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[feorging]

[ accidental video ]

[Alright, so. Porn. Nothing too humiliating because, hello, Fred has no shame. So all you see is him sitting with his head resting in one of his hands as he digs through the lot of it, sniggering and shaking his head as he goes along.

UNTIL HE FINDS THIS.

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action; once they are safely in the next room

[greding]

What the hell were you looking at that for?

action;

[feorging]

[He's still covering his face with his hands - it's burned into his retinas - but he drops them to look at his brother as though he's gone mad.]

Bloody Hell, Georgie. You honestly think I'd go looking for that, that--.

[No words. There are just no words. He slaps his hands back to his face and shakes his head.]

action;

[greding]

I was managing just fine without running across anything... disturbing.

action;

[feorging]

I hadn't run across anything, it just...attacked me from nowhere.

[He's just gonna drop his head on the table now.]

Do you love me enough to Scour my eyes from my skull?

action;

[greding]

Only if you promise to hold still for the whole thing. Ginny'd get so irked if we got blood and brain chunks all over the kitchen.

action;

[feorging]

Bugger her. I'd rather that than live another moment with that monstrosity in the other room.

action;

[greding]

I don't think both us us need to be missing any more of our faces.

action;

[feorging]

You pull it off well enough. I'll just wear a blindfold. Or maybe get two eyes in Moody's likeness.

Action;

[greding]

I'd do an eyepatch if I were you. I reckon the ladies would find it more dashing.

Action;

[feorging]

And look like a giirateirate? Have you ever heard of anything so absurd?

[...why are they seriously discussing this.]

Action;

[greding]

That's it then. You'll just have to live with what you've brought upon yourself. Forever.

[Because they're fabulous, that's why.]

Action;

[feorging]

Brilliant. Thank you, dearest brother. You can leave me to wither and rot here now.

[Face buried in the table okok. He'd be dying if he wasn't already dead.]

Action;

[greding]

If you insist on doing that, at least go into the garden first. We have to eat off this table.

Action;

[feorging]

Are you really thinking of eating right now? I'm spiraling into a depression and you're thinking of supper.

Action;

[greding]

It's not my fault you decided to have your mental breakdown in the kitchen. If you don't want everyone thinking of food, have it in the living room.

Action;

[feorging]

Oh, certainly. I'll try to be more considerate next time I'm contemplating my own demise.