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[charmingdarin]

Date/Time: Thursday, 16 March, 2006, 11:30am
Location: Halls
Open To: Any of Bunny's! (Though Preston is suggested... >.>)
Currently Involving: Darin
Warnings: Um. Mild cursing? Apparently Darin is angry. ::dies::

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[kingpreston]

Preston, on the other hand, was pretty damn pleased about the Aurors being confined to their quarters. He was even happier about the replacement of, what Wes had not-so-affectionately coined him once upon a time, Fumbledore. Things? Were looking grand.

Of course, that was until he turned the corner and spotted Darin DeLouise. Never one to show his displeasure, the corners of his mouth turned up a bit and he gave a dramatic, sweeping bow.

"DeLouise, we simply must stop meeting in the halls like this," he said, clucking his tongue lightly. "People will start to talk." He waggled his brows, then gave a wink before puckering his lips and blowing a kiss to his enemy.

This was how things usually began between them: an encounter, a snide remark, a hot headed reaction... it was relatively the same each time, and yet he never grew tired of it. How could he have so very much fun with someone he hated?!

[charmingdarin]

Oh, brilliant. Preston. Just the person that Darin wanted to see, of course!

Only... not.

Sometimes he found amusement in his encounters with Preston as well -- now was not going to be one of those times, however, as he was seriously not in the mood. He just rolled his eyes at the Slytherin, stopping and crossing his arms, the look on his face decidedly unfriendly.

"Yeah, they'll talk about how I kicked you ass," he agreed. "Again. Since what you're suggesting will never happen, so you really should stop mooning over me. Why don't you just bugger off and save us both the trouble?"

[kingpreston]

Preston rolled his eyes; it was obvious that Darin wasn't in a good mood -- it was funny that he could tell those sorts of things about someone who he called his enemy, but whatever -- and that just sucked. How could they have a fun little banter match if his least-favorite Hufflepuff (almost a bit redundant, that) wasn't up for it?

"Blah blah blah," Preston replied, making his hand move as though he were making a puppet talk on and on and on. "Hasn't anyone ever told you that you talk far too much?" He sighed, then shook his head before adopting a stance of 'Look here, I've something important to tell you'.

"See, if you've got something interesting to say, you can talk for days and no one will give a shit. Of if you, like me, have a very charming way about you. Or, again like me, are very handsome. People will listen to interesting, charming, handsome people. They will pay rapt attention." He paused, put a hand on his hip, then grinned.

"But you just talk too damn much."

[charmingdarin]

Yeah, funny... or perhaps it was because Darin was practically radiating the fact that he was pissed off out of his very pores.

And he really didn't give a shit what Preston was saying, or thought that he was informing Darin of, or whatever it was that he was doing. So much for Darin being the one who talked too much, because he pretty much tuned Preston out. Something about him being charming and handsome? HA. Yeah, right. In some freaky alternate universe, perhaps.

"Maybe they will at first -- until they realize that you're nothing but a pretentious asshole," Darin said with a shrug. "Then they'll be like, 'why the hell am I listening to this guy?' That's how I'm feeling right about now."

Seriously. He really should just turn around and walk off -- but what could he say? Part of him was hoping that Preston would say or do something just annoying enough to give him the excuse to do something other than trade stupid words around. He could use the stress relief.