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sweetpinkpixie · 07-18-2015, 06:06 AM

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Originally Posted by feeheeheeny

If the fumes were REALLY that toxic that he was SOOOO that concerned about the smell working against his brain cells, then why wasn't he concerned for the state of her brain? What kind of game was that, Flamsteed? "You're a wise man, professor," was all she said on the matter, though she was side-eyeing him a little. DIDN'T HE CARE ABOUT THE SAFETY OF HIS STUDENTS? Or did he just assume that since she'd done this before, the damage was already done? Were her brain cells already damaged beyond repair?

Sophie dwelled on this while he painted her nails and did notice that even with the pillow stabilizing her hand, his paint job was just as bad, if not worse. Was he ACTUALLY trying? How in Merlin's name was he so rubbish at this? Didn't he, like, handpaint all those action figures and models in his office? She'd always assumed he'd done those all by himself because he was that kind of nerd, so if he could do the details on those, he should have EASILY been able to deliberately hit the target of her fingernails.

So, in that moment, Sophie Brown decided that this must have been some sort of... prank. Or a game or a bet or something. But if he was supposed to win by making her embarrassed or upset with him, he was going to LOSE because... she honestly didn't care one bit. It was funny, really. Sophie was a good sport.

...Except when he joked - he WAS joking, right? - about painting her toe nails. Sophie laughed genuinely, chuckling in sync with him, and shook her head in good humor, "Y'know, back when I was a lil first year in your class, if someone had told me one day you'd be painting my nails, I never would've believed them." She wondered WHY he really wanted to do this, though - was he really just genuinely curious about this nail polish? Was he practicing on her so he could impress Romanos? Was he... wondering what it would be like to bond with a child, a daughter, if he had one?

The thought made the amusement on her features falter ever-so slightly, but then she was back to normal in the blink of an eye, forcing that speculation away as she chimed, "I don't want to toe," hehe, "the professional line you work so hard to keep up between students and yourself, though we've done a good job of building that kinda mutual respect over the last six years that I don't think either of us would think anything of it." It was anyone who might walk in and SEE them that she was worried about. She was no stranger to judgment that she was treating professors too much like friends or parents rather than professors. "But still. People are weird and always want somethin' to talk about. We could save the toenails for our end-of-term slumber party up here, just like the good ol' days. That seems like a more appropriate setting for it. Cutty'll want in on the action, too, I bet." AHEM. Heheheheh.

In all honesty, Miss Brown, he had not thought his theory through to that extent. However, considering that he had not thought it beneficial to cast the spell on her as well...that showed a bit of the extent of his true concern over the matter. Reality was more likely that he just did not fancy the smell and was trying to make up a more legitimate sounding reason and now look like a flobberworm in the presence of something new.

"Thank you, Miss Brown," he accepted gleeful as he continued his painting of her...er...fingers. "Ever wonder how muggles make those fancy designs without the aid of magic? Such precise points and designs," he mused as he made abstract art out of the Ravenclaw's hand. "I've seen some truly stellar detailing done while I was employed at NASA...but this is so...messy..."

Or maybe it was just him looking at his handiwork.

"I wouldn't have believed it either," he chuckled. Still didn't believe this was happening to be honest. And he proooooooobably had made enough of a mess of her hand that he wouldn't push the toe nail painting. Although maybe HE should get those painted. He could at least cover those up. But then, assuming he liked what he saw, he could not admire Miss Brown's artistic mark on his cuticles.

Decisions decisions...

"Well...I think I got them all now," he applauded himself. Looking down at his shoes to his hands to his shoes to his hand, he finally made the executive decision not to go with the feet. "MY TURN!"

He thrust both his hands out eagerly, fingers wiggling in anticipation.

"There will not be an end of term slumber party," he said, clearing his throat a few times and trying not to squirm too much. "Not unless someone slips something into me cereal again." And he has his suspicious about that. Mmhmmmmm.

"And that was not an invitation. For the record. Nor a request."

