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[rule_britannia]

Two weeks at home.

Two weeks managing to avoid getting a black eye.

It was nice while it lasted.

Bloody wankers.

Comments

[allamericanreject]

Because I'd rather I was the one picking on you. Least I ain't gonna give you a black eye. Unless you deserve it, hehe.

[rule_britannia]

Oh, what a shining example of Gryffindor nobility you are.

[allamericanreject]

Heroism is relative. Just cuz you don't get it doesn't mean that you can knock it.

...You know. Maybe one day you could hide out in my closet from your brothers. It'd be pretty neat, I'll feed you and give you water and everything, good little Slytherin!

[rule_britannia]

Oh piss off.

[allamericanreject]

I was just kidding, loser. And besides, if you didn't want someone to talk to you'd just quit writing.

[That just kinda...siiiits there for a minute.]

Don't quit writing, I'm crazy-bored and there's no one to talk to right now.

[rule_britannia]

[Arthur does quit writing, until the next message comes through, and even then it's a few minutes before he replies]

You have to be kidding me.

[allamericanreject]

What? It's not as if I NEED to talk to you or anything. I'm bored and you're there.

[Even though he was the one who answered in the first place.]

[rule_britannia]

There must be someone else you can torment.

[allamericanreject]

You know. I can have normal conversation. It's just more fun to pick on you.

I can quit it, but I bet you wouldn't.

[rule_britannia]

Good day, Jones.