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[siriuslyqueer]

Listen, Moony.

I may have started this fruity little communication set-up here.
I may have started the day NOT making you smell my socks. I swear they were lemon scented this time!

DON'T GET USED TO THIS NICENESS, EH?

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[ibrakeforbooks]

You made me smell your boxers, though.

[siriuslyqueer]

Well that was a given.

[ibrakeforbooks]

And yet when I ask you to smell my hair because I think some of the Slytherins have perhaps slipped something gross and smelly in it, you find yourself incapable of doing such a thing.

[siriuslyqueer]

Because.

If I smell it, MAYBE I'LL CATCH IT TOO, whatever it is that you have.

[ibrakeforbooks]

.................

Right.

Anyway. Have you seen my book? The one by that muggle author, Stephen King? I'd just gotten to page 600 and it's taken me my entire seven years at Hogwarts to get this far and I really really want to finish it before I'm an invalid.

[siriuslyqueer]

Ah, yes. I picked it up the other day and started reading it.

IT'S PRETTY CREEPY, MOONY.

LIKE
REALLY CREEPY.

[ibrakeforbooks]

Yes, well, Stephen King wrote it. Enough said.

[siriuslyqueer]

MY POINT BEING:
You can have it back ANYTIME.
Even though my cologne kindasorta EXPLODED on it. And I couldn't get it off...

[ibrakeforbooks]

...........................

You did what.

[siriuslyqueer]

Well it sorta.. tipped over, y'know...?

THE BOOK'S FINE. IT'S DANDY AND DRY NOW.
It just.. rather.. smells like me.

[ibrakeforbooks]

It smells ... like ... you.

Well. Forget about ever paying attention to that book anym

Right. Okay.

Well.

...Great.

[ibrakeforbooks]

...WAIT WHAT? I CAN'T PAY ATTENTION TO IT ANYMORE?

Wait, you know what? It's NOT great.

I TAKE THAT BACK.

[siriuslyqueer]

I'msosorryMoonypleasedon'tkillme!

[ibrakeforbooks]

MY BOOK

SMELLS LIKE YOU.

IT IS DRENCHED IN THE SCENT OF YOU.

[siriuslyqueer]

BUT I DIDN'T MEAN TO!

[ibrakeforbooks]