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noodles · 04-29-2010, 12:14 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Luna Laufghudd

Eh...this boy was...strange. And what was up with the sCARING!? Viggo wasn't THAT scary, was he? Dangit, he'd have to work on that...and it was working so well before.

Wait, was that a rethorical question? Viggo mirrored the boy's look, looking at him for a moment before turning his head a litte. "Um...I'm looking at you." Was he blind- Oooooooh, was the boy blind? No, he couldn't be...he had been reading a brochure.

Having the time to regard the boy, he squinted, actually tilting his head to the side and upward, as if seeing something interesting on the roof. His eyes came down to the boy again, and kept them there for a long time. It was like a REALLY CLOSE mexican standoff.

Hmmm... The boy was as tall as himself (?)...was he the same age too?
Viggo became a bit more business like, quite skipping the sweetness he reserved for his...previous customers. "Would you...like to see some of Miss Brittany's scrapbooks?" he asked, gesturing to the shelf on his right. "There are many fantastic destinations to choose from."

Your move...weird kid.
Hehe.

Silence. Was this kid... copying him? Urrh... he dropped his hand from his hip and merely raised his eyebrows while waiting for a response. He was looking at him? Woop deeee du.. What a come back! “I know I'm awesomely handsome but do you really have to stare?” He asked the ginger boy all deadpan like.

...Then more silence.

Oliver pulled an impatient face and was tempted to follow the kid's eyes to the ceiling to see if there was something interesting up there but resisted and kept his gaze fixed on the boy. ...Then he spoke again. At last. Wait. He WORKED here? “You work here? But you're about twelve.” Oliver smirked. And so the boredom had gone. Miss Brittany's scrapbooks? He crinkled his nose. “No. I want to buy a holiday. Can you help with that or do I need to speak to your mummy over there?” He nodded at the older woman who seemed rather busy.

Eh... the familiarness of the boy was hurting Oliver's brain. He narrowed his eyes and pursed his lips, trying his dandiest to place him. Nothing. Nuh.

04-29-2010, 12:14 AM	#209 (permalink)
noodles Hinkypunk Join Date: Aug 2007 Location: hiss Posts: 12,265 Hogwarts RPG Name: Rowan Fairfax Slytherin Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Ezra Greenwood Ravenclaw Fifth Year x2	giggles <3 Yeahhh, Mr White! Yeah science! Quote: Originally Posted by Luna Laufghudd Eh...this boy was...strange. And what was up with the sCARING!? Viggo wasn't THAT scary, was he? Dangit, he'd have to work on that...and it was working so well before. Wait, was that a rethorical question? Viggo mirrored the boy's look, looking at him for a moment before turning his head a litte. "Um...I'm looking at you." Was he blind- Oooooooh, was the boy blind? No, he couldn't be...he had been reading a brochure. Having the time to regard the boy, he squinted, actually tilting his head to the side and upward, as if seeing something interesting on the roof. His eyes came down to the boy again, and kept them there for a long time. It was like a REALLY CLOSE mexican standoff. Hmmm... The boy was as tall as himself (?)...was he the same age too? Viggo became a bit more business like, quite skipping the sweetness he reserved for his...previous customers. "Would you...like to see some of Miss Brittany's scrapbooks?" he asked, gesturing to the shelf on his right. "There are many fantastic destinations to choose from." Your move...weird kid. Hehe. Silence. Was this kid... copying him? Urrh... he dropped his hand from his hip and merely raised his eyebrows while waiting for a response. He was looking at him? Woop deeee du.. What a come back! “I know I'm awesomely handsome but do you really have to stare?” He asked the ginger boy all deadpan like. ...Then more silence. Oliver pulled an impatient face and was tempted to follow the kid's eyes to the ceiling to see if there was something interesting up there but resisted and kept his gaze fixed on the boy. ...Then he spoke again. At last. Wait. He WORKED here? “You work here? But you're about twelve.” Oliver smirked. And so the boredom had gone. Miss Brittany's scrapbooks? He crinkled his nose. *“No. I want to buy a holiday. Can you* help with that or do I need to speak to your mummy over there?”** He nodded at the older woman who seemed rather busy. Eh... the familiarness of the boy was hurting Oliver's brain. He narrowed his eyes and pursed his lips, trying his dandiest to place him. Nothing. Nuh. __________________