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 Posted: Sun Apr 12, 2009 8:23 pm
*Storms to the font of the house looking murderous, wrenching open the door with a furious expression*
...
Oh, you couldn't even bother to bathe, could you? MEN. *Sneers in a very un-Hermione way, shoving past Rowle and out onto the front porch; rummages around in her yard equipment for a moment, leaned down so much so that her skirt rides up over the curve of her bum* Absolutely disgusting, all of you. You haven't got an OUNCE of respect for anyone.
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Posted: Sun Apr 12, 2009 9:22 pm
*Eyes narrowed, as they had been, having arrived early, around the time Sirius had first turned up the music, and spent a few moments pissing around (Literally, he'd gotten a helluva kick out of trying to spell his name in sand) and then listened for any type of juicy gossip, which he got, whoop ******** you. stare What the ******** you care? Y'were going to ********' cancel anyways. *Turns eyes still narrowed, spies Hermione's 'difficulty' with her skirt, hand twitches*
Do you even ********' KNOW how much of a pain in the a**... *Emphasizes, moving down the steps and inching closer* ... it was to take a ********' BUS here? ********' Knight Bus, no, ********' wouldn't let me on, so I had to take a ********' dirty shithole muggle bus. ********' shitty smelling dirty old ********' bag with a ********' huge a** purse and a little ********' rat dog and ********' teenagers with their ********' fellytones and ********' FIFTEEN ********' STOPS, ********' FAT a** ********' DOUCHE EATING HIS STUPID ********' DONUT WITH ********' JELLY DRIBBLING DOWN HIS ********' SHIRT-
*Is yelling, red faced, eyes narrowed, hand still reaching as if compelled beyond his own will of not being attracted to Granger in wet skirts, ********' yelling just because he ********' COULD, because he liked to ********' yell, because ********' COULD, MOTHA ******** grab, a** grab, a** ********'! twisted
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Posted: Sun Apr 12, 2009 9:55 pm
Oh, honestly, I'm sure it wasn't that bad--
*Shrieks and wrenches away from Rowle, the garden hose in hand; whips around as she clenches its convieneint nozzle lever, a stinging spray of chilly water splattering Rowle in the chest*
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Posted: Sun Apr 12, 2009 10:16 pm
*Leer, leer, eyebrow waggle-*
THE ********??? AAAARGHHH!!!! *Puts his hands up to try and stop the water, but it was ********' COLD, soaking through his hobo jacket, icy droplets unable to deny gravity, tiny screams of colonies of who knows what the ******** who had been happily curled up in the warm, damp dark, screaming and screaming at the cold and running for their lives to safer crevices*
*Blindly tries to GRAB the ********' thing Granger's hosing him down with and ********' BREAK the damned thing*
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Posted: Mon Apr 13, 2009 8:00 am
*Attempts to evade the Death Eater, but her boots slip on the puddling water that's gathered around them and she topples over, the hose flailing in her hand*
*Thump*
*Looks up at Rowle from where she's sitting on her arse, the corner of her mouth quirking in a grimace before she bursts out laughing helplessly*
You're absolutely hopeless. *Says almost fondly as she directs the hose at him again, water hitting him in the face*
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Posted: Mon Apr 13, 2009 8:48 pm
*Snatches at the hose but misses, hands grabbing uselessly at air and water, his beard, hair, and clothes dripping with water as Hermione fell to the ground*
*Half turned to the side, arms still cautiously up to block any further cold water, his eyes narrowed, a flash of distrust at her abrupt laughter and overall at her tone of voice*
*Scowls, eyes narrowing further, and opens his mouth to speak something likely scathing or sarcastic*
.... AAARGHLLBARGHLLLLRRRARRRGHLLEEE!
*Slips in the wet grass and falls awkwardly onto his back, hands still held up near his face and looks somewhat like a gigantic, very pissed off/surprised turtle*
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Posted: Tue Apr 14, 2009 12:10 pm
*Laughing as she manages to turn off the hose, managing to stand on unsteady feet to place it back with the rest of her yardwork equipment*
..Oh, honestly, Rowle. *Trots over and offers her hand, as though she could actually haul him up despite her small figure*
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Posted: Wed Apr 15, 2009 4:40 am
stare
*Growls, ignores the hand and manages to sit up*
Hilarious. stare .. m' ********' wet, and cold.
