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 Posted: Fri Apr 16, 2010 1:07 pm
Cuz that's ******** fair? God damn it, Hermione! *Angrily shoves his hair back, gripping it*
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Posted: Fri Apr 16, 2010 1:11 pm
I never said it was! *Hotly* But you -- you've kept this going, Regulus Black, you.. *Draws in a breath, trembling* You.
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Posted: Fri Apr 16, 2010 1:19 pm
Then why don't you ******** leave me alone?
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Posted: Fri Apr 16, 2010 1:23 pm
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Posted: Fri Apr 16, 2010 1:30 pm
You keep coming to me....*Falters, unable to really stay pissed when she looks like....that*
What are we supposed to do?
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Posted: Fri Apr 16, 2010 1:34 pm
Nothing! *Bursts into tears*
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Posted: Fri Apr 16, 2010 1:44 pm
Babe....*Heaves a sigh and grabs her suddenly, lifting her up, even though he's not certain he can hold her*
You're comin' with me. S'what we do.
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Posted: Fri Apr 16, 2010 1:53 pm
Regulus, put me down! >w<
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Posted: Fri Apr 16, 2010 1:55 pm
Nope. You're going with me to take a shower then we're getting something to eat before I have to play at Chaos Court tonight.
*Slaps her a*** No arguments.
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Posted: Fri Apr 16, 2010 7:32 pm
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Posted: Sun Aug 01, 2010 9:16 pm
Drey sat in the middle of the sagging couch, relaxing back against the cushions while smoking a cig. He'd been rather lucky to find this couch- for some reason no one really came by it, and he hadn't been bothered so far as he'd been sleeping on it.
Someone had also been rather generous enough to leave a nice stash of weed and unmentionables between the cushions. By now though he'd pretty much smoked and taken all of it, allowing himself to wallow a bit while he simultaneously tried to figure out what the ******** he should do now.
"Got to get a ********' job." He sighed, crossing his arms over his chest as the smoke rose up lazily from between his fingers. "Almost out of toothpaste."
Soon the cig had burnt down to a nub, though Drey tried to keep it going as long as ********." He said, crumbling the ashes between his fingers and letting his head fall back against the couch. "Out of cigs."
Balls. With no other choice Drey dragged himself from the loving, sometimes pokey folds of the couch, and reached down to tug the dull coloured but intact throw from the cushions. He may not really need it all the time to keep warm, but it was always nice to have something.
He disapparated with a short, dull crack, leaving the couch looking almost as it had before, minus a few holes here and there.
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Posted: Sun Aug 01, 2010 10:16 pm
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