04-23-2020, 02:17 PM
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Moke
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Originally Posted by kayquilz If he was going to fall in love with anyone, it would be a good thing for it to be Aboli. Lonely as she was, she'd probably get clingier if anything. Aboli was unaware of those thoughts, though, and merely couldn't help laughing as he carried on. Did he like the sound of his own voice?! Because it sure sounded like it! She couldn't blame him, though, because she herself liked her own voice too. She could talk her dad's ear off any day. "Hmm. Okay......Let me think about it. Maybe my brain will work better the more I get to know you---which reminds me........you should WRITE me. I like writing to people." Aboli may reply cryptically with a language only SHE understood, but that was a more interesting letter than most, no? "Unless, of course, you can't write." She smirked teasingly at him.
MUahahAHHAH. "I KNOW it looks horrid and that's why I WANT it. I'm a bit of a masochist." Enjoying one's own pain seemed to be a family trait, didn't it? She didn't know half of what her mother got up to - but her mother could see it in her....the Ziggy clan enjoyed pain okay? "But I also just....looooooove trying really weird food. I'd put almost anything in my mouth, right?" She chuckled and ruffled his hair playfully. "Also, I live to see the look on people's faces JUUUUUST like the one on yours currently. You look horrified. It's hilarious." It was making her giggle even MORE. So when it was their turn, she cut right in front of him -- ladies first, right? -- and ordered her some PICKLE. POPCORN.
Pickled flavored crisps were good so...why would popcorn NOT be good? ........?
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First of all, there was no need for her to think over it. Skeet was not and will never be Skeet Skeet McGee. It wasn't cool enough for him, no offence. "Gimme some credit, mami, I need a real cool nickname!" The Gryffindor started, very adamant that he must get a new nickname now. Pronto. ASAP. His super cool reputation should not be tainted by some silly nickname. "Oh, yeah, sure. I don't mind! Ya can write to me—" What did she say?
Skeet gave her a wild look. "You're such a liar, UH-BOH-LEE!" He can write! He is not, what, two years old! GEEZ, females. Were they always Like That?™
And an even WILDER look. Skeet was always up to bad ideas, but even he couldn't stomach pickle flavoured popcorn. "Would ya put a troll's foot into your mouth too?" He asked to spite her. However, he wasn't even sure if he wanted to know the answer to that. As for her comment about his face, well, he was going to raise his nose up in the air. "Excuse YOU, I'm absolutely good-looking!" Even with a funny face. His funny face was justified!
Oh, and she even cut right in front of him!!!!!!! WOW!!!!!!
She was so rude. SO RUDE. He SCOFFED.
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