*Also didn't have the foresight to pack an extra pair of clothes.... oh wait, that's because he didn't have any*
stare
Crazy ********' nit. *Huffs and puffs, but manages to stand upright, still scowling and apparently unable to laugh unless it was at someone else's expense*
*Pulls his soaking wet and yet still completely filthy jacket around him, smoothing it down, and then strides quickly and purposefully off towards the stairs of Hermione's house, dripping all the way*
.... I need a goddamned drink. *Intends to bar the door, and then rifle quickly for some form of booze*
((Lawl. Rowle appears to be incapable of flirting, unless it's lewd and he has the complete upper hand. :B Otherwise he acts like a big ol' baby.))
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Posted: Wed Apr 15, 2009 5:08 pm
*Still giggling as she follows after him, using her wand to dry them off, only slight dampness lingering; draws the door open* I've only got wine. *Hiding a small smirk* And, really, Rowle, it made loads of difference.. I can actually breathe now.
*Enters the house in front of him so he can't see her smile*
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Posted: Wed Apr 15, 2009 8:34 pm
*Twitches as she uses the spell on him, but doesn't comment on it, scowling lightly as she gets in front of him*
Wine? *Seems to hear only that word, tongue darting out to wet his lips, she could ********' douse him with buckets of ice water, if he could just have a sip, a glass.... or two..*
*Enters the house after her, eyes darting around quickly but not seeing what he sought, fidgets but waits.... damned Nit could withhold wine, and he needed something... anything...... cigarettes hadn't helped, a bit of weed he'd gotten a hold of hadn't helped, his mouth was so, so dry and he needed it, please sweet Merlin*
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Posted: Wed Apr 15, 2009 9:04 pm
*Leads Rowle into the kitchen, which houses off-white tile, a small table with four oak tables with green cushions crammed around it, and polished appliances positioned beneath half a dozen cupboards*
Have a seat at the table. I've got you something. *Not looking at him as she begins to search through her cupboards on her toes, sorting through bottles and plastic bins; a flat, red-wrapped box rested on the table, a blue bow delicately tied atop its glimmering paper*
Fleur sent me a bottle of Bleu Foncé Veela last summer when she was visiting her mother.. where on earth did it go?
*Casual tone* You'll answer all of my questions honestly if you want so much as a sip.
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Posted: Wed Apr 15, 2009 11:33 pm
*Follows behind, too distracted to even think about watching her bum or anything else, easily seeing over the top of her head and peering into the kitchen, eyes still darting as they searched*
Hn... *Takes a seat, flakes of dirt falling to the floor and onto the cushions as his eyes dart to the shiny package. Could there be alcohol in there? His hand reached out slowly towards it, keeping an eye on Hermione, licking his lips reflexively again as she mentioned the name of the wine, still reaching, fingertips brushing the bow*
*Freezes, eyes narrowing slowly, menacingly*
*Growls, whether in protest or acquiescence, fingers clasping onto the ribbon and pulling lightly*
.... two questions for a glass.
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Posted: Thu Apr 16, 2009 2:02 pm
*Returns to the table carrying a dark blue bottle - its label gold with silver script - and a pair of glasses* One glass. Seven answers. *Smirks as she sits down across from him*
Now open your present.
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Posted: Thu Apr 16, 2009 3:31 pm
*Eyes the bottle, the contents likely much, much fancier than anything he'd had even before he'd been cut off, tugging the bow further*
Five. *Counters right off, not about to give i-*
What?
*Shifts his attention swiftly from Hermione and the bottle to the present, something he assumed was hers... that he was going to open and rifle through rudely as was his custom, but now stares at it blankly*
*Grabs the present with the hand that had been about to pull the bow off, fingers crushing the packaging lightly as he brought it towards him... but made no move to open it, annoyed by it now that it was his. He made sure to keep his grip on it though. He'd open the damned thing whenever he damned well pleased, whatever it was, but it was his now and he wouldn't let her take it back*
Five questions. stare The number seven makes me think of the Dark Lord, soul bits, and regressing. stare You wouldn't want me to regress, would you, Granger?
*Said that only because he didn't want to answer seven questions, and he hoped to fool her into thinking it would effect him too negatively to do so*
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Posted: Thu Apr 16, 2009 6:20 pm
*Crosses her arms over her chest*
Six.
And open your present.
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