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[dracolicious]

I've been feeling out of sorts. Now that Granger has ousted me from most of the renovation goings on, I find myself shuffling about listlessly with very little to do. I suppose I should be focusing on that godforsaken fundraising event, but even that leaves a bitter taste in my mouth that only mass quantities of my preferred pork products can

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[boywholives]

Feel better?

[dracolicious]

A little.

[boywholives]

I must be losing my touch.

[dracolicious]

Even the Chosen One has his limits.

[boywholives]

I refuse to accept that.

Maybe I need to get out the animal crackers and put on a show for you like I did for the kids this morning.

[dracolicious]

Who told you about that? Did the damned elves sell me out for watching?

[boywholives]

I could sense your presence from afar.

[dracolicious]

I knew I should have been more subtle about dragging you into the pantry afterward.

[boywholives]

Who knew that animated bits of cracker was such a turn-on for you...

[dracolicious]

Well, Potter, if you can animate those, think of all the less child-friendly things you could make dance right up some unsuspecting person's arse, for example. Like vegetables that have been charmed to vibrate.

[boywholives]

Something wrong with good old-fashioned cock?

[dracolicious]

Nothing wrong with a bit of variety, unless you're keen to charm your bits to vibrate?

[boywholives]

So what are we talking, exactly? Broccoli florets, baby corn, radishes...

[dracolicious]

Multiple radishes connected with string could be promising . . . I was thinking of more phallic produce, but I'm willing to work with whatever we've got on hand.

[boywholives]

I think Corey has a rawhide bone around here somewhere...might be a bit chewed up, though...

[dracolicious]

Nothing overly sharp, thanks.