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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.

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[rule_britannia]

Oh dear lord.

I'd hate to see what you're like when you are flirting.

[greenmoonrising]

I don't flirt, I swear, I don't know how to flirt - that's Tony's thing. Ask the girls in your year, they've probably all been hit on by him.

... Right, so I've gone and made an ass of myself huh?

[rule_britannia]

Just a little bit.

That looked like flirting to me.

[greenmoonrising]

[More ink splatters as he flails in his chair.]

I swear I wasn't I just- I usually just respond like that as a joke- okay, a pretty bad joke but I swear

[Frantic scribbles all over the page.]

Sorry.

[rule_britannia]

Hahahaha.

It'll be our secret.

[greenmoonrising]

Thanks and uh yeah. Sorry. Word vomit, stupid things come out, maybe someone replaced my quill with a prank one again...

[rule_britannia]

You know what they say about bad workmen blaming their tools.

[greenmoonrising]

Hey, I know how to handle my tools

.................... I walked right into that one didn't I.

[rule_britannia]

You are making this too easy.

[greenmoonrising]

I don't get out much, does it show?

[rule_britannia]

I couldn't tell.

[greenmoonrising]

You're too kind.

[rule_britannia]

I'm not sure if that should be an insult or a compliment.

[greenmoonrising]

Whichever makes you feel more comfortable?

[rule_britannia]

They're both equally uncomfortable for different reasons.

[greenmoonrising]

Take it as a teasing joke then - neither a compliment or an insult.

[rule_britannia]

I suppose I can do that.

So, about this teashop...

[greenmoonrising]

Nothing but the finest brews. You'd better be importing your Chai directly from India and have those Chinese ones made of the little flowers that bloom in your cup when put in water.

[rule_britannia]

You know, maybe I won't be giving you that VIP pass after all.

Sounds like you'd make a better business partner.

[greenmoonrising]

Heh, that sounds like fun, though you might kill me after a while for being annoying. :)

[rule_britannia]

Oh, surely not.

:)

[greenmoonrising]

Promise? I might need you to sign a contract for that, just in case you DO try to kill me and break my fragile heart.

[rule_britannia]

Oh my, Bruce, such harsh words.

How could you think I'd do such a thing.

[greenmoonrising]

To quote some seriously terrible Muggle music, don't funk with my heart, Art.

[rule_britannia]

Oh.

Oh dear god.

Bruce. Just.. stop. I can't take it.