Hey 'Fan! It's George [and Fred]! You know, the handsome red-heads? We had an absolutely smashing time last night at The Simmering Sweetmeats. Hope you don't mind the owl, but you didn't give us your fellytone numbers, or whatever they're called. Maybe you'd like to join us tonight? Say, six? [or seven thirty because unlike some people, I have work to do] Ignore Fred. So, can you come? We promise a round or three on us.
Hey George! And Fred. I was a bit surprised at the owl, but it settled down after I gave it something to eat. I hope it'll get back to you two without a problem, and it's called a telephone. The promise of three (or five?) rounds on you? I will definitely be there. At six, even. (Honestly, Fred, work?)
See you tonight! Fan'
--- ....heeee!! Thank you! Big huge idiotic grin on my face. Joey must think I'm bonkers. Which, she'd be totally right. *loves the twins like crazy*
I love the response. You are just too cute. And I'm doing this up in my LJ right now. I hope people get into it because it's so much fun. I did one for indigochild76 as well and she really liked hers.
Actually... *finishes once you're already peering into the fridge* the only thing we have left is a can of Dr. Pepper. Which, don't even think about touching it.
*faces you again, holding a reddish can between two fingers, a twinckle in the eyes* *smiles even more when seeing your face, and glances down at the can* Ah... I remember when those where invented. *mumbles* And we all thought that was a joke when Charlie decided to sell it. *leaves the can near the sink, and throws a last desperate look at the empty fridge before closing it*
Well, I was about to pay you a drink at Joe's, but if that's the way I'm treated in my own h-... in your house.... *clearly hesitates between grabbing his coat or crashing in the sofa, and finally pick the sofa option*
*rushes over to the can as soon as you've put it down, sighs with relief that it is unopened, puts it back in the bridge and heads back to the sofa to glare at you* *considers the option of a beer at Joe's, instead, and throws you your coat* Does he have any good Belgian ales? At least he has good music. Let's go. And you are paying, mate.
Absolutely not. I refuse. Utterly. I cannot imagine a more disgusting waste of time. It's both frivolous and insulting, and I'll thank you not to ask for something along those lines again. Do you have any idea what sort of special treatment you ask for? …no, you wouldn't, would you. Thinking only of yourself, you selfish little child, grabbing at favor like an infant toward a shiny bauble. You ought to be ashamed of yourself, if you even have the capacity left for such an ability. I, frankly, would not be surprised in the slightest to find that you showed such disregard to all aspects of your life. If you expect me - honestly, me - to take time out of my schedule to pander to your whims, simply because you're bored? Twenty points from Slytherin, and let the whole House know it was your fault. Perhaps the next time you call on me to perform as your trained monkey, you'll think before you speak.
I don't, actually, have the capacity left for such an ability, professor. I know no shame, and have not for a long while now. ...and I have an owl for you - the poor bird must've got lost - from a certain outlaw? Not that I read it when I saw who it was addressed to, I wouldn't dare, not when it enclosed such intimate matters and personal details. Cookies, really? And, well, I didn't know you had it in you. Now about those twenty points...
12. Characters from different fictional universes will be brought together, and their interactions will MAKE SENSE. (Edward. Narcissa. Need I say more?)
*blushes* Thank you. A lot. Edward and Narcissa make so much sense in my head, I'm so happy I managed to make it make sense for other people. They were just meant to be written about.
Is it - how do you know it's working - is this thing on? Hello? He - oh look, it's writing everything I say! Terribly clever, my dear. Have to share that one with the…well, nevermind.
RRRRHHGGHkkkGhkn.
Oh, Crowley, that's vile, it just wrote out what it sounds like when I clear my throat. And then it's just gone and written that. And that. And th - yes, fine! No need to get violent about it, goodness. Keep your hands to yourself
( ... )
I will unfortunately be unable to look for this Book of yours under my floorboards, due to the fact that I have just died of laughter. (And it is all your fault.)
That said, there was no fiery chasm opening beneath my feet, or white light calling me up, so it seems like I'm stuck in this realm for the time being. (Not that I mind, heaven sounds awfully boring and hell - well, it's hell.) If you're ready to wait a few days, I'll do my best to pull off a Patrick-Swayze asap. I'm hoping to master pushing a mug around by the end of tomorrow, lifting floorboards should be feasible by next week.
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George [and Fred, I mean, really!]
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See you tonight!
Fan'
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....heeee!! Thank you! Big huge idiotic grin on my face. Joey must think I'm bonkers. Which, she'd be totally right. *loves the twins like crazy*
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Am I likely to find some beer in your frige?
*heads for the kitchen without waiting for an answer*
M. aka A.P. aka B.A. aka....
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*smiles even more when seeing your face, and glances down at the can*
Ah... I remember when those where invented.
*mumbles*
And we all thought that was a joke when Charlie decided to sell it.
*leaves the can near the sink, and throws a last desperate look at the empty fridge before closing it*
Well, I was about to pay you a drink at Joe's, but if that's the way I'm treated in my own h-... in your house.... *clearly hesitates between grabbing his coat or crashing in the sofa, and finally pick the sofa option*
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.....GET OUT.
*scrambles at owl*
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12. Characters from different fictional universes will be brought together, and their interactions will MAKE SENSE. (Edward. Narcissa. Need I say more?)
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RRRRHHGGHkkkGhkn.
Oh, Crowley, that's vile, it just wrote out what it sounds like when I clear my throat. And then it's just gone and written that. And that. And th - yes, fine! No need to get violent about it, goodness. Keep your hands to yourself ( ... )
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I will unfortunately be unable to look for this Book of yours under my floorboards, due to the fact that I have just died of laughter. (And it is all your fault.)
That said, there was no fiery chasm opening beneath my feet, or white light calling me up, so it seems like I'm stuck in this realm for the time being. (Not that I mind, heaven sounds awfully boring and hell - well, it's hell.) If you're ready to wait a few days, I'll do my best to pull off a Patrick-Swayze asap. I'm hoping to master pushing a mug around by the end of tomorrow, lifting floorboards should be feasible by next week.
Yours ectoplasmically,
Fan'
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