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Text Cut: SolomononUHOH Quote:
Originally Posted by Emzily  Solomon wouldn’t believe her if she claimed to not be fashion savvy. He actually wished he’d consulted her on today’s attire beforehand and maybe they could have collaborated and matched their costumes slightly.
He snorted at her defence, and didn’t much appreciate being compared to a peasant, however he chose to focus on the other words she used. Handsome, alluring, attractive… ahh, that was music to his well hidden ears. “A peasant.” Okay, he couldn’t let it go. “No, I’m none of those things. I’m just a dude who doesn’t know the difference between brown and beige.” He snapped a bit. That much was true. He suddenly wanted to take the poncho off, since perhaps his nice white shirt might improve how dapper he was dressed. “Do you think I should lose the hat?” He asked quite seriously, although he was rather comfortable in it.
Solly pretended he knew what she meant by dryad realness. Was that year 914 slang? His smile growing at her twirl. “Well, dryad realness suits you.” Was he saying that right? WHAT DID THAT MEAN?
Sage was talking her words and ranting about something again, but he was a little sidetracked by her fingers brushing against the back of his hand.. not knowing whether it was intentional or not, and without thinking he pulled his hand away for a moment before allowing it to slowly return to where it was. If she wanted to grab hold of his hand then he’d be accepting but he certainly wasn’t prepared to take that step. It wasn’t that kind of date, was it? “I did not know that, no.” He said, finally tuning into what she was blabbing on about but truthfully, there were far too many distractions going on and his head was starting to hurt. “It’s fiiiinnnneeee…” Solomon bent down and picked up a handful of confetti before blowing it into Sage’s face.
She would LOVE that. 
Oh, yes, teaming up with Sage as opposed to battling against her sounded much more fun. “Yeah, let’s team up.” He studied the others a little closer, trying to gage their strength, while maintaining a sturdy posture and a face that said bring it on.
She would gladly transfigure him a set of antlers to compliment hers, he just needed to ask.
There would be no judgement on his choice of character and would have him know that even a peasant was a perfectly respectable choice. The biggest offense would be to have no concept at all because how could you hope to achieve anything without a concept? Which, well, she probably should not have been shocked or disappointed that that turned out to be precisely what Solomon had done. "Well..." Sage half laughed, brow cocked as flicked the brim of his hat with her fingers and smiled a little wider. "I'd say you nailed that." Yeah yeah, whatever, she would give it to him this time - but yes, next time, he should ask and they could coordinate. She wasn't sure if it was the attention she had given it that caused the sudden question, but she certainly hadn't meant it that way. "No," she shook her head, all sarcasm drained from her tone. "You should keep it. It helps you look like a dashing guy who doesn't know the difference between brown and beige." As to his compliment about her look... "I know," she almost smirked and most certainly winked.
His sudden movement almost caused her to jump and her head snapped to look at him instead of glare at the confetti on the ground. She didn't say anything, but there certainly was a 'what was that about?' look to be found in her eyes. What? Had there been a bug that flew by or stung him? In any case, her hand did slip into her pocket for her wand and rather than wonder why hot cauldron he had metaphorically touched, the Slytherin began zapping bits of confetti tumbling by their feet into banished oblivion. "I'm not surprise. We don't really cover these sorts of things in Herbology since the emphasis is on magical plants but --" OH NO HE DID NOT! Mid sentence, several bits of HIS confetti accosted her and a couple pieces drifted right into her mouth. Choking (okay, she was just coughing but STILL), the most of the rest of the bits flew into her hair and the flower crown and a couple attached themselves to her chest and cheeks. "Pfff PFFF ppf pffff pffff PFFFFFFT pffff."
She did not, in fact, love THAT.
He must really love her basilisk eyes (also known as if looks could kill) because he sure seemed to go out of his way to bring them out of her!
"PFFT pfft pfft okay pffffft pfft," she spittered, trying to get the whole of the confetti out of her mouth but struggling because some was stuck to her tongue. "Versus it is." Her eyes now crossed trying to see her tongue so she could get the intruders off and out, but of course she couldn't see anything - but she did see the older duo standing nearby sooooooooo.... "Maybe we could do peasants versus queens."
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