Sunday Morning-Draco's room ((Linkdrop))

[pure_blooddraco]

Draco didn't sleep very well last night. There were a lot of possibilities as to why.

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[joxertehmighty]

So what if this was nowhere near Joxer's room.

Somehow, the poor guy ended up wandering right into Draco's room, no knock or anything. He was a bit out of sorts, one could suppose. I mean, the poor guy had been haunted, gooed on by a Triple Berry dragon, made a tentacle's bitch, and then made into a FTEC nurse's bitch.

He'd had an auspicious weekend too.

Luckily, he realized something was up pretty fast.

"This isn't my room," he said.

[pure_blooddraco]

Draco jumped. It totally was because of Joxer, not because of a particulary scary part on Z-Cases.

"Uh, you're correct, this isn't your room." he says "Are you ok?"

[joxertehmighty]

"I'm Joxer. Joxer the... bruised," he said. He paused for a second. "Didn't I see you at the thing last night?"

[pure_blooddraco]

"Yeah, I was there. I'm Draco the...also brusied I guess." he said, throughly weirded out because he said that. "Can't blame you for being confused. Last night was intense."

[joxertehmighty]

"Yeah, and I'm betting you didn't have the wrecky thing done to you at the clinic," Joxer said. "That was way worse than any tentacle, believe me."

[pure_blooddraco]

Draco's eyes widened and he silently decided he wouldn't be stopping by the clinic anytime soon. "No, no wrecky things for me. Sounds painful and mentally scarring though."

[joxertehmighty]

"Scarring elsewhere too," Joxer said, reflexively reaching back and rubbing his behind.

"Next time something like that happens, I want somebody to be doing more than just hold my hand."

[pure_blooddraco]

"More? Like what?" he asked. He knew he'd probably regret asking.

[joxertehmighty]

"Dinner, dancing, and at least a kiss or two," Joxer said. "You know, I've had trouble sitting down ever since they... did the thing that they did?"

[pure_blooddraco]

"Oh wow. That's one of the most disturbing things I've ever heard." said Draco, mostly to himself. "I take it you're not going back to the clinic any time soon?"

[joxertehmighty]

"Definitely," Joxer said. He looked at Draco and raised an eyebrow. "So what were you doing at the thing last night?"

[pure_blooddraco]

"Apart from helping with them magic? I was being haunted by an old weirdo and I wanted to be rid of him." he says "I definitely didn't count on being attacked by tentacles."

[joxertehmighty]

"I'm starting to think you should always expect tentacles," Joxer said. He gave Draco a quick look over. "Magic, huh? Not buff enough for the fighting?"

[pure_blooddraco]

Draco was only mildly insulted. "I can fight. It's just that they needed as many people as possible to help with the magic." he says "I'm plenty buff. Well maybe more lean than buff. But I can still throw a punch."

[joxertehmighty]

Joxer nodded. "I was just thinking, all that studying for that magic, can't give a lot of time for sword practice," he said.

"What all does that magic stuff involve, anyways?"

[pure_blooddraco]

"Well, ok, you're right about the sword thing. Not really practical when you can catch something on fire with a few words." he says, grabbing his wand off the night stand. He held it up for Joxer to see. "We just use standard wands." he says "But witches like Willow and the Halliwells don't really need them."

"So you can sword fight, huh?" he says "My mother never let me near pointy objects. She was a little overprotective."

He decided not to mention that because of this he didn't find out what scissors were until he was twelve.