Manly Advice (Owls and Closed RP for Fred, George, Sirius, and Jim.)

[mischief_george]

A few days after his non-date that turned out to be very much a date and then kind of got weird because girls were sodding mental, George decided it was time to be proactive. To pull himself up by his bootstraps and try to figure out what the hell had happened.

So, he sent out a few owls. It was time for reinforcements.

Comments

Sent via Buff, who is walking, and looking none too pleased about it.

[busty_robin]

WeGeorge-

Thanks for the

I don't want your damn

I'm sorry about

You think this makes

Okay. That wasn't going to work. Buff wound up delivering the following:

George,

No promises.

-Steph

Sent two minutes later, by an owl, because there's no way Buff would finish a run in two minutes.

[busty_robin]

George-

Um. That was supposed to sound like a joke, not a threat. And don’t you dare send Buff back on any sort of magic-doohicky. He ate my pillowcase this morning and is under punishment.

-Steph

Buff returns looking very sorry with a tiny chicken muzzle on

[mischief_george]

Steph,

Duly noted.

Are you

Are we

Did I

Lovely weather this time of year, isn't it?

--George

Sent via school owl. Buff may or may not have had a stroke from all the exercise.

[busty_robin]

George,

What do

I can't

I'm not

FUCK. QUILLS.

Sure is. And how about that local sports team we root for?

-Steph.

Return owl, bearing a single daisy. Shut up, he was flailing.

[mischief_george]

Steph,

I want to

Why can't we

I think

They're doing quite brilliantly. And insert some rant on area politicians here, don't you agree?

--George

Buffmail. He's not eating the daisy, which is something.

[busty_robin]

George,

What can you

It's me, I'm so

If you knew

Oh, my, yes. Blah, blah, the real estate market in that hot new neighborhood.

-Steph

Buffmail back. This time he carries a small silk pouch of Dungbombs

[mischief_george]

Steph,

I want

You're just

I don't care if

Just drove through there last week. In my random mid-line car that I recently purchased.

--George

Very-tired-Buffmail. He has been charmed to be unable to carry any gifts back. Steph is l33t, yo.

[busty_robin]

George,

What makes you think

You don't know anything abo

Say that now but

Speaking of vehicles, how about those gas prices, which may or may not have changed?

-Steph

Buff returns in the arms of a house-elf, who is also carrying a huge bunch of wildflowers

[mischief_george]

Steph,

Because I know

Then tell me

Trust me, I'm stubborn as

They certainly are staying the same/going up. I blame the government.

--George

Post-Nap Buffmail. Casa de Steph's been warded from all other animals, & houselves are so banned.

[busty_robin]

George,

No you

It's not as

Why should

This so stupid

Ah, the government. What do you think of that candidate for that upcoming election-type-thing?

-Steph

Buffmail. Trailing behind him is a package of assorted sweets, charmed to bounce along after

[mischief_george]

Steph,

This is bloody stupid.

Look, I like you. A lot. And whether that is ill advised or this is the wrong way to go about it or...or whatever, I don't care. I like you, all right? And I've bloody never done this before, so I'm bound to make a lot of stupid mistakes. And you'll just have to deal with it. Because I like you, Stephanie Brown. And I'm going to keep owling you and keep sending you things, because I like to imagine that makes you smile. And I'll make an idiot of myself, because your laugh makes my heart stop. And I sound like a sodding girl right now and I don't give a bouncing bowtruckle.

I want to date you. I want to see you again. I want to get to know you, all right? And I'm not going away.

And I haven't the foggiest how you feel about me or any of that, but it doesn't matter. Because now you know.

Here's hoping I didn't just ram my foot in my mouth again.

Cheers.

--George

Buffmail. He's back on the carpet, because homie deserves a rest. Wards have been lifted.

[busty_robin]

George-

...A bowtruckle?

-Steph

P.S. You didn't. Your mouth is foot free.

Buff returns

[mischief_george]

(On the carpet is also a cage with a large, leafy branch (charmed to never die) and a bowtruckle named Steve. Around his neck is a little collar that says so.)

Steph,

Movie night tomorrow? We don't even have to leave the castle.

--George

Yet another Buffmail. He thinks these kids are very stupid.

[busty_robin]

George,

I'll bring nachos. For me, though. You'll have to work something out for yourself.

-Steph

P.S. Steve. He's um...wow. I'm honestly speechless.

Return of the Buffman. George has bribed him with leftover sandwich to like him.

[mischief_george]

Steph,

Now that is just cold. Just for that, I'm not sharing my popcorn. With extra butter. That's right.

--George

P.S. He's a bowtruckle! He eats wood lice. Don't worry, though, he'll make do with brown rice.

School Owl, because Buff cannot be trusted, the lush.

[busty_robin]

George,

Popcorn. As in, popped corn? Way to slack on your duties there, Weasely.

-Steph

P.S. Oh, I believe everything you just said. Doesn't make him any less... 'o_O' as the greeks say.

Kind of cute, though.