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AlwaysSnapesGirl · 12-25-2023, 05:23 PM

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Originally Posted by Lottiepot

Bowie wasn’t one to judge anyone for their preferences in edible delights anyway. If he fancied an ice cream in the middle of a bleak winter then so be it. With that being said, it was an espresso that he held in his hands warming up his fingers which of course he didn’t have gloves on because that would be sensible. His jumper was also full of holes but it WAS his favourite and he didn’t have the heart to get rid of it quite yet.

The point was that despite hearing the squeak, Bowie was unable to duck out of the way before a scoop of ice cream flew in his direction and landed directly on the front of said sweater. Thankfully, for the woman mostly, the long haired man had the heart of a Golden Retriever and there wasn’t an inch of annoyance in his expression as he glanced over at her. “I love ice cream but I’d rather it in my mouth than on me” he chuckled watching as the ice cream plopped onto the ground in the doorway of the tattoo parlour before attempting to wipe off any remainder with his sleeve.

In true London style, it didn’t take long for the area to become swarmed with overly confident pigeons hoping for a tasty snack. “Look at all those chickens..” he laughed to himself, replicating the old meme from that muggle site Vine from literally a century ago. Bowie did like things old school sometimes and was pretty switched on with the muggle world but often forgot that others.. weren’t so much resulting in him looking a little foolish at times.

Not that he really cared.

She asked for one thing, to eat some ice cream, and she couldn't even have that. Instead she was tripping like some clumsy female protagonist of a romantic comedy and losing her ice cream entirely. What luck she had.

Though maybe it was looking up, since the man whose sweater was an unfortunate victim of the flying ice cream didn't seem upset at all. In fact, he seemed to be pretty good-humored about it, all things considered. Some people probably wouldn't be, and even though Micaiah enjoyed a good argument every now and then, she really wasn't in the mood for one today. So she was grateful for that. "Sorry, I'll try to aim for your mouth next time," she joked, offering a smile.

She brushed some of the ice cream off her own coat, amused by the pigeons already gathering. They never missed a beat, did they? They... Hmm? Chickens? But they were just pigeons. Right? Micaiah scanned them quickly, just to be certain there wasn't a stray chicken in the mix - sometimes you never knew with the wizarding world - before asking, "Chickens?" What did he mean? Clearly there was something she was missing.

12-25-2023, 05:23 PM	#12 (permalink)
AlwaysSnapesGirl St Mungos Mod 4 Privet Drive Mod Clabbert Join Date: Dec 2009 Location: Narnia Posts: 19,372 Hogwarts RPG Name: Zephyr Amstern Ravenclaw First Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Florence Schultz Slytherin Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Tristan Rivers Hufflepuff Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Antony Vexmoor Ravenclaw Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Nathaniel Hensley Slytherin Second Year x7 x1	Baguette \| there is no D in my name \| TRAITORclaw \| Queenie of Narnia Quote: Originally Posted by Lottiepot Bowie wasn’t one to judge anyone for their preferences in edible delights anyway. If he fancied an ice cream in the middle of a bleak winter then so be it. With that being said, it was an espresso that he held in his hands warming up his fingers which of course he didn’t have gloves on because that would be sensible. His jumper was also full of holes but it WAS his favourite and he didn’t have the heart to get rid of it quite yet. The point was that despite hearing the squeak, Bowie was unable to duck out of the way before a scoop of ice cream flew in his direction and landed directly on the front of said sweater. Thankfully, for the woman mostly, the long haired man had the heart of a Golden Retriever and there wasn’t an inch of annoyance in his expression as he glanced over at her. “I love ice cream but I’d rather it in my mouth than on me” he chuckled watching as the ice cream plopped onto the ground in the doorway of the tattoo parlour before attempting to wipe off any remainder with his sleeve. In true London style, it didn’t take long for the area to become swarmed with overly confident pigeons hoping for a tasty snack. “Look at all those chickens..” he laughed to himself, replicating the old meme from that muggle site Vine from literally a century ago. Bowie did like things old school sometimes and was pretty switched on with the muggle world but often forgot that others.. weren’t so much resulting in him looking a little foolish at times. Not that he really cared. She asked for one thing, to eat some ice cream, and she couldn't even have that. Instead she was tripping like some clumsy female protagonist of a romantic comedy and losing her ice cream entirely. What luck she had. Though maybe it was looking up, since the man whose sweater was an unfortunate victim of the flying ice cream didn't seem upset at all. In fact, he seemed to be pretty good-humored about it, all things considered. Some people probably wouldn't be, and even though Micaiah enjoyed a good argument every now and then, she really wasn't in the mood for one today. So she was grateful for that. "Sorry, I'll try to aim for your mouth next time," she joked, offering a smile. She brushed some of the ice cream off her own coat, amused by the pigeons already gathering. They never missed a beat, did they? They... Hmm? Chickens? But they were just pigeons. Right? Micaiah scanned them quickly, just to be certain there wasn't a stray chicken in the mix - sometimes you never knew with the wizarding world - before asking, "Chickens?" What did he mean? Clearly there was something she was missing. __________________ if we fall, we will fall together; and when we rise, we will rise together__________________♥♥♥♥ together we are dangerous; together with our differences; together we are bolder, braver, stronger