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I WANT TO SURF SO BAD!!! lskdnslkg Let's do it. Also, Oliver is cooking and you should come eat.
IT'S REALLY HARD LIKE, I DID IT SOMEWHERE BY THE INDIAN SEA AND THE WATER DIDN'T APPRECIATE IT AND THE MERPEOPLE WEREN'T VERY HAPPY BUT I DON'T THINK THERE'S ANYTHING SANPEOPLE TO ANGER. COMING~ SEE IF CHLOE CAN MAKE DESSERT
I could handle desert, just take me with you.
WOO OKAY WE CAN TRY SAND SURFING IT'LL BE BRILLIANT
When everyone gets married can I go live with you in the forest?
I'm feeling more like desert.Â
YOU CAN DECORATE THE WEDDING CAKE butnotbakeitchloecandothat
WOOOOO! IT'S GOING TO BE AWESOME. THERE'LL BE CANDLES AND SPARKLERS AND YES, GOOD.
I'm really glad you're back. Things have been crazy lately and despite your ridiculousness, you somehow calm me down. I'm... idk i'm not okay addie i'm really not
Lair, yes no that’s never a thing is it?Â
Procured Inhabitants~ Adriana and Grayson
Grayson was unaware of his makeover, as he’d been in deep slumber when Adriana decided he’d needed it. On one hand, he would be horrified when he realised what she’d done, but on the other he should’ve expected it. He’d spent his Hogwarts years, and even before that time, waking up differently than he’d gone to sleep. Once, he even woke up in a women’s one-piece swimsuit over his pajamas; striped because he needed to be a mime. Supposedly because he’d snored very loudly that night. Grayson, however, couldn’t remember a time when he snored at all.
The buzzing that had drawn Adriana’s attention was a rememberall. He wasn’t sure who it was reminding, but he was definitely certain that it was letting him know someone had forgotten to lock the bedroom door to keep certain people out. Like everyone who wasn’t Damien or himself. Like Adriana, for example. The rememberall also could’ve been to signal that Damien had left his pensieve uncovered, and thus became the shiny pretty whatever that had drawn his twin’s attention. Which was the reason Grayson was so affronted.
He noticed his hands as he grabbed Adriana’s arms and paused momentarily to gawk at them. “Why?? What did you do to my hands?!” The study of one only made his grip slacken just a hair, but then he remembered he had the paintbrush he’d knocked out of her hands and poked it at her nose. “Because this isn’t my bed and this isn’t my room and you can’t just barge in on places that aren’t yours or mine and that was very personal and you really shouldn’t look inside another person’s head I mean, bad maners, WOW, now go go go I’m hungry and we should eat and you shouldn’t take your paints or brushes to the bbq and don’t forget your broom we’ll stop at Oliver’s and Katie’s to get your things and swing by for Dottle and it’ll really be better if we all showed up togther, yeah?” While talking he still somehow managed to poke at other parts of Adriana’s face so she was sporting a face of polka dots.
"Improved 'em," Adriana beamed at him. It was nice to know she was appreciated. However, when she realised she was incapable of moving her arms, that beam turned into an offended glare. "Now l'eggo! Your breath reeks! Something's gone and died in there!" Able to wriggle one arm free from his lacked grip, she swatted and squawked when she was assaulted with her own brush. The indignity and gall of him! Gaping at him, because really that was quite rude, she almost got a mouthful of said brush when he jabbed it in her face.
She recoiled, remembering vividly that paint was NOT something to be tasted, and ended up half off of the stool, half on the dresser behind her. "Course it isn't," Grayson would be caught dead before wearing something in that shade of green, sheesh, she knew her twin better than that. Who the hell did he think she was? "But if this isn't yours, why are you in here to begin with? You're being all very hypocritical, I hope you know, which is completely unfair to me your loving sister, I mean really!" In the brush came in for the second time, it seemed that she had forgotten already that brushes were not to be tasted and snapped at it, catching some of the paint on her mouth. She made a face and licked what she could off onto her sleeve. Which then she wiped on Grayon's face, because he deserved it.
