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BanaBatGirl · 01-19-2015, 05:43 AM

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Originally Posted by ScarletCharm104

Bhuvana had regained her normal complexion. No blushing whatsoever. ~~But that would change later because zomg bicep.~~ Anyway. Cough cough. Bhuvana raised an eyebrow at him, shook her head slightly because PSH the childishness, but giggled a little. Which was REALLY WEIRD. Because Bhuvana never giggled. Ever. It sounded weird coming from her mouth, like girls she pretended to be friends with in school. Totally alien.

Oh gosh. He brought that food fight up? "Surprisingly, that was not the focus." She lifted her eyes to look at him and realized that it might have sounded like she had been focused on him. AS IF. No. Not in any way, shape, or form. Not at all. "I just mean… you ruined my hair. Which normally wouldn't have been a problem, but I-" For a split second, she was tempted to blurt out something about having a date later that night, which was 1) a lie and 2) one of the weirdest thoughts she had ever had. What even WAS her brain right now? Not enough work in it. She waved off the rest of her sentence and bent her head slightly towards her work.

Only to glance back up and see his arm. Wow. She might've been zoning out looking at it for a little too uncharacteristically long, which would explain why she shot upright and straightened her posture, causing her back to crack loudly. She coughed, a little throat clearing, then said as impersonally as possible, "Nice tattoo." Pause. "Wicked scar." She tried the phrase out in her head. Wicked. Wicked. Wicked. It didn't even seem like a word once she repeated it enough times.

Heh, she just giggled. William wanted to point out that Bhuvana had a sense of humor, because she seemed to need reminding of that, but he also didn't want to be a jerk and ruin the moment. She had laughed though. She had. He was going to record this moment in his mind... but for now, he just laughed too.

Oh no? What WAS the focus of their food fight then? He coolly raised an eyebrow. "...the hair, ah, right right. Well, the fondue in it must have helped, because your hair looks particularly shiny today." He almost reached a hand out to touch it but swiftly turned that hand into just a pointer finger, pointing at her head and then quickly falling to his lap again. Whew. Close one. He almost just embarrassed himself.

Thaaaat was quite a reaction to his ~~muscles~~ arm, he had to say. "You like it?" Willy rolled down his sleeve after glancing at it for himself. And the scar, too. "Thanks. I have another tattoo, but I've been thinking of getting a third in that shop in Diagon Alley, ya know? It looks like a cool place." Did Bhuvana have any tattoos? Something told William that no, she did not. She probably didn't have many scars either. She looked like she took good care of her ~~pretty~~ skin.

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BanaBatGirl Banshee Join Date: May 2007 Location: Gotham Posts: 51,213 Hogwarts RPG Name: TBD Gryffindor Hogwarts RPG Name: Zara H. Bunbury-Foster Slytherin Fifth Year	Professor Pink \| Mrs. Bruce Wayne \| I'm on a Goat \| Glitterpuff \| Dumbledore's Defense Squad \| BHB Quote: Originally Posted by ScarletCharm104 Bhuvana had regained her normal complexion. No blushing whatsoever. ~~But that would change later because zomg bicep.~~ Anyway. Cough cough. Bhuvana raised an eyebrow at him, shook her head slightly because PSH the childishness, but giggled a little. Which was REALLY WEIRD. Because Bhuvana never giggled. Ever. It sounded weird coming from her mouth, like girls she pretended to be friends with in school. Totally alien. Oh gosh. He brought that food fight up? "Surprisingly, that was not the focus." She lifted her eyes to look at him and realized that it might have sounded like she had been focused on him. AS IF. No. Not in any way, shape, or form. Not at all. "I just mean… you ruined my hair. Which normally wouldn't have been a problem, but I-" For a split second, she was tempted to blurt out something about having a date later that night, which was 1) a lie and 2) one of the weirdest thoughts she had ever had. What even WAS her brain right now? Not enough work in it. She waved off the rest of her sentence and bent her head slightly towards her work. Only to glance back up and see his arm. Wow. She might've been zoning out looking at it for a little too uncharacteristically long, which would explain why she shot upright and straightened her posture, causing her back to crack loudly. She coughed, a little throat clearing, then said as impersonally as possible, "Nice tattoo." Pause. "Wicked scar." She tried the phrase out in her head. Wicked. Wicked. Wicked. It didn't even seem like a word once she repeated it enough times. Heh, she just giggled. William wanted to point out that Bhuvana had a sense of humor, because she seemed to need reminding of that, but he also didn't want to be a jerk and ruin the moment. She had laughed though. She had. He was going to record this moment in his mind... but for now, he just laughed too. Oh no? What WAS the focus of their food fight then? He coolly raised an eyebrow. "...the hair, ah, right right. Well, the fondue in it must have helped, because your hair looks particularly shiny today." He almost reached a hand out to touch it but swiftly turned that hand into just a pointer finger, pointing at her head and then quickly falling to his lap again. Whew. Close one. He almost just embarrassed himself. Thaaaat was quite a reaction to his ~~muscles~~ arm, he had to say. "You like it?" Willy rolled down his sleeve after glancing at it for himself. And the scar, too. "Thanks. I have another tattoo, but I've been thinking of getting a third in that shop in Diagon Alley, ya know? It looks like a cool place." Did Bhuvana have any tattoos? Something told William that no, she did not. She probably didn't have many scars either. She looked like she took good care of her ~~pretty~~ skin. __________________ yeah, there's one thing about me that you should know________________________________ __________________________________________that I can't help from speaking my mind