Parrish Storm

[victorieuxetbelle]

"Sounds quite very reasonable. S’pose I should call you by your name then? I mean, in the case I do have to call you anything again."

[parrishstorm]

"Probably a decent plan. I'm Parrish. You?

[silly-little-maisie]

"Yes! Dance party!"

[parrishstorm]

"Why not?'

[silly-little-maisie]

"Aw, thank you!"

[parrishstorm]

"So wanna go do some birthday stuff?"

[silly-little-maisie]

"Yay, birthday!"

[parrishstorm]

"Aw! Happy birthday!" He sits down on the ground and looks up at her as she had instructed him to do when they were together. 

[prettylittleslytherin-blog]

"If I was in a bad mood, you’d be in the hospital wing by now."

[parrishstorm]

"Would I? I'm not so sure. Wait, so you're saying this is a good mood?"

[victorieuxetbelle]

"I will watch that. Maybe you’ll get quite predictable after a week or so. That would be terribly boring, wouldn’t it? Oh merlin, liger just sounds awful! Badgon isn’t that much better. But at least a bit.”

[parrishstorm]

"I don't know, I wouldn't count on it. Maybe we should just agree to not combine lions and badgers any time soon." 

[silly-little-maisie]

Maisie walked out of the castle. “Yay, it’s so nice out!”

[parrishstorm]

"I know! It's so awesome!"

[le-loup-fear-not]

I guess so. I’m Remus Lupin, by the way. I don’t think we’ve ever spoken before.

[parrishstorm]

"I don't think we have, although I recognize you. I'm Parrish."

[victorieuxetbelle]

"You are full of surprises, you lion-hearted badger. Or lion with a badger heart?"

[parrishstorm]

"I guess I'm just a surprising person. Hmm... combine them, liger or badgon."

[prettylittleslytherin-blog]

"Are you really so thick that you don’t understand shut up?”

[parrishstorm]

"Well someone's in a bad mood."

[victorieuxetbelle]

"Slightly more violent and dirty things, than you think of probably."

[parrishstorm]

"Hmm well, for me the word 'whatever' literally means 'whatever' which, I suppose, includes your definition."

[silly-little-maisie]

"… Yes sir. You may stand."

[parrishstorm]

"Good" He stood up and began to walk with her out of the castle. 

[silly-little-maisie]

"Umm, let’s go walk outside!"

[parrishstorm]

"Sure! Do I have permission to get up and walk for this?"

[silly-little-maisie]

"Yay, good. So," Maisie leaned on his shoulder since, she can do that. "what’s going on?"

[parrishstorm]

"Oh, nothing much. What do you want to do?"

[silly-little-maisie]

"Well you’re like a bajillion feet tall so it wouldn’t be hard for you to drop something on someone… which reminds me," she gave him a look to go down on his knees.

[parrishstorm]

"Riiiight yeah." He sat down on the floor. "Alright you're officially the tall one, now we can talk."

[silly-little-maisie]

"You’re lying. Oh well, I bet this is a much better story.”

[parrishstorm]

"Okay, fine I may have slightly exaggerated the whole 'abducted by aliens part' but I have dropped a hot dog before... just not on someone's head. So yeah, your story might be a little bit more interesting. But if my story was true, it would be pretty cool."

[le-loup-fear-not]

I figured that. What I meant was what are they running from? You wouldn’t happen to know would you?

[parrishstorm]

"No idea. Maybe we should go over there and see."