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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Oct 7, 2009 19:59:07 GMT
*Laughs as she messes up his hair, mixing everything in it. He wasn't expecting that, though he should have been considering he is dealing with a witch like her.*
*With his fingers, he scoops what egg is left on the sleeve of her pajamas, and he wipes it across her forehead.*
*Holds her out at arms length, assessing what he has done, and winks.*
Very lovely.
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Post by Katie Bell on Oct 7, 2009 20:12:09 GMT
*Huffs as the egg smears across her forehead before snickering at the sight of his hair. She can only imagine what she herself looks like, covered in the various ingredients*
*Drawls playfully*
Why, thank you.
You don't look too bad yourself there, mate.
*Grins, wondering how the wizard before her is able to bring this mischevious side of her out, without even doing anything*
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Oct 7, 2009 20:19:17 GMT
*Nods enthusiastically, a lopsided grin creeping onto his face.*
*He quickly turns away from her to survey the damage that has been done to the kitchen. Taken by surprise by how everything isn't that messy, he claps his hands together, rocking back and forth on his heels.*
Well, looks like there's a bit of-
*Turns back to face Katie, and even though she's covered in muck, it's obvious she still takes Greyson's breath away. Once again he notices how perfect things between them seem to be. Everything from the way they get along to the way she fits in his arms.*
-cleaning up to do.
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Post by Katie Bell on Oct 7, 2009 20:27:57 GMT
*Smiles brightly at his expression, knowing the mess was worth it*
Mhmm-
*Nods*
-maybe just a bit.
*Lifts one hand, holding her index finger and thumb a breath apart, snickering. The kitchen actually isn't that bad, but if one were to judge by the looks of the two, it'd look twenty times worse. She's thankful, though, for whatever happened the other day that they met- it's not like just any other wizard would be able to pull off what Greyson did, and not tick her off*
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Nov 22, 2009 21:57:36 GMT
*Smirking he reaches up and plucks a bit of egg shell out of her hair, pecking a somewhat clean spot on her nose.*
Honestly love, you look a little worse than the kitchen.
*Winks teasingly.*
How about I deal with that-
*Tosses his head back toward the kitchen.*
-while you, ummm...
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Post by Katie Bell on Nov 22, 2009 22:07:24 GMT
*Makes a face at the egg shell, now wondering how much of it is left in her hair*
*Drawls*
Oh as if you look any better, Greyson.
*Looks down at her clothes- mainly the mess on the clothes- and pipes up*
While I wash up? Sure, love. That's fine with me-
*Shrugs and turns to the door*
-and you can shower on your own, after I'm finished. I trust that you're not going to peek or anything, right?
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Nov 22, 2009 22:10:52 GMT
*A small frown creeps on his face. Somehow it feels like he found himself on the loosing end of the stick.*
*Flashes her an innocent smile.*
Me?
*Jabs finger in his chest, flour falling from the top of his head.*
I would never.
*Turns toward the kitchen, muttering.*
Let you catch me, anyway.
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Post by Katie Bell on Nov 22, 2009 22:19:01 GMT
*Grins, catching a part of his last comment, confident she knows what it was anyways*
C'mon.
*Turns back to him*
I might have started this mess, quite possibly, so you don't have to clean it on your own. Unless you're going to just magic it all away...then it shouldn't be too hard.
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Nov 22, 2009 22:23:15 GMT
*Laughs a low laugh. It's like she can read his mind.*
Like I'm gonna really clean that mess without magic.
*Waves his hands, shooing her off.*
Go on, go. I'll tackle this.
*Mocks pushing up his sleeves as he saunters into the kitchen.*
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Post by Katie Bell on Nov 22, 2009 22:34:43 GMT
*Playful concerned expression*
Be careful! Don't push yourself too hard, old man- I'll have to clean you up myself.
*Crosses her arms and watches him walk into the kitchen, still grinning*
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Nov 22, 2009 22:38:41 GMT
*Chortles, aiming his wand at the counter tops.*
*Mumbles.*
You can clean me anytime.
*Flicks his wand, performing a cleaning spell as he stands lazily in the middle of the kitchen.*
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Post by Katie Bell on Nov 22, 2009 22:48:07 GMT
*Quirks one eyebrow*
Well, now that the kitchen is clean...
*Turns and Disapparates into the bathroom to shower*
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Nov 22, 2009 22:52:49 GMT
*Shakes his head at the sound of her disapparation, flicking his wand over the the kitchen, cleaning everything just in case.*
Well done!
*Pats himself on the shoulder, more flour dumping onto the floor at his feet. He snorts with laughter, and realizes that he is in a bit of a dilemma. There is no where he can go, and not get whatever ingredients that are left on him all over the place.*
*Tapping his finger in his chin thoughtfully, he says out loud.*
There's only one place to go.
*Grins slyly, turning on his heel.*
*With a thunderous clap, Greyson apparates right into the bathroom.*
*Smirks at his image in the mirror.*
Katie? You forgot something.
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Post by Katie Bell on Nov 22, 2009 23:07:46 GMT
*Apparates in the bathroom, watching the closed door with one eyebrow raised. After about a minute, she shrugs and begins to peel her clothes off piece by piece, dropping them on the floor. Looking down at the pile, she blinks and suddenly wonders why she didn't just wave them all away.*
I'll do something with 'em when I'm done.
*She glances at the mirror, snickering at the sight of her hair and skin after the mess*
Just shows that-
*Jumps, spooked by the booming noise. Her jaw drops as she sees Greyson's reflection in the mirror, conjuring a towel and wrapping it around herself as a delayed reaction*
Oi!
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Nov 22, 2009 23:10:25 GMT
*The tops of his ears and cheeks flush red as he peeks down at Katie quickly while she wraps a towel around her.*
Oopsies...
*Shrugs, grinning.*
Sorry, I thought you'd be in the shower by now.
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