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@kestralscaptain
-smirks, but cannot help but look confused- Cap.. I didn’t know you were into that… But hey, I am certainly not complaining…
*Smirks* What you don't about me, Kiely could fill a pitch.
Of course if you're not interested.. *shrugs* It will hardly hurt my feelings. I can always find someone else.
"Please, even without me, my team would beat your teams ass." Greg shook his head and took another bite. "You really just need to give it up and admit that my team is far superior to yours."
"Sure. Right after I notify that papers that the Kestral’s captain is sitting naked, on my stool eating an omelet I may or may not have poisoned."
"You go right ahead and alert the papers, it doesn't bother me any. At least I got a good fuck before I died." He wasn't lying either, he'd had a good time with Duncan the night before.
"Beating your team is already too easy; my team my start to take pity on them if I killed you." Duncan took a bite of his, but had a hard time not laughing.
"Please, even without me, my team would beat your teams ass." Greg shook his head and took another bite. "You really just need to give it up and admit that my team is far superior to yours."
-shrugs- Well Cap, if I had someone then I wouldn’t be standing here looking so desperate. This is me trying to find someone.
*smirks* I'm more than willing to help you with that issue.
Greg took a seat on a stool in the kitchen and watched Duncan cook. “I have to say, I’m impressed, Inglebee.” He only saw one side of Duncan, the complete asshole side, which was a side Greg actually liked, but this side was weird and domestic and nice. Greg liked that side of him, as well. It was weird though. “You’re domestic and know how to cook. I never would have expected it.”
Duncan slid a plate over to Greg. “Don’t say that until you’ve check your omelet for eggshells.” There shouldn’t have been any, Duncan was pretty apt, but he didn’t take compliments like that very well.
Greg chuckled. "I think I should be more worried about poison than eggshells." he said cocking an eyebrow at Duncan before taking a bite and nodding. "Not bad Inglebee, now to wait for it to kill me."
I could really use a good drink and fuck.
*smirks* you should find someone to help you with that
Reaching over his shoulder, Duncan felt the marks and smirked. “War scars.” Going over to the kitchen, Duncan began knocking things about and generally just making a mess. “Feel free to make yourself at home.” Throwing some eggs and a few other ingredients into a pan, Duncan created two perfect half moon omelets.
Greg took a seat on a stool in the kitchen and watched Duncan cook. "I have to say, I'm impressed, Inglebee." He only saw one side of Duncan, the complete asshole side, which was a side Greg actually liked, but this side was weird and domestic and nice. Greg liked that side of him, as well. It was weird though. "You're domestic and know how to cook. I never would have expected it."
Uh…nothing that has to do with Quidditch or any other sport for that matter. After that, you can feel free to surprise me.
Greg turned around, smirking. "You want me to surprise you, but it can't involve anything having to do with sports. I'm sure I can come up with something. It's too cold to fly anyway." He thought for a second, pulling her down the street. "Hows your christmas shopping going. The holidays are coming."
"Feel free to be impressed; not everyone can reach this level on the hierarchy of needs."
"Impressed it is, which isn't a state I'm often in." Unless he was around B. She impressed him all the time.
"You’d be apparating out of my room if he was." Arrogantly just assuming Greg was as comfortable with nudity as he was, Duncan left the room. Reaching their living room, Duncan inwardly cringed at the sight of their clothes covering the room. "Thank Merlin he didn’t last night."
Greg nodded in agreement with Duncan. He would be vanishing on the spot if the roommate had been there. He was thankful the guy wasn't. Walking out of Duncan's room he was impressed by the mess they had made. He only vaguely remembered parts of last night. "Nice." he said pointing at the back of Duncan's shoulder, noticing the marks on Duncan. He remembered that part of the night at least.
"Hmmm… Perhaps, though I wouldn’t know. Perhaps I should consult an expert. Tell me Duncan, how does that feel?" He really did enjoy messing with Duncan and he was glad they could move passed the issue that had been caused by Duncan.
It was odd to Duncan that they were already passed what he’d done; he was used to be holding grudges or expecting repayment for the stupid things he’d done. Could Greg be… a friend? “Astonishingly good; nobody ever holds you to high standards, and therefore you have none to fail at.”
"I'm not sure if I should be totally disgusted or impressed by that." Greg said honestly. The logic was there but it was depressing.
"You are not perfect!" Greg laughed. "Though the food situation sounds similar to mine. Only in my case it’s normally just me so I only have enough for one." It wasn’t like he actually had people over very often. If he wanted company the pub in the muggle town that he lived was perfectly fine. He had friends there.
"Arguable." Groggily getting up Duncan held his hand out to Greg. "Well do you want me to further prove my perfection or not?"
"Sure." Greg grinned, grabbing Duncan's hand and using Duncan's strength to help him up. His head wasn't feeling as bad as it had been. He was so very thankful for that. "You said two Quidditch Players, you're roommate isn't about to appear out of no where, are they?" he wasn't entirely sure where he had left his clothing though he spotted his wand on the floor and stood to pick it up.
Duncan laughed. “Of course I do, I’m perfect. Plus, it was either that or live off of bread and water when I moved out. The real trick is actually finding food in my house; with two Quidditch players it’s almost impossible to keep up.”
"You are not perfect!" Greg laughed. "Though the food situation sounds similar to mine. Only in my case it's normally just me so I only have enough for one." It wasn't like he actually had people over very often. If he wanted company the pub in the muggle town that he lived was perfectly fine. He had friends there.
Faking hurt, Duncan put a hand to his chest. “It must be hard being dumb and blind Greg.” Being Duncan, he already knew he was gorgeous and was unafraid to admit it.
"Hmmm... Perhaps, though I wouldn't know. Perhaps I should consult an expert. Tell me Duncan, how does that feel?" He really did enjoy messing with Duncan and he was glad they could move passed the issue that had been caused by Duncan.
Why wait then? -she says with a smirk before she takes his arm- Shall we do something fun then?
Absolutely! *he said with a grin* What'd ya have in mind?
A few things in Diagon Alley || B/Greg
"As you do to me." he said against her lips. He couldn’t believe how mushy she made him, but he couldn’t see being another way. He loved her. So much.
She kissed him before pulling back again and looking at her, shaking her head and laughing slightly. “Our ice cream is going to melt.”
"I think it already has." he said chuckling. "Ice cream can't stand up to serious conversations. It melts under pressure." He didn't care about the ice cream, he didn't care about anything but the woman in his lap. "I love you." he said totally out of the blue. it just popped into his head and he had to tell her.
A few things in Diagon Alley || B/Greg
"They aren’t worth the waisted emotions dearest." Greg said. The nickname he had once used as sarcastic now held so much more meaning. "Let them go, they mean nothing."
"No, you’re right." She smiled, nodding her head and running her fingers through her hair. "You do though. You mean the world to me." She leaned in an pressed her lips back to his again.
"As you do to me." he said against her lips. He couldn't believe how mushy she made him, but he couldn't see being another way. He loved her. So much.
