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sweetpinkpixie · 04-23-2026, 06:24 AM

Baffling and intriguing. Tell CJ he was his father's son without telling him, why don't ya.

CJ’s brows lifted slightly as she countered - because they were talking about beans now and the only beans he ever thought about we wrapped in burritos.

"…okay—wait—no, hang on," he said, one hand coming up like he was about to referee this conversation, the other pointing loosely at her cone. "A lemon is a bean?"

Maybe it was over here. After all, he had asked for chips with his hamburger the other day and received French fries ― so thing were just done differently here. Some people tried convincing him that a tomato was a fruit too ― and he was gullible but not THAT gullible.

He squinted at the cone again, reconsidering the whole fabric of his universe because of beans.

Did that also mean her ice cream would make her gasey?

"Third year,” he answered, hooking a thumb loosely toward himself. "And I don't really know what Ravenclaw means, but dad was in Griffin's Door, and mom was a Horned Serpent, without the Horned...and serpent sounded a whole lot more like slither."

Memory of an elephant over here, obviously.

"Well, technically a lemon drop IS a sweet," he countered, that lazy sideways smirk creeping back in, one shoulder lifting in a half-shrug. "So you kinda get to be both."

He nodded towards her cone again and then back to her face.

"Oh — hang on —"

He leaned in just a fraction, one hand bracing lightly on the edge of the table as he closed the small distance, completely unbothered by the lack of personal space awareness. With the sleeve of his shirt, he gently wiped the smudge of ice cream from the tip of her nose. Then he leaned back again, rocking onto his heels.

"You had a bit of a… deliquesce situation going on," he explained, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth now, clearly pleased with himself. "Very on vibe."

04-23-2026, 06:24 AM	#52 (permalink)
sweetpinkpixie SSRPG Admin Gladrags Mod Quibbler Mod Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor Sea Serpent Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: The Paths Posts: 41,356 Hogwarts RPG Name: Professor Cox Ravenclaw Graduated Hogwarts RPG Name: CJ Miller Gryffindor Third Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Nyle Harden Hufflepuff Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Iris Harden Ravenclaw Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Calliope Barrington Slytherin Fifth 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 Baffling and intriguing. Tell CJ he was his father's son without telling him, why don't ya. CJ’s brows lifted slightly as she countered - because they were talking about beans now and the only beans he ever thought about we wrapped in burritos. "…okay—wait—no, hang on," he said, one hand coming up like he was about to referee this conversation, the other pointing loosely at her cone. "A lemon is a bean?" Maybe it was over here. After all, he had asked for chips with his hamburger the other day and received French fries ― so thing were just done differently here. Some people tried convincing him that a tomato was a fruit too ― and he was gullible but not THAT gullible. He squinted at the cone again, reconsidering the whole fabric of his universe because of beans. Did that also mean her ice cream would make her gasey? "Third year,” he answered, hooking a thumb loosely toward himself. "And I don't really know what Ravenclaw means, but dad was in Griffin's Door, and mom was a Horned Serpent, without the Horned...and serpent sounded a whole lot more like slither." Memory of an elephant over here, obviously. "*Well, technically* a lemon drop IS a sweet," he countered, that lazy sideways smirk creeping back in, one shoulder lifting in a half-shrug. "So you kinda get to be both." He nodded towards her cone again and then back to her face. "Oh — hang on —" He leaned in just a fraction, one hand bracing lightly on the edge of the table as he closed the small distance, completely unbothered by the lack of personal space awareness. With the sleeve of his shirt, he gently wiped the smudge of ice cream from the tip of her nose. Then he leaned back again, rocking onto his heels. "You had a bit of a… deliquesce situation going on," he explained, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth now, clearly pleased with himself. "Very on vibe.**" __________________ 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