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 Posted: Sat Feb 14, 2009 6:27 pm
Wendy shrugged, fiddling with the edge of her shirt. She didn't find anything about herself or her situation particularly interesting, so whenever people asked her about herself she always had a hard time telling them something worth hearing without completely making something up. She did her best, though, searching through her past for the more interesting bits.
"Er..." She scanned her walls for an interesting story. Instead her eyes found her fluffy brown cat, no longer asleep, but blinking blearily at her from his basket. She smiled, then crawled over to her cat and, before he could protest, picked him up and began to stroke him extravagantly. "Well, here's Loxley, my partner in crime," she said, smirking as the cat tried to squirm away, its eyes widening in something close akin to terror.
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Posted: Sat Feb 14, 2009 7:19 pm
Marketa felt a laugh bubble up, but fought valiently not to release. Instead she smirked in what she hoped was a Marauderly fashion, and nonchalantly said "Oh. Was going to kiss better, but is no need den." She took a very casual bite of eggs, chewing slowly and preparing to savour his reaction.
"Hmm," said Remus thoughtfully, bending lower to observe the feline more closely. He thought of petting it, but decided that it might only unnerve the poor creature further. Instead he satisfied himself with asking "Did he, by any chance, have offspring named Robin?" devilishly.
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Posted: Sat Feb 14, 2009 7:25 pm
Wendy laughed, releasing the cat and allowing him to pelt for the trapdoor - and find it closed. He scratched at it semi-spastically, and Wendy shook her head at him before turning back to Remus. "No, I'm afraid Lox isn't much of a womanizer. That is, however, where I got the idea. I've no idea why he hates me so much... I give him more attention than anyone else in this place... feed him and everything..."
She shrugged as though to say, Oh well, what can you do? and crawled over to the cat again, picking him up again. "How many times have I told you not to scratch my door? Look at all those nasty scratch marks!" she said in the sillyish voice most people reserve for pets and very young children.
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Posted: Sat Feb 14, 2009 9:03 pm
Remus laughed as he watched the cat fail at his clever escape plan. "I dunno why anyone or anything wouldn't like you," he said sweetly. Yes. Yes he was kissing arse. But she was pretty and would kiss him if he said something nice enough. And if he was hoping to make it to second base before nightfall he would have to act smoothly and quickly.
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Posted: Sat Feb 14, 2009 9:10 pm
Wendy threw her head back and gave a short laugh. "All right, what do you want?" she asked, picking up quickly on his arse-kissing. In the space between her question and his answer Loxley gave a pitiful mew, moving Wendy to mercifully open the trapdoor and allow his escape before shutting it again. "Bloody cat..."
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Posted: Sat Feb 14, 2009 9:52 pm
Remus smiled benignly and shrugged, the epitome of innocence. "Oh, nothing that an angel like you couldn't give me..." he vaguely ventured.
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Posted: Sun Feb 15, 2009 9:59 am
Wendy furrowed her brow in mock concern, lying down on her stomach and resting her chin on her hands. "Oh dear. This is worse than I thought. It appears, Mr. Lupin, that you have a severe case of Cryptic Sucking Up. Fortunately for you, however, I know the cure!" With a devilish grin, she asked, "So, is it an animal, a vegetable, or a mineral?" thus commencing the despised game of 20 Questions, knowing that the best way of getting it out of him was to keep him from getting whatever it was for as long as she could.
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Posted: Sun Feb 15, 2009 1:38 pm
Remus fought the strong urge to laugh at Wendy's diversion skills, but instead put a very serious look on his face. "Oh, no you don't! I always lose at that game!" he said as sif he were scolding a small child. He then sat on her.
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carry on wayward daughter Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Feb 15, 2009 1:41 pm
Sirius batted his eye-lashes, smirked, then stuck out his lip. His long, aristocratic fingers massaged his scalp. "Weeeeellll... It is still a little tender..."
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Posted: Sun Feb 15, 2009 1:42 pm
"Oof!" Hm. 20 Questions has never elicited that sort of reaction before... she observed, trying to wriggle out from beneath him. "How can you lose if you're on the answer side?" she asked. She completely failed at trying to twist around to look at him while she spoke, so she went back to just trying to escape.
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Posted: Sun Feb 15, 2009 1:57 pm
Mar smiled and shook her head fondly at Skoba. She stood to start clearing the table and got a small head-rush. She swayed slightly, blinking rapidly, then shook it off easily and moved Skoba's fingers out of the way so she could give the bump on his head a little kiss. "Happy now?" she grinned.
Remus refused to budge from his spot on Wendy's back, thinking vaguely that she looked like a bug with her arms and legs wriggling about like that. "Trust me, I can make it happen," he said sagely, crossing his arms obstinately.
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Posted: Sun Feb 15, 2009 2:10 pm
Wendy gave a frustrated huff, blowing a strand of hair out of her face. "Well... well... Argh, all right! Lemme goooooo!" she whined, trying to do a push-up that might topple Remus over and failing miserably.
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carry on wayward daughter Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Feb 15, 2009 2:36 pm
Sirius grinned back at her stupidly. He was a bit dumbfounded, but he desperately hoped that it didn't show on his features. "Much better, thanks." He resumed eating.
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Posted: Sun Feb 15, 2009 3:03 pm
Remus let out a deep throaty laugh that was very unlike him, then took upon the attitude of a small petulant child. "Only if we can snog more!" he bargained. He decided it was high time to cut to the chase.
"Silly boy." Marketa let out a tiny laugh as she put her plate and fork in the sink. Then she moved to the table and scooped what was left of the eggs in the pan onto Sirius's plate so she could start the dishes. As the sink filled she yawned widely into the back of her hand.
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Posted: Sun Feb 15, 2009 3:11 pm
Wendy couldn't help it - she busted out laughing. "Yes, all right, release me and we can snog all you want!" Not that you need my permission, Wendy speculated. I'm pretty sure there hasn't been a moment that went by since that first kiss that I haven't wanted to kiss you...
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