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 Posted: Thu Apr 16, 2009 9:09 pm
*Eyes the booze, then her chest*
...... fine. Six. *Glowers, knowing he sure in hell wasn't going to like whatever she was going to ask*
*Slides the present in front of himself, making more noise than necessary, and carelessly tugs off the bow, glowering at it, and then pulls the top off the present*
...... what the hell is this?
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Posted: Fri Apr 17, 2009 7:32 pm
*Frowns, suddenly looking uncertain about her gift* It's - it's art supplies. Honestly, I don't know anything about drawing.. so I had the woman at the shop put together a.. a kit. *Reaches across the table to pick up some of the things from the box* This is supposed to be really good, er, paper... and these are.. are charcoal.. and some professional design pens... I.. maybe it's all wrong, I don't know, I just...
[*Hits Hermione for being such a ******** GIRL*]
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Posted: Fri Apr 17, 2009 9:01 pm
((I had the hardest time thinking of how Rowle was going to respond. Omfg. He does not say thank you (At least at this point.. or ever.. xD), but he wasn't about to throw it against the wall.... Dx))
*Stares down at the gift, half-glaring, his mouth hanging slightly open, and having an over-all air of consternation about him*
...nnn....... *Grunts, reaching over and pulling the things she picked up out of her hands, putting them back in the box, not neatly or exactly where the smaller things had been, but without any real roughness, so he could put the top back on it, then ties the bow tightly back around it, before sticking the slightly crumpled package inside his coat, where it could be seen outlined as he shifted in his seat, bringing his arms up and resting them on the table, one large hand tapping briefly against the wood*
...... what's the damned question? stare
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Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2009 3:11 pm
*Smiles with something like feline satisfaction, not looking at Rowle as she begins filling her own glass* Describe your family in at least fifteen words. *Pauses* Repeating curse words doesn't count.
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Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2009 5:24 pm
*Almost missed the smile, his attention focused on the liquid splashing and filling the glass, but narrows his eyes and scowls, nearly snarls at her for her amusement at his expense, one hand curling into a fist*
Tall. *Does partly snarl the word* Tall, tall, tall, tall, tall, tall, tall, tall, tall, tall, tall, tall, tall, tall.
*Smirks in satisfaction, she'd only said not to repeat swears*
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 11:13 am
*Lifts the glass to her lips, taking a sip as she watches him through lowered eyelashes* Fair enough.
*Places her elbow on the table, supporting her chin on her fist as she drinks her wine, considering her next question* What color best describes how you feel at this very moment?
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 2:52 pm
*Growls low, but doesn't notice it, watching her drink, thinking she's feeling all smug for getting him into this position*
Red *Like the colour that was creeping around his vision, yeah*
....... I've answered two questions, give me two questions worth. *Gestures to the glass with his hand* ...... it's not polite for you t' be drinking alone anyways, is it?
*Glowers, hating how he was debasing himself, but unable to help it, the words tumbled out before he could even think to stop them*
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 12:45 pm
One only needs to be polite in polite company, and you fall rather short of that, Rowle. *Smiles and continues to sip her wine* Especially if you're going to growl at me.
...But I suppose I can make an exception anyway. *Goes to pour wine into the other glass, but pauses and frowns* Oh, honestly. It's spotty. *Stands up, taking both glasses and the bottle with her; walks over to the sink, lowering the empty glass with the obvious intention of washing it while her own glass and the bottle sit on the counter*
Six words - none of them repeated - as to why you feel 'red.'
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 3:20 pm
*Scowls further, glaring quite fiercely, what the ******** did he care about SPOTS?*
What the ******** do I care about damned spots, Granger? *Growls lightly, and grumbles something about a '********' nit*
*'Because you are pissing me off' would give Granger too much credit. 'Because I said so' was too short, '******** because I damned said so' was perfect, but it'd probably get her all pissy*
I feel red, because I'm thirsty. *Glares pointedly at her* Polite or not, you don't leave guests wanting, Granger.
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Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2009 10:55 am
*Rinses the glass out with a rush of water from the sink, before fiddling around with the glass; sets it down on the counter, pouring a third of his overall reward into the glass*
Oh, I do that plenty, trust me. *Rolls her eyes as she trots back to the table, passing him his glass*
*Sits down with her own, pausing to let him have a moment to drink*
*Voice low* What are your dreams for the future?
[...Spiked it. Naughty Hermione. XD]
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Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2009 1:46 pm
*Taps his fingers on the table impatiently, glaring at the back of her head*
Seems so. stare That bloke left as fast as he could, didn't he? Seems like he was wanting to leap out a window. *Doesn't mean 'left them wanting' in a good way, obviously*
*Snatches the glass as soon as she sets it down, not even having his guard, up or in any way suspicious, too enthralled by the pull of the alcohol, and lets some of it fill his mouth, spreading over his teeth and tastebuds, doubtlessly killing a bunch of bacteria, but overall the sweet then biting taste filling all his senses*
*Swallows, then stares into the glass, eyes starting to glaze over, but he doesn't appear to notice, doesn't even look up at Hermione as he answers*
I have no dreams. I don't care about the future.
*Swishes the wine around in the glass, watching it swirl around, and takes another sip*
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Posted: Sun Apr 26, 2009 8:35 am
*Ignores the comment regarding Sirius*
*Frowns, obviously disappointed that the Veritaserum didn't yield something more secretive*
You're probably not very lonely, are you? *Props her chin up on her fist, still keeping her voice low*
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Posted: Sun Apr 26, 2009 3:13 pm
Sometimes.
*Swirls the wine a bit more, and smiles lightly, actually smiles, not sneers or smirks, and takes another small sip, still smiling lightly/absently after he pulls the glass away again*
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Posted: Sun May 03, 2009 11:37 am
*Pauses, looking startled for a moment at Rowle's answer*
When was the most recent time you were lonely.. and why? *Hesitates again before continuing* Twenty words, none repeated.
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Posted: Sun May 03, 2009 12:31 pm
*Puts the glass of wine to his lips, pausing almost imperceptibly before taking a big gulp, a few drops spilling out*
*Licks his lips, a drop of wine trailing from the corner of his lip down to his chin*
About a half an hour ago. I wanted- aaah- to drink, but- ahgrrk- couldn't. -gahk- lonely because the day is too long now.
*Brows furrow, having had a bit of trouble not repeating words and saying exactly twenty, the effort needing focus that he didn't have at the moment*
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