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rar_terry in road_ahead

RP: Manning up

Feb 05, 2009 19:41

Date: 5 September 1999
Characters: Terry Boot and Michael Corner
Location: 44 S. Vinewood Avenue, Hogsmeade
Status: Semi-private (Greg too if he wanders through)
Summary: Terry needs to find out what's bugging Michael.
Completion: InComplete

( The situation had become a bit ridiculous )

september 1999, michael corner, terry boot, place: private residence

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rar_michael February 6 2009, 02:24:34 UTC

Michael cocked one eye open as Terry deigned to speak with him.

"Go to the head of the class, Boot. Not like I've been knackered every day since training started." He knew he was being a prat, but at least he hadn't hit Boot yet.

"Something I can help you with?"

rar_terry February 6 2009, 02:30:48 UTC

Typical Corner response, Terry thought; when in doubt, lay on the sarcasm.

"Yeah, I know you're always knackered," he said cautiously. "You make that pretty obvious every night when you flop on the sofa."

Terry swallowed, then nodded. "Actually, yes. Was wondering why you disappeared before breakfast Sunday morning. Or if you even stayed the night. Nobody at the beach house knew exactly when you left, or why."

There. Might as well lay it all out.

rar_michael February 6 2009, 02:52:17 UTC

"I can flop upstairs, if you'd like the couch back. Although you seem to spend most of your time on the couch next door, according to Padma." He pulled himself to a sitting position.

He looked at Terry. "Before breakfast? I left right after you walked out on me. Or, rather, right after I saw you take your bag and move it to Lisa's room. Which would explain why you don't even know when I left." He sighed.

"I'm just not sure how to act around you and Turpin."

rar_terry February 6 2009, 03:06:34 UTC

"Don't care about getting it back," Terry insisted, then shrugged about Padma's comment. "More comfortable couch over there, y'know? Softer." He assumed Michael would know he was referring to the occupant of the couch, as well as the furniture itself.

Terry pursed his lips. "Really? That early?" Rubbing his neck, Terry looked down at the floor, right in front of Michael's shoes. "I...didn't know. Really."

Now he leaned back in the chair, blowing out a breath. "Dunno that you need to act any particular way with us, Mikey. We're still your best mates."

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