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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Sept 29, 2009 2:28:43 GMT
*Unable to look anywhere but into her eyes, he softens up, feeling much better as he hears her words.*
*He knows she wouldn't do anything she didn't want to do, nor would he want her to. Smiling at her, he shakes his head.*
Who's moping? I'm not moping.
*Closes the small space between them, playing with her fingers.*
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Post by Katie Bell on Sept 29, 2009 2:38:02 GMT
*Mutters, rolling her eyes playfully*
No, but you were.
*Looks down at their hands, still amazed at the perfect fit*
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Sept 29, 2009 2:40:21 GMT
*Smirks, rolling his eyes.*
Maybe just a little.
*Lifts his arm to lay over her shoulders, his other hand still locked onto hers.*
I'm done now. See.
*Beams down at her, over his little pouting party.*
All better.
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Post by Katie Bell on Sept 29, 2009 2:49:45 GMT
*Nods, smiling*
Much better.
*Innocent look*
When my stuff gets here, you do. not. touch. any of my clothes.
No matter what.
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Sept 29, 2009 2:53:08 GMT
*Furrows his brow in confusion. Why on earth would she not want him to touch her clothes?*
What are you worried I'm going to do, have a fashion show?
*Laughs at the thought of him trying to squeeze a leg into a pair of her pants.*
As lovely as your things might look on me, I am afraid I'm going to have to put my foot down, and say no.
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Post by Katie Bell on Sept 29, 2009 2:58:03 GMT
*Eyes widen and she tosses her head back, laughing*
No, Greyson!
*Smacks his chest*
I meant stay-
*Pauses, grinning mischievously*
-on second thought, nevermind. If you don't know what I'm talking about, then I'm not going mention it.
*Whistles and starts to pull away, cheekily asking*
Tea?
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Sept 29, 2009 3:00:31 GMT
*Grabs her hand tighter, pulling her back to him. He lofts a quizzical brow, wondering what exactly she meant.*
Wait. What in the name of Merlin are you talking about?
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Post by Katie Bell on Sept 29, 2009 3:02:23 GMT
*Whistles innocently, looking everywhere but him*
Me? Oh-
*Shrugs*
-nothin'.
*Tries to pull away again, fighting back a smirk*
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Sept 29, 2009 3:05:05 GMT
*Growls playfully at her, stooping low to sweep her up into his arms.*
Bell.
*He starts sternly, ending in amusement.*
You had better spill it before I throw you over my shoulder.
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Post by Katie Bell on Sept 29, 2009 3:09:46 GMT
*Narrows her eyes, showing more casualness than she felt*
You wouldn't.
*Checks her nails, fighting a wicked grin once more*
It's cheatin' anyway, mate.
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Sept 29, 2009 3:13:07 GMT
*Grins as he happily throws her over his shoulder, hovering a hand over her bum.*
Such a perfect bulls eye.
*Pulls his hand back, squinting one eye as he takes aim.*
Merlin, this is gonna hurt me more than it hurts you.
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Post by Katie Bell on Sept 29, 2009 3:16:55 GMT
*Eyes widen as she's thrown over his shoulder, laughing*
Greyson!
*Laughter stops suddenly as his words sink in*
Oi! You wouldn't dare!
*Squirms, trying to break away, knowing that he would dare*
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Sept 29, 2009 19:06:51 GMT
*He starts to teeter to one side as Katie squirms about on his shoulder, lays the hand he was going to spank her with on the wall to brace himself.*
OI! Sit still, you're going to topple us!
*Plants his feet firmly on the floor, curling his arm around her tiny waist, gripping her tighter so they don't fall over.*
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Post by Katie Bell on Sept 29, 2009 21:48:14 GMT
*Stops struggling, gawking at the wizard behind his back*
Don't blame me, Ollivander! You started it!
*Pokes his back, just then realizing that if he can swat her, she can hit back*
The taller they are, the harder they fall, anways. And it's not my fault you're a bit of a giant.
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Sept 30, 2009 1:15:19 GMT
*With Katie slung over his shoulder, he starts for the couch.*
I don't think so, Bell. Your bum wouldn't be in jeopardy if you would've just finished your thought.
*Now that he has his balance, he takes aim on her back side once again.*
Poke away, little elf. It won't stop me from spankin' you.
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