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[boutant]

[ Ariadne is sitting on the couch, an orange kitten curled up on her lap. Behind her is a man, who seems to be holding a cup of coffee and looking out the window. ]

Well. [ She pauses, rubbing the back of her neck. ] My father's here, but if anyone else would like to say hello or needs anything, I'm still available. He said he'll be going out for a walk in a little bit anyway.

[ As if on cue, the man pulls away from the window and heads for the kitchen. Ariadne watches him go, some of the tension gone when she looks back at the camera. ]

I'm Ariadne. Welcome to the City.

((ooc: Open for fourth walling! Please no telling her she's from a movie. Other than that, go wild~))

Comments

true but you know he'd be boss at it!

[feorge]

Should I start from the cabin, the shop, or all the lovely little places in between?

[ Like dark alleys while drunk Imeanwhat ]

well. ... yeah probably.

[boutant]

We didn't do anything at the cabin.

[ Except, you know, makeout. Heavily.

And for the love of god Fred your mother is right there why. ]

8)

[feorge]

If the walls could talk, they'd be screaming. Crying, even. Both. A terrible, boogey mess of horror and mishap.

[boutant]

They would not.

...Besides, he started it.

[feorge]

They would too. Because he started it.

In my bloody storeroom.

[boutant]

First of all, you share the storeroom. Second of all, they wouldn't scream.

[ Pause. ]

Or are you trying to say I'm hideous?

[feorge]

Like a banshee, I tell you. 's fatal.

[ A beat. And then he tries not to laugh.


And fails. ]

[boutant]

[ Well, that backfired.

Waiting...

And waiting... ]

[feorge]

[ Wait just a bit longer.


Juuuust a bit.

Okay. Okay, we're okay. He stops with an airy sigh. ]

Erm, that's - no. No, there's just no saving it now, is there?

[ Back to the laughing. ]

[boutant]

Should I take that as a yes? I'm hurt, you know.

[feorge]

[ He wipes a false tear from his eyes. ]

I hardly think we'd've kept you around this long if the mere sight of you made us ill. We're not quite that masochistic.

[boutant]

You never know.

[ Actually, it's far more likely she's the masochistic one, the way things have gone lately... ]

[feorge]

Oh, Merlin, do not continue that train of thought.

[ Hello, does not want to picture his brother and his lady friend with kinky things - but he's still chuckling a bit. ]

[boutant]

[ Innocent brown eyes. ]

I thought you wanted to learn my tricks and secrets.

[feorge]

Not your secrets of the bedroom, love. Might I remind you you're shagging my twin?

[ HAET YOOOU ]

[boutant]

Trust me, I'm aware. My boss asked if we had a threesome.

[ JUST GONNA CASUALLY PUT THAT OUT THERE. She got her flail over it out already. ]

[feorge]

[ ...


.....



......................................

Fred opens his mouth to say something - shuts it - then hangs his head in his hands. WHYYYYYY ]

[boutant]

[ You wanted to find out secrets, Fred. She'll share. They just won't be the ones you want to know. ]

[feorge]

[ Not lifting his head, not looking at you, there is no red spreading to his ears. ]

And your boss is now properly sans bollocks, right?

[boutant]

[ Sure there's not. ]

Actually, Percy's working for him now, too.

[feorge]

What in Merlin's name is my brother doing working for a perve like that?

[boutant]

It's Tony Stark.

[ Like this explains everything. ]

[feorge]

Bless you.

[ She sneezed, right? 'cos that means nothing to him. ]

[boutant]

City Solutions Tony Stark? You guys did the fireworks for his gala.

[feorge]

I make explosions for fun. Do you honestly expect me to remember every bloke I make 'em for?