ohlook.

[alissa_loves_u]

hey look, i'm actually updating.
lish hasn't had much to write about lately so this is why she hasn't updated.
i want to write fluff, inspiration anyone?

kisses and tissues,
'lisha.

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'stead of just saying GONKS, here's some...I got bored again...

[raepoo]

There were nights when she had nightmares

Re: Bananas ;x

[alissa_loves_u]

Jas howled in response to every wrong note Amber struck and Gene rubbed one of his temples, taking the bass from her, shaking his head

Re: SNORT. Has to be in St. Mungo's.

[raepoo]

She had a pen in her hand, slowly writing something. Gene blinked, staring as Tonks didn't even look up as he came into the room.

"What're you doing?"

Tonks gave a small shrug, still not looking up. Gene slowly sauntered over, looking down.

"Are you...?"

"Yes, I'm writing on a banana."

Tonks was apparently writing herself a long note, letters small and clear.

"...Do you do this often?"

"No, why?"

Gene only perked a brow.

"Nevermind."

He only shook his head before taking a banana that was not scribbled on and peeled it, biting into it. He felt Tonks staring at him.

"What?"

"...I was gonna write on that banana too..."

Gene let a hand slap at his forehead as he shook his head.

Re: Conquistador, Gene's tarantula.

[alissa_loves_u]

Tonks paid special attention to the tape again, frowned, and rewound it with a flick of the wand, blinking toward the boy in the bed before shaking her head.
"...patient cares little for the environment around him, is content with destroying documents, steals from the nurses that visit, I would recommend...Tonks shut the cassette off, looked at him

Re: o.o...*has arachnaphoiba* Perfume.

[raepoo]

"Doesn't bite...much..."

"No."

"I swear, not posionous."

"No."

Tonks sat on the bed, shaking her head, Gene rolling his eyes, tarantula on his hand.

"He won't hurt you, I swear!"

"No, goddammit."

She gave him a glare, scooting to the corner of her bed. Gene sat at the other end, tarantula slowly making it's way down his hand.

"...I'm going to kill you."

Gene shrugged, smirking as he did so. Tonks warily eyed the large spider slowly making it's way to her before squeaking and jumping off her bed, running to her bathroom, locking the door.

Gene gave a sigh before staring at his tarantula, letting it walk back up his arm.

"Don't think she liked you..."

Re: Swimming pool

[kneeling__]

The smell of Tonks is something that Gene adores. Her scent varies, depending on which of the bottles she uses and even when she doesn't use any perfume at all she has a scent. A light, free, I'll Kick Your Ass if You Pinch My Butt Again smell.
Her smell describes her, inside and out, much of it unreadable by way of words. The smell is the feeling of her wrapped into his arms while napping, the smirks she might give him in the middle of a class. The perfume of Tonks is the way she sips her coffee, the sound of her laugh, and he's starting to feel as though he can't get by without it.

Re: Someone singing. I'll be back on aim soon!

[raepoo]

She had started to train again, building up the stamina, the energy, the instincts she had when she was an auror. Training that consisted of endless hours of going on runs, swimming,sparring against someone, coming back with black eyes, sprained wrists, cracked ribs

Re: Ehm, the zoo.

[alissa_loves_u]

He felt ridiculous holding the bow and arrow, staring at the bullseye but Tonks had made a big deal of how fun it was, how absolutely thrilling.
His eyes narrowed as she instructed him, he nodded, and then let the arrow fly, holding his breath until the point had thumped solidly into the circle. It missed the bright red mark in the middle but it was nice to know he didn't completely suck.
"Wow, your aim's pretty good, Gene."
He loaded another arrow, smiled.
"I hope it's just as good in the bedroom."
Concentration broken, he snorted a laugh, lowered the bow with a shake of his head.
"Seeing is believing, Tonks."
She thwapped him a good one and Gene grinned. Archery wasn't so bad after all.