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Charely Potter · 02-09-2024, 01:36 AM

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Originally Posted by Lottiepot

Bowie was one of those people who took conversation to automatically assume that the other was friendly and engaging enough to want to continue the conversation. He was awkward in that sweet and strangely naive way, the sort that others could walk all over if they wanted to because he was so trusting and didn’t view any negative intentions. He was also the type who blushed lightly when a compliment, or in this case a wink, was sent in his direction. Denzel seemed to be achieving the opposite in that he was currently making the thirty-year-old mildly frazzled.

“I’m sure you can find far more interesting people to talk to than I..” He replied humbly, although he wouldn’t agree that humbleness was necessarily exclusive to Hufflepuffs. “But I wouldn’t mind seeing behind the scenes at the radio station, if that was something you were offering?” He’d understand if the answer was a no, he was just a stranger he’d met on the street after all. A very friendly stranger with a keen interest in the exact subject that Denzel happened to be employed in too.

The swift change in subject to a matter in which he knew far less about was unexpected. He blinked, expression a little like he’d been hit with Petrificus Totalus, whilst he mustered up all the Quidditch knowledge he had stored somewhere deep, deep in his noggin’. “I’m sorry but I know absolutely nothing about Quidditch” he admitted a little sheepishly. “I think they’re incredible sportsmen and women but you wouldn’t catch me up there.”

Perhaps, he was overstepping a boundary. Denzel looked over his face, which seemed to tint on the red spectrum. Maybe he sunburns easily or perhaps.. nah, probably got on the shy side. Especially when the scale of humbleness seemed to tip in the direction of extreme, "Heey, don't sell yourself short there. You're plenty interesting enough to be on any show, not just mine," Denzel added. Blinking at the mention of behind-the-scenes, which flashed a different set of thought in mind, "Well, that can be arranged, if you don't have anything else important going on." It was a wonder he was being so generous of a Snake.

Merlin, Denzel sure was scoring on the overwhelming scale, wasn't he? As he lightly scratched the back of his own hair, "To be honest, I'm not up-to-date on the popular players these days. I mainly attend the games to entertain my own kids. They're still young, but love the excitement all the say." He could go on about his kids, but unless Goldilocks had some of his own or worked with them, he wouldn't dwell on another potential subject they didn't have much experience with. "So what else tickles your fancy?" If it was purely musical, that was fine with him.

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Charely Potter St. Mungo's Mod WWW Mod Doxy Join Date: May 2003 Location: Blue (EST) Posts: 6,253 Hogwarts RPG Name: Ean Zoilo Feirgrund Graduated Hogwarts RPG Name: Jansher Leon Grunt Slytherin Fourth Year Ministry Department Head: Firash Zarko Grunt Games & Sports Ministry Department Head: Isaek Fyodore Edelbach International Cooperation x8 x7	• HuffleStud • Knight of The Zodiac • Manly Beard-Grower • Cicatrice de Harry • Quote: Originally Posted by Lottiepot Bowie was one of those people who took conversation to automatically assume that the other was friendly and engaging enough to want to continue the conversation. He was awkward in that sweet and strangely naive way, the sort that others could walk all over if they wanted to because he was so trusting and didn’t view any negative intentions. He was also the type who blushed lightly when a compliment, or in this case a wink, was sent in his direction. Denzel seemed to be achieving the opposite in that he was currently making the thirty-year-old mildly frazzled. “I’m sure you can find far more interesting people to talk to than I..” He replied humbly, although he wouldn’t agree that humbleness was necessarily exclusive to Hufflepuffs. “But I wouldn’t mind seeing behind the scenes at the radio station, if that was something you were offering?” He’d understand if the answer was a no, he was just a stranger he’d met on the street after all. A very friendly stranger with a keen interest in the exact subject that Denzel happened to be employed in too. The swift change in subject to a matter in which he knew far less about was unexpected. He blinked, expression a little like he’d been hit with Petrificus Totalus, whilst he mustered up all the Quidditch knowledge he had stored somewhere deep, deep in his noggin’. “I’m sorry but I know absolutely nothing about Quidditch” he admitted a little sheepishly. “I think they’re incredible sportsmen and women but you wouldn’t catch me up there.” Perhaps, he was overstepping a boundary. Denzel looked over his face, which seemed to tint on the red spectrum. Maybe he sunburns easily or perhaps.. nah, probably got on the shy side. Especially when the scale of humbleness seemed to tip in the direction of extreme, "Heey, don't sell yourself short there. You're plenty interesting enough to be on any show, not just mine," Denzel added. Blinking at the mention of behind-the-scenes, which flashed a different set of thought in mind, "Well, that can be arranged, if you don't have anything else important going on." It was a wonder he was being so generous of a Snake. Merlin, Denzel sure was scoring on the overwhelming scale, wasn't he? As he lightly scratched the back of his own hair, "To be honest, I'm not up-to-date on the popular players these days. I mainly attend the games to entertain my own kids. They're still young, but love the excitement all the say." He could go on about his kids, but unless Goldilocks had some of his own or worked with them, he wouldn't dwell on another potential subject they didn't have much experience with. "So what else tickles your fancy?" If it was purely musical, that was fine with him. __________________