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Angie · 07-13-2017, 04:49 AM

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Originally Posted by Ama

The menagerie seemed new, although Payton had stepped in it once before. His apartment was now furniture free. It was also free of its terrible flea infestation thanks to the help of a bottled chemical bomb he had plucked from one of the shelves in the store.

A pet wasn't something Payton had ever considered. He was mostly a solitary individual. His free time is divided among very few, one of them including his mother. The rest held a sort of complicated relationship with him. His eyes glanced sidelong at Brighton Brown. Payton extended an arm towards him. "Lady Giacomo would look great in this," he said holding a furry purple collar in his direction. The bell chimed with every shake of his hand. "Although, in you ask me my honest opinion," no one had asked him, and yet...:"You would look much better in it."

This was allowed. These kind of could-get-you-knocked-out kind of jokes. After all, that's what brothers were for, even the odd sort of brothers Brighton and Payton were.

Brighton didn't make a point of engaging in the whole Diagon Alley thing often. The whole place was a series of stores lined together in a way that appeared like they were totally cluttered. A total disarray because he supposed aesthetics hadn't been a priority whenever it was that the place was properly deemed a shopping center. Or plaza. Or alley.

Whatever.

He hadn't intended to join Payton a all because Payton was a big boy. But this was a matter of principle and business and... well, Brighton did love his cat quite a lot. Probably more than he loved most people. Which wasn't exactly saying much, but. His hands were stuffed in his pockets, as you do, as he surveyed the menagerie with a look on his face that made him look like he was smelling something particularly rancid.

A total possibility. There were a lot of animals and animals did poop.

"Fabulous," intoned the man, leaning forward to inspect the collar in question. "I will accept this so long as we get matching ones. Avery can take care of the rest of our attire." Or knowing her, she could not. Would not.

07-13-2017, 04:49 AM	#474 (permalink)
Angie DoM Veela Join Date: Sep 2007 Location: Themyscira Posts: 37,611 Hogwarts RPG Name: Nerissa M. Tate Sixth Year x8	Wowza! Quote: Originally Posted by Ama The menagerie seemed new, although Payton had stepped in it once before. His apartment was now furniture free. It was also free of its terrible flea infestation thanks to the help of a bottled chemical bomb he had plucked from one of the shelves in the store. A pet wasn't something Payton had ever considered. He was mostly a solitary individual. His free time is divided among very few, one of them including his mother. The rest held a sort of complicated relationship with him. His eyes glanced sidelong at Brighton Brown. Payton extended an arm towards him. "Lady Giacomo would look great in this," he said holding a furry purple collar in his direction. The bell chimed with every shake of his hand. "Although, in you ask me my honest opinion," no one had asked him, and yet...:"You would look much better in it." This was allowed. These kind of could-get-you-knocked-out kind of jokes. After all, that's what brothers were for, even the odd sort of brothers Brighton and Payton were. Brighton didn't make a point of engaging in the whole Diagon Alley thing often. The whole place was a series of stores lined together in a way that appeared like they were totally cluttered. A total disarray because he supposed aesthetics hadn't been a priority whenever it was that the place was properly deemed a shopping center. Or plaza. Or alley. Whatever. He hadn't intended to join Payton a all because Payton was a big boy. But this was a matter of principle and business and... well, Brighton did love his cat quite a lot. Probably more than he loved most people. Which wasn't exactly saying much, but. His hands were stuffed in his pockets, as you do, as he surveyed the menagerie with a look on his face that made him look like he was smelling something particularly rancid. A total possibility. There were a lot of animals and animals did poop. "Fabulous," intoned the man, leaning forward to inspect the collar in question. "I will accept this so long as we get matching ones. Avery can take care of the rest of our attire." Or knowing her, she could not. Would not. __________________