"Great, brilliant, let's go. I was hungry like a while ago but you were sleeping and you're like, dead, or something and so I've been just here starving and you're a terrible host. Will there be crepes?" Food sounded delightful, however the rest of what he said did not sound as delightful. "WAIT wait wait waitiwaitiwait WHAT? I have to - but - why?" It's been years since she was made to surrender her brushes and she suddenly felt like something was so very wrong with the very thought of separating herself from the paints and brushes that she blanched and dug her feet in, struggling against his hold for the first time. "I'm not going without them! YOU CAN'T MAKE ME, THIS IS OPPRESSION. OPPRESSION I SAY! HERESY! BLASPHEMY! THIS IS SACRILEGE AND IT WILL NOT STAND!"
Procured Inhabitants~ Adriana and Grayson
It was the rustling noise that woke him. Grayson was a light sleeper normally, but since he’d taken up residence in Damien’s bedroom, he’d become accustomed to the serene silence of this one singular room in the flat than the others - that spontaneously combust at random times. Or procure inhabitants that should not be procured. Madam had become quite comfortable in his own bedroom, from what he could tell every time he poked his head inside to see if he was able to retrieve his violin. It had been abandoned nearly three months ago. It was still there.
But the rustling. Nothing in Damien’s room rustled, and as soon as his mind made that connection, his eyes shot open and he rolled over and sat up in one fluid movement. It was momentarily disconcerting for him to see his twin sister before him, hunched over on a stool and poking… something. It took him a bit to remember that, oh yeah, Addieriana was staying with them for the time being. It took him another moment to realise - oh shit she shouldn’t be doing that.
"Hey!" Grayson flailed, tangling himself in the bedsheets in his effort to get out of them and nearly falling to the floor when he rolled off. Instead, he wobbled unsteadily until he gained his balance and knocked the paintbrush from his sister’s hand. "Bad! That’s not yours - it isn’t even mine!" he protested, bending to pick up the offending thing from the floor while wrapping his fingers around Adriana’s wrist and attempting to pull, or push, or throw, roll, wrestle, and otherwise eject her from the room.
Despite everything and his incurable clinginess, Grayson at least knew how to respect privacy, and even though he was allowed in the room, that didn’t give him the right to go through or destroy any of it. “Out out out out GET OUT!”
It was quiet. Something, although not unusual, that disconcerted her. She had that problem, from time-to-time, where the silence bore on her ears and drummed and, despite it's misgiving name, was not quiet at all. It was more akin to a hum and then a very, very shrill beep. Typically how Adriana dealt with this was to relocate herself to a busier, louder and brighter place. But she couldn't, since for once she was inside rather than out and for Agrippa's sake, this was her brother's flat. It wasn't supposed to be this...this settled. It was downright domestic and she already shrieked herself near hoarse from his owls, she didn't need to throw up on top of that.
So, naturally, she got up and ungracefully out of bed - yes, her hammock from last time (which was when?) was still strung up, Grayson could be sentimental like that - landing on her hands and knees rather than her face for once. PROGRESS, YES. The fool was fucking frigid, she swore to Merlin, heaven and high hell and then down to Katie and something sounding suspiciously like 'Machiavelli's balls'. Hastily finding her feet, she cocooned herself in on of the blankets and determinedly set about to poke around at as many things as she could without Dumbo's hovering and Damien's wary glare.
It barely took her an hour to become bored. Even less time after that for her to take to the bright idea of opening a window and hanging half-out of it. Adriana bout froze her own balls off and so that idea was written off. Wandering downstairs (leaving that window open, curtains billowing and disrupting any sort of organisation for the piles upon piles of parchment strew bout) and then three and half hours for her to find her way back up the couple flights of stairs, brushes between her fingers in mockery of a Muggle comic she once saw (the guy was burly and angry and, minus the facial hair, facial structure, way of dress, build, height, muscle, basically everything really, reminded her of Dot. He was very very very angry looking is what she meant). The sun barely was making it's ascent and fuck really? really Sun, you were going to do this to me? She groaned and intended to flop dramatically onto the chaise - she ended up on the too low table that was incorrectly dubbed their coffee table and the mess piled haphazardly on it.
It was the best rest in ever.
When she woke up, the sun was in a decidedly much better place and it was just perfect, she concluded, to get her lazy-arse of host up.
One HORRIBLE encounter with Madam later, Adriana was inside of Damien's room, and staring down at the unattractive sight of her brother drooling all over the sheets. She stood there, and stood there...and stood, until she felt pins and needles beginning and so perched herself on a stool that she had to drag back into the room. His face, during all this standing around, had been carefully done-up in exaggerated paint (in the lieu of make-up) of a geisha for shits.
