| Mooncalf
Join Date: Jan 2010 Location: Pawnee
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Hogwarts RPG Name:
Brooks Robertser
Gryffindor Fourth Year |  Ern's Walmart Greeter
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Originally Posted by Hera  She noticed the glances. Yes, she noticed. It wasn't as if the mystery man was trying to hide it, or if he was, he wasn't doing it well enough.
Emily's lips turned up into a private grin. She could get used to this, to him.
Handle it? Oh she was sure he could... what with that strapping physique of his. A part of her wanted him to take the lead, partly to satisfy her auror paranoia and partly so she could assess whether or not she liked the back of him as much as the front. She was only human. But of course, since he didn't know the area, that plan was moot. "No trouble at all, you'd practically be walking me home..." more or less. "Sorry... I never got your name..." The man grinned and adjusted his footing slightly, shifting from one foot to the other. Had she noticed? He was pretty sure she had, which only turned his grin into that of a mischievous man. Oh, how lovely these muggles of London were; Inside AND out.
Dex's eyes widened a bit at the mention of walking her home. "How convenient fer ya." And for him. Mainly because that meant he'd be allowed the next fifteen minutes, or more depending on their pace, to admire her. Let's face it, those huge eyes were intriguing, which made her extremely intriguing. "Ah, right. S'cuse me manners, gorgeous. Dexter's me name. And you are?" Maybe he might get more than just the admiring done. Maybe along with the name he'd get a number; he'd quite like that.
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_____________you wanna run it back but you can't turn the time, you start to feel like you're losing your shine
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