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hey look, i'm actually updating.
lish hasn't had much to write about lately so this is why she hasn't updated.
i want to write fluff, inspiration anyone?
kisses and tissues,
'lisha.
lish hasn't had much to write about lately so this is why she hasn't updated.
i want to write fluff, inspiration anyone?
kisses and tissues,
'lisha.
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Amber stood on his toes, staring up at him, and Gene frowned in concentration while stepping around the cleared living room.
Amber was giggling but the boy himself didn't seem to notice; he was the one who needed the lessons, not her.
"I think...ow, Amber!"
The blonde jerked her head to the right, brows raising.
You missed a step, you big dolt.
Tonks leaned against the kitchen doorway with a mug of coffee in hand, her eyes following the couple from behind the rim. She made no effort not to smile.
It was just too endearing, the frown of concentration on Gene's face as he shuffled himself and the pigtailed girl towards one place and then the other.
She hadn't planned on interrupting, had only meant to watch but, as she noted the misplacement of his feet again, she cleared her throat ( ... )
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The dish went crashing near his head and he cringed, eyes narrowing as she tugged another plate free, scowling at him.
"You went and you--"
smash
"--got it after I--"
a glass was lifted, tossed
"told you specifically not to ( ... )
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"Mmm?"
"What the fuck is this doing here?"
He lazily looked up from his pile of books, blowing impatiently at teh quill and looking above it to something Tonks held in her hand. He blinked at her expression.
"What is doing where?"
"This, numbskull."
She threw the packet at him, making it hit squarely on his head, landing on his lap. He blinked, once, twice, thrice before quirkign an eye brow.
"Um...."
She looked at him, arms propped up on her knees, his school bag settled on her lap, obviously going through his things.
"Wait...why are you you going through my stuff?"
"Because I can, what's that doing in here?"
She answered back non-chalantly before turning back her focus on him.
"Um...just in case?"
She gave a soft snort.
"Desperate, no?"
She rolled her eyes, going through his things again, pulling out quills, books, parchments.
"Well...you know Tonks, we are on a bed and I do ha ( ... )
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"Breakfast will be ready in a few, Gene, you can't be that hungry."
"I'm a growing boy," his eyebrows waggle, "in more ways than one."
He narrowly avoids getting whacked, eyes squinting to slits, "But I'm not eating that."
Tonks looks to the frying bacon, opens her mouth, closes it long enough to pout and get the expression across.
"And why not, may I ask?"
"Because eating bacon's like eating pig ass."
Tonks simply stares at him for a moment, "What--"
"Imagine a pig rolling along in the mud, it's on feces, rolling and leaping and running and snorting. You're eating that dirty, muck-covered pig, bathed in it's own juices."
"I think I'm going to be sick."
"Oh come on, it's not that bad--"
"Yes, it is, goddamnit, Gene."
"...I love you."
Tonks rolls her eyes, turns the eye on the stove off, and dumps the bacon into the trash.
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"You WHAT?!"
"I hate it."
"Why?"
"Fucking sugar on a stick."
"And?"
"IT'S FUCKING SUGAR."
Tonks stared at Gene with wide eyes, mouth slightly agape.
"...You're a freak."
Gene gave a light snort before shrugging.
"I know."
"No, really, a freak."
"...Okay..."
She rolled her eyes before taking a fluffly piece of the cotton candy and placing it in her mouth, still shaking her head in his direction.
"It's not that weird, okay?"
"FREAK."
Gene rolled his eyes before winding an arm around her shoulder, ignoring the fluff of the cotton candy and walking in a random direction.
"Still love me?"
"Only if you eat some of the cotton candy."
"What?!"
She gave him a glare, one that said, 'Do as I say or I promise much pain and death and embaressement for you.' Reluctantly, he plucked the smallest bit of fluff and popped it into his mouth, making a face as teh sugar melted in his mouth.
"Love you."
"Good. Love you too...in five minutes."
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Jas wagged his tail rapidly, licked at the hand which had just handed him the doggy treat.
Gene leaned in, scratched behind the puppy's ears, drew him into his lap to hug and to pet, grinning widely.
"Why, Gene, you've gone and left me for a lab?"
Gene stared at her, feeling guilty, released the pup as it ran to circle and sniff at Tonks feet, jumping up for pats on the head and back.
"I think that was affection, Gene," Tonks said, bending to scoop up the dog.
"No, it wasn't. You were imagining things."
"Mm."
Gene was quiet, flushed red, "Dog's special to me, all right?"
Tonks nodded, grinning widely, "Let's go play with sensitive ol' Mr. Gene," she cooed to the pup, who gave an appreciate bark in return.
Gene rolled his eyes, though he was close to grinning. The pup was cute, impossible not to like.
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Gene grins broadly, hoists himself up, and inwardly winces once he swings a leg over, lands too hard.
His voice is small when he responds, "...it'll be fun."
Tonks half-smirks, "Hurt yourself?"
"'Course not."
He stands, slowly, realizes that the balance beam is really quite intimidating from up here, and holds both arms out.
"You'd make an awkward gymnast Gene."
That makes him frown, gives him a little encouragement.
"Oh please," he states, shuffling forward, "it's a piece of cake. Bet they hardly have to practice."
He lifts both arms, lunging slightly.
"Gene...maybe you shouldn't..."
Twenty minutes later they're sitting in the kitchen, Gene with a towel pressed to his nose, his head tilted back, Tonks tsking.
"I told you that..."
"Shut up."
"Mm, you don't mean that, is it broken?"
"No."
"At least you learned your lesson," Tonks says, grinning.
Gene glares at her.
"Think I'd like to take it back."
Tonks pats him on the head, "Wise decision."
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Iona's voice did howl, just about screeched at him.
"I CAN NOT BELIEVE YOU!!! HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I TOLD YOU TO USE PROTECTION. P.R.O.T.E.C.T.I.O.N!!! PROTECTION!!! THE GIRL CALLED MY HOUSE CRYING! YOU'RE TO TAKE CARE OF THIS, EUGENE, AND SHE'D BETTER JUST BE STRESSED. IF SHE'S PREGNANT I'LL TAKE YOU OUT OF SCHOOL ( ... )
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