Adventures in Muggleland

[sixfootwood]

Here are a few pictures Percy's been lettin' me take of 'em since we got here. These Muggle camera things aren't quite as good as ours, nothing moves and the pictures take FOREVER to stop bein' little squares of blank paper and turn into proper people. But, I'm gettin' to take pictures of him so that's good enough for me. We decided to take the

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[redheads_suck]

Well, of course you wouldn't attract that much attention in Manhattan, Ollie. Much weirder things are seen on a daily basis. Part of the charm, really. XD

Lovely pictures of the beau. ^_~

[sixfootwood]

Isn't he a looker, my Perce? I told 'em it's him they keep whistlin' at when we go downtown every night, but he's denyin' it.

[redheads_suck]

So you're still in New York? We should meet up while you're here!

[sixfootwood]

ohhh aye, we are until Sunday! I figure the new book-madness will be slowed down a bit by then, eh? We're stayin' at the......whossitcalled? Waldurf somethingorother, anyway we can meet up somewhere tonight, yeah?

[redheads_suck]

...Probably not, actually. Fans can be a bit obsessive at times. You're at the Waldorf? Pretty ritzy there, darling, but excellent choice.

Sounds excellent. Let me know where's good for you. ^__^

[redheads_suck]

Damned thing timed me out. >_>

[sixfootwood]

bastards.

I know, right? Appears I'm one'a them kept blokes, as Percy just keeps pullin' paper money out of his pockets and handing it to people. I mean I make an ok livin' what with being a well-loved and absofuckinglutely adorable Quidditch star, but Perce isn't lettin' me pay for anything yet.

how's bout you meet us downstairs for dinner this evenin'? I promise to wear my good pants and probably brush my hair. And maybe Percy's too.

[redheads_suck]

So your Percy is a sugar daddy then? Point for you, that.

Oh, the offer of you in good pants is simply far too much for me to resist. ^_^ Say, 8 o'clock?

[sixfootwood]

oh aye, brill, isn't it? Though I plan on overcoming him later and making him let me spoil him absolutely rotten.

dear woman, I knew you were wise in the ways of Good Pants. We'd best not speak of Bad Pants, as that is not a topic for mixed company. 8 o'clock sounds SMASHING. I'll be starving by then, and Perce will have grown tired of my bitching. See you there!