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Tazenhani · 09-11-2015, 04:25 AM

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Originally Posted by Charely Potter

One thing was for certain with Justin as soon as he saw that little smile. Yes, he saw it. He may not be the best at reading people, as enough for proclaim, but he knew that little itty bitty hint of a smile gave one signal to him. Do not back off. So he didn't, instead the arm moved from patting his back - now that he wasn't choking anymore - over to his shoulder in an almost side hug as he gripped it. They were buddies now. No turning back.

"What?" He asked laughingly, "Like a muggle boxer?" Come onnn, secrets were no longer necessary when they were buddies. Unless that was true, and if so well he can't let this guy go away in the chance a fight was to arrive.

Weell then, since this guy needed a little lesson on opening up. "Sabby, right?" Of course he knew it was Sabel, but the more conversation going the better. Not waiting for any correction what so ever, "Well Sabby, I was with the Quibbler." Oh yes, that wonderful news article. "I took photographs for them, mainly with exotic creatures in the weirdest areas, but also helping cover some events and sports stars. Did a lot of travelling and time outdoors." Not bad, eh? Justin didn't think so either.

Alright, so the back-patting he could handle. It was an effort to be nice, to help. An almost automatic reaction when someone was choking. Fine.

This, however, arm-slinging-buddy-buddy-closeness was simply out of bounds. Where, in the man's lopsided brain, did he decide that this was a good idea? Merlin, they'd been talking for less than five minutes and already he was going to have to address boundary issues? It seemed this guy was just one of those people who didn't understand the social conduct of personal space.

Rather than blatantly address it, as he so wanted to do by prying each and every finger off his shoulder, Sabel made a gesture to the man's plate. "Your pancakes are getting cold." Hopefully he didn't like cold food too. That would just be the icing on the cake.

And in case that didn't work, option two was fully available. As much as he was reluctant to say exactly what it was he had done, he was sure the man would find out soon enough. It wasn't like it was a secret around Hogwarts or anything, and maybe it would give him a new perspective on being so buddy-buddy. "Like an ex-Auror."

No sooner was that out in the open, than he had been given a pet name and then the second shoe fell immediately after. Sabel blinked at the groundskeeper for a moment, turning completely deadpan. "You were a reporter."

Why did he always end up in these situations?

09-11-2015, 04:25 AM	#12 (permalink)
Tazenhani DMLE & DoM Doxy Join Date: Oct 2009 Posts: 6,150 Hogwarts RPG Name: Amur Neverwinter Fourth Year	~ Rise and Rise Again, Until Lambs become Lions ~ Quote: Originally Posted by Charely Potter One thing was for certain with Justin as soon as he saw that little smile. Yes, he saw it. He may not be the best at reading people, as enough for proclaim, but he knew that little itty bitty hint of a smile gave one signal to him. Do not back off. So he didn't, instead the arm moved from patting his back - now that he wasn't choking anymore - over to his shoulder in an almost side hug as he gripped it. They were buddies now. No turning back. "What?" He asked laughingly, "Like a muggle boxer?" Come onnn, secrets were no longer necessary when they were buddies. Unless that was true, and if so well he can't let this guy go away in the chance a fight was to arrive. Weell then, since this guy needed a little lesson on opening up. "Sabby, right?" Of course he knew it was Sabel, but the more conversation going the better. Not waiting for any correction what so ever, "Well Sabby, I was with the Quibbler." Oh yes, that wonderful news article. "I took photographs for them, mainly with exotic creatures in the weirdest areas, but also helping cover some events and sports stars. Did a lot of travelling and time outdoors." Not bad, eh? Justin didn't think so either. Alright, so the back-patting he could handle. It was an effort to be nice, to help. An almost automatic reaction when someone was choking. Fine. This, however, arm-slinging-buddy-buddy-closeness was simply out of bounds. Where, in the man's lopsided brain, did he decide that this was a good idea? Merlin, they'd been talking for less than five minutes and already he was going to have to address boundary issues? It seemed this guy was just one of those people who didn't understand the social conduct of personal space. Rather than blatantly address it, as he so wanted to do by prying each and every finger off his shoulder, Sabel made a gesture to the man's plate. "Your pancakes are getting cold." Hopefully he didn't like cold food too. That would just be the icing on the cake. And in case that didn't work, option two was fully available. As much as he was reluctant to say exactly what it was he had done, he was sure the man would find out soon enough. It wasn't like it was a secret around Hogwarts or anything, and maybe it would give him a new perspective on being so buddy-buddy. "Like an ex-Auror." No sooner was that out in the open, than he had been given a pet name and then the second shoe fell immediately after. Sabel blinked at the groundskeeper for a moment, turning completely deadpan. "You were a reporter." Why did he always end up in these situations? __________________ I've got a fire for a heart._________________________________________________ I'm not scared of the dark._________________________________________ _______________________________________You've never seen it look so easy.