So...about his wiggling fingers...

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What kind of game was that, Flamsteed? "You're a wise man, professor," was all she said on the matter, though she was side-eyeing him a little. DIDN'T HE CARE ABOUT THE SAFETY OF HIS STUDENTS? Or did he just assume that since she'd done this before, the damage was already done? Were her brain cells already damaged beyond repair? Sophie dwelled on this while he painted her nails and did notice that even with the pillow stabilizing her hand, his paint job was just as bad, if not worse. Was he ACTUALLY trying? How in Merlin's name was he so rubbish at this? Didn't he, like, handpaint all those action figures and models in his office? She'd always assumed he'd done those all by himself because he was that kind of nerd, so if he could do the details on those, he should have EASILY been able to deliberately hit the target of her fingernails. So, in that moment, Sophie Brown decided that this must have been some sort of... prank. Or a game or a bet or something. But if he was supposed to win by making her embarrassed or upset with him, he was going to LOSE because... she honestly didn't care one bit. It was funny, really. Sophie was a good sport. ...Except when he joked - he WAS joking, right? - about painting her toe nails. Sophie laughed genuinely, chuckling in sync with him, and shook her head in good humor, "Y'know, back when I was a lil first year in your class, if someone had told me one day you'd be painting my nails, I never would've believed them." She wondered WHY he really wanted to do this, though - was he really just genuinely curious about this nail polish? Was he practicing on her so he could impress Romanos? Was he... wondering what it would be like to bond with a child, a daughter, if he had one? The thought made the amusement on her features falter ever-so slightly, but then she was back to normal in the blink of an eye, forcing that speculation away as she chimed, "*I don't want to toe," hehe, "the professional line you work so hard to keep up between students and yourself, though we've done a good job of building that kinda mutual respect over the last six years that I don't think either of us would think anything of it." It was anyone who might walk in and SEE them that she was worried about. She was no stranger to judgment that she was treating professors too much like friends or parents rather than professors. "But still. People are weird and always want somethin' to talk about. We could save the toenails for our end-of-term slumber party up here, just like the good ol' days. That seems like a more appropriate setting for it. Cutty'll want in on the action, too, I bet." AHEM. Heheheheh. In all honesty, Miss Brown, he had not thought his theory through to that extent. However, considering that he had not thought it beneficial to cast the spell on her as well...that showed a bit of the extent of his true concern over the matter. Reality was more likely that he just did not fancy the smell and was trying to make up a more legitimate sounding reason and now look like a flobberworm in the presence of something new. "Thank you, Miss Brown," he accepted gleeful as he continued his painting of her...er...fingers. "Ever wonder how muggles make those fancy designs without the aid of magic? Such precise points and designs," he mused as he made abstract art out of the Ravenclaw's hand. "I've seen some truly stellar detailing done while I was employed at NASA...but this is so...messy..." Or maybe it was just him looking at his handiwork. "I wouldn't have believed it either," he chuckled. Still didn't believe this was happening to be honest. And he proooooooobably had made enough of a mess of her hand that he wouldn't push the toe nail painting. Although maybe HE should get those painted. He could at least cover those up. But then, assuming he liked what he saw, he could not admire Miss Brown's artistic mark on his cuticles. Decisions decisions... "Well...I think I got them all now," he applauded himself. Looking down at his shoes to his hands to his shoes to his hand, he finally made the executive decision not to go with the feet. "MY TURN!" He thrust both his hands out eagerly, fingers wiggling in anticipation. "There will not be an end of term slumber party," he said, clearing his throat a few times and trying not to squirm too much. "Not unless someone* slips something into me cereal again." And he has his suspicious about that. Mmhmmmmm. "And that was not an invitation. For the record. Nor a request.*" So...about his wiggling fingers... __________________ When you're stuck in a moment and your spark has been stolen .................................................. ........... this is our time to own it, so own it..................................... baby we were born with* fire and gold in our eyes