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sweetpinkpixie · 08-09-2023, 01:22 AM

Joseph rolled his eyes a bit. That sounded a bit dramatic but he decidedly wouldn't make a big deal out of it. Not any further than he already had. "What...you want to pinky swear on it too?" Okay, now he was done being a sarcastic wretch and downplaying the situation. Not to say that he found severity in anything they had done. Some people liked the color orange and some people thought exams were a complete waste of time. He would call out the next bold face lie that came rolling off Fynley's tongue, but he the blond decided that he would still his own considering he had already gone in a bit hard on the OWL repercussions and was fully aware of just how touchy a subject and cause for consternation it was for him. Couldn't relate, but he could understand. Instead he knocked his knee lightly against Fynley's and curled his fingers slightly to lock him in. "Paradise Piercing's," he nodded. Which had been somewhere he hadn't minded the thought of employment but it hadn't been his first choice. He was a bit surprised to not feel resentment about the music shop rejecting his application...but he didn't. Suppose that was growth or whatever. "Stocking shelves and taking reservations mostly." But he also might get to create some of the tattoo transfer papers since they had seemed to like the contents of his sketchbook too. "There you go creating excuses to see ---"

But his flirtation was swiftly cut short by what could only be described as a dark and sticky humidity, like a thick tropical cyclone passing through, that consumed the compartment. The Slytherin couldn't even suggest a jam session rather than a lesson, though he might be receptive to either depending on the context, due to the weight of the air...air that became disrupted even further by the physical arrival of the source of discomfort. Illperpared, Joseph was suddenly overcome with the feeling one might have upon eating chicken strips that had been breaded and fried with chicken that had gone rancid in the refrigerator. The need to shove both earpods deep into his ears was severe, but as he reached for the other the tremble in his hands caused it to drop and roll to the floor near his twin's feet. "Your observational skills are astounding, Moritz" he replied dryly as that hand that had found comfort in Fynley's reached up to push firmly on his thragus. "She can have back what is left of her howler when she does." His stomach churned some more as his teeth grazed roughly over his bottom lip through a rather tensed jaw. It wasn't enough. His other hand, nestled into his pocket, rolled its thumb over his music player and increased the volume a fair few ticks. "Make sure your nose is clean before she does, yeah? Wipe all that brown off it."

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sweetpinkpixie SSRPG Admin Gladrags Mod Quibbler Mod Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor Sea Serpent Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: The Paths Posts: 41,148 Hogwarts RPG Name: Professor Cox Ravenclaw Graduated Hogwarts RPG Name: Briallen Ashburry-Hawthorne Gryffindor Fourth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Nyle Harden Hufflepuff Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Iris Harden Ravenclaw Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Calliope Barrington Slytherin Fourth Year Ministry Department Head: Charles Hollingberry Minister's Office Ministry Department Head: Airey Flamsteed Mysteries Diagon Alley Proprietor: Victor García Massey Ollivanders x12 x12	astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK \| & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf Joseph rolled his eyes a bit. That sounded a bit dramatic but he decidedly wouldn't make a big deal out of it. Not any further than he already had. "What...you want to pinky swear on it too?" Okay, now he was done being a sarcastic wretch and downplaying the situation. Not to say that he found severity in anything they had done. Some people liked the color orange and some people thought exams were a complete waste of time. He would call out the next bold face lie that came rolling off Fynley's tongue, but he the blond decided that he would still his own considering he had already gone in a bit hard on the OWL repercussions and was fully aware of just how touchy a subject and cause for consternation it was for him. Couldn't relate, but he could understand. Instead he knocked his knee lightly against Fynley's and curled his fingers slightly to lock him in. "Paradise Piercing's," he nodded. Which had been somewhere he hadn't minded the thought of employment but it hadn't been his first choice. He was a bit surprised to not feel resentment about the music shop rejecting his application...but he didn't. Suppose that was growth or whatever. "Stocking shelves and taking reservations mostly." But he also might get to create some of the tattoo transfer papers since they had seemed to like the contents of his sketchbook too. "There you go creating excuses to see ---" But his flirtation was swiftly cut short by what could only be described as a dark and sticky humidity, like a thick tropical cyclone passing through, that consumed the compartment. The Slytherin couldn't even suggest a jam session rather than a lesson, though he might be receptive to either depending on the context, due to the weight of the air...air that became disrupted even further by the physical arrival of the source of discomfort. Illperpared, Joseph was suddenly overcome with the feeling one might have upon eating chicken strips that had been breaded and fried with chicken that had gone rancid in the refrigerator. The need to shove both earpods deep into his ears was severe, but as he reached for the other the tremble in his hands caused it to drop and roll to the floor near his twin's feet. "*Your observational skills are astounding, Moritz" he replied dryly as that hand that had found comfort in Fynley's reached up to push firmly on his thragus. "She can have back what is left of her howler when she does." His stomach churned some more as his teeth grazed roughly over his bottom lip through a rather tensed jaw. It wasn't enough. His other hand, nestled into his pocket, rolled its thumb over his music player and increased the volume a fair few ticks. "Make sure your nose is clean before she does, yeah? Wipe all that brown off it.*" __________________ We broke into a million pieces, and we can't go back......................................... But now we're seeing all the beauty in the broken glass..................................... The scars are part of me, darkness and harmony My voice without the lies, this is what it sounds like