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Ama · 03-20-2017, 12:47 AM

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Originally Posted by Lady of Light

Etta looked at him in disbelief. "Like I said.." Etta started slowly, like she was explaining to a four-year old. "I don't want you to whoop for me, okay? Be the 'silently supporting a friend' kind of a guy. She would definitely appreciate that. "And.. please no thumbs up. I wont be able to see you do that because I'd be busy dueling."

The Hufflepuff burst into another fit of laughter at his reaction. She shook her head, almost running to keep up with him. "Of course, you did! I saw. Your face was all.. PINK. It was adorable." She added with a grin. She knew she was probably making him feel a tad bit uncomfortable but well.. she didn't care. It was fun to watch, at least. "Do girls make you blush, Declan?" Etta asked after her laughter had finally subsided.

Huh------ WHAT? Etta frowned. "No! I mean.. talents that are NOT related to studies or books. Like.. how I love to draw. I mean, stuff like that?"

She made a good point about not being able to see him. Still, he couldn't resist...Declan grinned at her as he slowly brought up his hands to give her one last thumbs up. "Alright. Understood."

The subject was back, about the thing that definitely did not do. "I don't know what you're talking about!" he reiterated in a sing song voice. "My face is a very nice brown color right now. Not pink not that it doesn't get...pinkish, but I'm just saying it didn't happen."

However, it was happening, wasn't it? Because she was asking him a direct question, and even his ears felt hot now.

"That depends!" he replied a little defensively and looked her up and down. "On the girl and what she's doing." He was gonna let her figure that one out.

Declan cleared his throat and started walking down the corridor, hands in his trouser pockets. "Ohhhh!" Declan was stumped now. He glanced at the ceiling as he walked, then at the walls, and the wall ornaments they passed as they walked. What was he good at that didn't involve academics somehow? "Archery?" he asked her, as if expecting validation. "I'm pretty good at that. Does that count?"

03-20-2017, 12:47 AM	#40 (permalink)
Ama MLE Werewolf Join Date: Sep 2003 Posts: 65,730 Hogwarts RPG Name: Tahir Kovac Khatri First Year	Ama!Nabs IS NAMED MINHO & Is SO Black Panther Right Now Quote: Originally Posted by Lady of Light Etta looked at him in disbelief. "Like I said.." Etta started slowly, like she was explaining to a four-year old. *"I don't want you to whoop* for me, okay? Be the 'silently supporting a friend' kind of a guy. She would definitely appreciate that. "And.. please no thumbs up. I wont be able to see you do that because I'd be busy dueling." The Hufflepuff burst into another fit of laughter at his reaction. She shook her head, almost running to keep up with him. "Of course, you did! I saw. Your face was all.. PINK. It was adorable." She added with a grin. She knew she was probably making him feel a tad bit uncomfortable but well.. she didn't care. It was fun to watch, at least. "Do girls make you blush, Declan?" Etta asked after her laughter had finally subsided. Huh------ WHAT? Etta frowned. "No! I mean.. talents that are NOT related to studies or books. Like.. how I love to draw. I mean, stuff like that?" She made a good point about not being able to see him. Still, he couldn't resist...Declan grinned at her as he slowly brought up his hands to give her one last thumbs up. "Alright. Understood." The subject was back, about the thing that definitely did not do. "I don't know what you're talking about!" he reiterated in a sing song voice. "My face is a very nice brown color right now. Not pink not that it doesn't get...pinkish, but I'm just saying it didn't happen." However, it was happening, wasn't it? Because she was asking him a direct question, and even his ears felt hot now. "That depends!" he replied a little defensively and looked her up and down. "On the girl and what she's doing." He was gonna let her figure that one out. Declan cleared his throat and started walking down the corridor, hands in his trouser pockets. "Ohhhh!" Declan was stumped now. He glanced at the ceiling as he walked, then at the walls, and the wall ornaments they passed as they walked. What was he good at that didn't involve academics somehow? "Archery?" he asked her, as if expecting validation. "I'm pretty good at that. Does that count?"**