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Post by Katie Bell on Sept 29, 2009 1:02:40 GMT
*She's frozen, wishing he'd shut the bloody hell up and get back to what he was doing*
*Whispers through clenched teeth*
You know very well what you are, you tease.
*Stays lying on her back, looking up at him. Her breathing is heavy and she bites her bottom lip*
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Sept 29, 2009 1:07:05 GMT
*Nods, confirming what she said.*
A tease...
*Rolls off of her, and out of reach. He hops up onto his feet, smirking down at her.*
We don't want that now do we?
*Slowly he turns away from her, crossing his arms over his chest.*
*Changes the subject completely.*
I'm going to make some tea. Would you like some?
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Post by Katie Bell on Sept 29, 2009 1:12:23 GMT
*Laughs in disbelief, partly torn between finding the situation hilarious or finding it devastating*
*Closes her eyes muttering, the odd words heard*
...bloody...floor...blanket...make...tea...
*Opens her eyes, giving him an incredulous look while slowly sitting up*
*The expression in her eyes scream something like*
You walk away now, and I swear by the Gods I'm going to get you back.
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Sept 29, 2009 1:20:51 GMT
*Hides his amusement of her muttered words, inching toward the kitchen.*
I take it your silence is a no.
*Glances over his shoulder at her, taking in her expression. He stops moving toward the kitchen, turning to face her again. The look on her face says it all, and now he's stuck trying to decide if he wants to tease her any further, or just cave.*
*Opting for the latter, he dives toward her, poking her sides relentlessly.*
I'll show-
*Runs his tickling hands up and down her sides, trying to cover every ticklish spot she has.*
-you a tease.
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Post by Katie Bell on Sept 29, 2009 1:26:01 GMT
*Raises one eyebrow, wondering if he knows she's going to get him back when he least expects it*
Grey-
*Stunned, she doesn't connect that he's diving towards her until his hands are at her sides, and she busts up laughing*
Oi!
*Squirms, trying to pull herself out of his grasp while laughing*
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Sept 29, 2009 1:30:17 GMT
*Moves away from her, catching his breath. He leans his back against the sofa, knowing good and well that she'll return the favor to him when he isn't prepared for it.*
*His hand slides over the carpet toward her, fingers searching.*
*Brightens as a light bulb flicks on over his head.*
Oi! You know what we can do today?
*Grins ear-to-ear, excitement stirring up in him.*
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Post by Katie Bell on Sept 29, 2009 1:36:15 GMT
*Scoots away from him, still laughing. A few seconds later, she calms down a bit*
*Looks over at him suspiciously, watching his hands like a cat watching a ball of yarn*
No, what can we do today?
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Sept 29, 2009 1:41:45 GMT
*Bounces like an excited little boy.*
We can move you in today!
*Beams brightly at her, hope evident in his eyes. There's nothing he wants more right now than to have her here permanently.*
We'll be so quick about it, have you all settled in, in a flash. Then we can resume our playtime.
*Wags his brows with insinuation.*
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Post by Katie Bell on Sept 29, 2009 1:46:21 GMT
*Huffs, biting her lip so she doesn't start laughing. If she does, this soon afterwards, she won't stop for a while*
Well-
*Sees the hope in his eyes, her resolve shattering. She nods, rolling her eyes as the grown wizard before her transforms into a little boy doing his first magic trick*
-Alright...if you really want to...
*Grins*
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Sept 29, 2009 1:53:19 GMT
*His excited demeanor falters as she bites her lip, he can tell she's about to burst out with laughter.*
We don't...
*Now he feels as though he's pushing her into something she really doesn't want to do. Feeling terrible he scoots away from her, folding his hands into his lap.*
No, it's okay. You can move in when you're ready.
*Turns his head, looking toward the kitchen. Once again he leaps to his feet, looks over his shoulder at her, and asks.*
Tea?
*Doesn't wait for a reply as he's already padding off to the kitchen.*
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Post by Katie Bell on Sept 29, 2009 2:01:05 GMT
*Her grin fades into a frown as he scoots away, stands, and walks to the kitchen*
*Confused expression, not knowing what just happened*
*Softly*
Oi!
*Sighs, jumping up. She knows he won't listen if he thinks it's for the best*
Greyson Ollivander, don't walk away from me!
*Narrows her eyes, hands going to her hips*
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Sept 29, 2009 2:04:33 GMT
*Stops walking just inches away from the kitchen, running a hand through his hair. He turns around to face her, eyes upon the floor.*
Wha'?
*He feels as though he's about to be scolded by a professor or his mother.*
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Post by Katie Bell on Sept 29, 2009 2:11:03 GMT
Don't "Wha'?" me, you just walked off!
*Stalks over to him, her tone softens a bit as she sees his expression*
*Reaches for his hands, not knowing what caused this change in him*
C'mon, love. What's the long face for?
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Sept 29, 2009 2:14:55 GMT
*Places his hands in hers, looking into her eyes from under his lashes.*
It's nothing.
*Attempts to smile, failing miserably.*
I just don't want you to feel pressured or anything. Take your time to decide if you want to live here.
*Shrugs.*
The flat isn't going anywhere.
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Post by Katie Bell on Sept 29, 2009 2:22:21 GMT
*She slides her fingers between his; part comfort and part to keep from hexing him*
And neither am I.
*Shuffles closer to him, making sure he's looking at her*
Do you think I'd agree to something like that if I didn't mean it?
*Shakes her head, softly grinning*
I'm not wasting time, waiting for the inevitable. I'd like- I'd love to move in today, but I absolutely refuse to if you're going to mope about.
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