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HOTTT LADIES IN UR TOWN TO SEXXX 2NITE!!! CLICK HERE!!!

Edited 2011-09-06 23:07 (UTC)

Angela, you wouldn't by any chance have sent me a sort of owl-message-thing about 'hott ladies in my town'?

owl-message-thing?

Yes. Minus the owls.

and i am still completely lost.

I believe your device has been compromised. Unless there really are ladies of ill repute in this town that you desperately want me to know about.

damn it. now i have to do a virus scan so ginny won't think i'm trying to be a bad influence on you too.

She tends to think the reverse when it comes to us. But it'd be appreciated all the same.

Don't give up.

Sorry, who is this?

[Far be it from Fred to (actively) get in George's way of having a tumble with a gal, but that doesn't mean he's not going to be a right pain in the arse about it. There is no such thing as privacy in this household (lies, they left right about the time they started snogging, honestly) and once Ariadne's gone from the cabin, he goes straight to work in pretending otherwise when he charges straight into their room.]

Cover 'em or lose 'em, Georgie!

[George is lounging on his bed when Fred bursts in. Honestly, he expected something of the sort all evening, so he's managed to regain enough integrity to simply turn the page of his book in the most nonchalant manner he can.]

I have no idea what you're talking about, Fred.

Oh, come off it. You can't give me that rubbish.

[He is trollololololling along and plopping onto your bed, right at your feet and snatching that book out of your hands to look down at it.]

Sooo? How was it? Have we got to Scour all our supplies now?

[ooc; w o w did not intend matching icons, sorry!]

Edited 2011-11-21 01:56 (UTC)

[He gives his brother a good-natured kick before snatching his book back.]

I didn't shag her. There are people on this floor.

[Many of whom he's related to...]

[Okay, there is laughing and some falling back. Rude.]

Alright, fine. So you didn't shag. But you can't say nothing at all happened.

[Nudging you with his foot? Yes. Yes he is.]

Georgie...

Why are you so keen for the sordid details?

[He's laughing as well, and grabs Fred's foot to try and throw him off balance.]

Why?

[GDI, you are the rudest, George. Fred cannot talk through all this laughing and trying to stay upright. Invading your personal space while invading your personal life, that's just how this deal works.]

Merlin, I catch you in the storeroom with a lovely little bird and you're asking why. D'you strike out, then?

'course I didn't strike out.

[Come on, Fred. Like that's even a question.]

The desk in a disused bedroom just doesn't exactly scream romance.

[It's not. It's just the only way to get you to talk.]

Ew, sick! On the desk? I know what'll be next on the pitch for target practice.

[All of the teasing, dear brother.]

So you sent her home on a rain cheque? Bummer.

You wanted the details, Fred.

[The most evil grin.]

We've really got nothing but time in this place, at any rate.

[He gets up to flop down on his own bed, folding his arms behind his head and grinning up to the ceiling.]

You plan to see her again, then?

[George makes his best attempt at returning to his non-chalant pose from before. It doesn't entirely work.]

Suppose so, yeah.

[Fred doesn't even have to look to know. It's a rare thing, them courting a bird. There's a small quirk of his lips - amusement, or maybe excitement - and his tone stays even.]

Don't muck it up, aye? She seems a lovely gal.

Thanks for that tip, yeah. Because I actually had been planning on mucking it up. Cheers. Don't know what I'd do without you.

'course you don't, you'd be completely lost without me.

[Grinning grinning grinning.]

You'll keep me posted, then?

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