejournal.com
*John waits until Peter has left then rushes upstairs after his wife.*

*He returns to the room a few seconds later when he remembers that he needs to turn out the light. Then he makes his way back upstairs.*
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