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Grin.
Jun knew it was bound to happen. "Well, that's only because you can't handle yourself yet. If you don't do foolish things when you're young, you'll have nothing to laugh about on your deathbed," There was that Ravenclaw logic again. These had already made some funny memories because of butterbeer. The skateboarding. The singing. And disapproval from their girlfriends. Oops. At least they have to know everything their boyfriends were up to. But Lou, being the sap that he was, he'd probably rat them both out to them.
"Because you're a sap and you look like the type to do so," Honestly, Lou. Even if his voice was terrible, he should at least try and serenade the girl. Lex had told Jun she would distract him from singing to her. And he was pretty sure she would too. The boy got distracted easily anyway. "How about I serenade you for her? And cook yous guys something so she can see how 'sweet' you are. Even though I did the work," And Jun will be expecting payment from all this, Mr. Prefect.
AHEM.
Ooohohoho. Look who had turned wise and all-knowing all of a sudden! “Wow, Kim. I didn’t know you were capable of real advice.” Lou patted his friend on the back, actually genuinely proud of him for saying something that wasn’t along the lines of feeding him to the Giant Squid. Maybe, deep down, Jun Kim actually had his best interests in mind. Even if his priorities were on seeing his mate break his skull.
Again, Kim was cracking him up.
“I look like the type to
serenade? Seriously?” Lou knew he came off as the ‘gentlemanly’ kinda guy, but serenades was taking it a bit far. He could perhaps play an instrument for his girlfriend, sure, but singing - nope. No. Not gonna happen. And this was more for her hearing health than to save him from inevitable embarrassment. Look how considerate he was.
Oh?
Louis raised one eyebrow as Jun suggested the idea of serenading Delilah and even cooking for the both of them, just for him. The Gryffindor was genuinely moved, however, he knew Kim well enough by now to know this wouldn’t come cheap. “And what’s this going to cost me?” A leg? Half an arm?