Licking Wounds

[inner_human]

Date: Friday, September 1
Time: 3:30 p.m.
Place: Salford, Pansy's flat
Characters Involved: Perry Derrick, Pansy Parkinson, invitation only
Rating: PG-13 for language... possibly R, they get kinda... "excited" sometimes....

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[freakedwithjet]

She hadn't been expecting visitors. Who would visit now that she wasn't talking to Perry and Draco, and Ady had recently appeared only to disappear without trace again. It was a sad thing when someone who thrived on attention as much as Pansy did had so few people to call upon

[inner_human]

"Wait, Pansy--" Ugh, she didn't even give him a chance to explain why he was there, but rather unceremoniously pushed him onto the sofa (he winced at the shock) and before he knew it she was there beside him, dabbing a wet cloth at his face. Perry had stubbornly been trying to turn his face out of Pansy's reach before she began her interrogation. He smirked and chuckled.

"Oh, I was careful. Painstaking. I made sure the stuffing was thoroughly beat out of him before I called it a done job." He then shot his hand out, grabbing hers, the one holding the cloth. "Don't. I only came to use the loo." He braced the other hand on the cushion beside him to push himself up.

[freakedwithjet]

"Like hell you did," said Pansy, pulling her hand away from his as though his touch burnt her and throwing the rag into the bowl of pink-tinged water. She wasn't going to fight to play nursemaid if he was going to fight her. "You came to - fuck, I don't know why you came, but it wasn't to go to the loo!"

She frowned and drew her knees up under her chin, glowering at him. He'd done this to spite her - got himself beaten into a bloody pulp, come over to exhibit his wrecked self to her and then refused to let her help. It was all to piss her off and what do you know, it had worked.

Waving a hand in the direction of the bathroom, she turned her face away. "But if you want to play pretend, you know where it is."

[inner_human]

Well hell, Perry didn't know why he came here either! He wasn't even in the room a full minute before Pansy was angry at him, yet again, as she always was. No matter what he did, she was determined to throw a tantrum.

He had only begun to stand and now he paused, watching Pansy with her knees under her chin, waving him off. Oh yes, he was going straight to the look, cleaning himself up without anyone's help, and then he was heading to Spinner's End. Why bother trying to talk to her? Just ignore her, get yourself together, and be on your way.

Perry fell back against the cushions in exasperation. "Does everything have to be a fecking performance with you?" He winced and lay his head against the back of the couch, running a hand through his hair.

"I came here to clean up, and to rest a moment before I head back home. So for once, could we not do this?" And she knew what this he meant.