After doing his hands - all of it an anatomical nightmare - in skeletons, she got bored and realised half-way through a bone had partially moved onto her own hand and the sheets. Oh well, it wasn't like they weren't already covered in the slobber of someone and who-knows WHAT else. Something buzzed and she twisted fast enough to blur her vision and propel her past her intended direction in the complete opposite one. Now something else - it glittered and shone and pretty, pretty, shiny, shiny. Huh, that was interesting. She moved to get a closer loo- "AH HOLY SHIT!" - and ended up toppling off backwards. At least it was onto the thing that buzzed, fixed that problem. "WHAT WHAT WHAT??? WHY?"
YOU THINK THAT’S REALLY GOING TO STOP ME THIS CAKE BETTER TASTE LIKE IT WAS MADE BY GODS
Better! It was made by Chloe! <3Â
Did someone say cake made by Chloe?Â
YES HURRY UP AND GET OVER HERE YOU TWO
GRAY AND ADDIE I’M COMING OVER.
I HAVE LEFTOVER CHOCOLATE COCONUT SLICE
don’t worry chloe made it not me. she didn’t let me help but she let becca help /pout
YOU’RE BEAUTIFUL AND I LOVE YOU NOW GIVE ME THE CAKEÂ
CAKE ALL THE CAKE
HOW UNFAIR IS IT THAT A TODDLER GETS LET INTO THE KITCHEN BUT NOT ME? I’M NOT THAT BAD
alsoilickedsomeofthepiecessonowtheyhavemygoobiesonit
Because you're going to give us cooties now that you've licked 'em! THAT's why!
GRAY AND ADDIE I’M COMING OVER.
I HAVE LEFTOVER CHOCOLATE COCONUT SLICE
don’t worry chloe made it not me. she didn’t let me help but she let becca help /pout
YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL AND I LOVE YOU NOW GIVE ME THE CAKEÂ
ADDIE YOU NEED TO COME OVER AND MEET KING ULRIC
You’re just jealous that Ulric DOESN’T have eight-legs! ADMIT IT CLIVE, YOU ONLY FEEL HALF AS FULFILLED BECAUSE DOGS ONLY HAVE FOUR
FOUR FLUFFY LITTLE CUTE LEGS THAT WRIGGLE AND HAVE TOES HOW IS THAT NOT THE BEST THING EVER???
DOGS DON’T HAVE TOES WHAT KIND OF PERSON DO YOU THINK YOU ARE???
YES THEY DO. LOOK AT THESE
OH, huh that's weird. Dog's are weird AND SO ARE YOU
ADDIE YOU NEED TO COME OVER AND MEET KING ULRIC
You’re just jealous that Ulric DOESN’T have eight-legs! ADMIT IT CLIVE, YOU ONLY FEEL HALF AS FULFILLED BECAUSE DOGS ONLY HAVE FOUR
FOUR FLUFFY LITTLE CUTE LEGS THAT WRIGGLE AND HAVE TOES HOW IS THAT NOT THE BEST THING EVER???
DOGS DON'T HAVE TOES WHAT KIND OF PERSON DO YOU THINK YOU ARE???
hehehehehehehe… panties
OI SHUT IT DUCKBRAINS THAT’S PRIVATE INFO
That is between myself and Grayson.
oh my god
I HAVE BEEN TRUAMATISED
HALP
ADDIE YOU NEED TO COME OVER AND MEET KING ULRIC
ISN’T HE ADORABLE??? MUCH BETTER THAN BIG FREAKY SPIDERS.
AGREED HE WIGGLES
AWW YOU GOT A PUPPY! YES I WANNA MEET HIM!
OWL AHEAD. CHLOE WILL COOK YUMMIES.
also we were smart enough to neuter king ulric even though his bbs would be cute and fluffy and not at all freaky and eight legged.
You're just jealous that Ulric DOESN'T have eight-legs! ADMIT IT CLIVE, YOU ONLY FEEL HALF AS FULFILLED BECAUSE DOGS ONLY HAVE FOUR
ADDIE YOU NEED TO COME OVER AND MEET KING ULRIC
ISN’T HE ADORABLE??? MUCH BETTER THAN BIG FREAKY SPIDERS.
AGREED HE WIGGLES
AWW YOU GOT A PUPPY! YES I WANNA MEET HIM!
BUT DON'T MAKE FUN OF RUPERT'S SIZE, HE'S VERY SENSITIVE!!
WELL YOU ARE NEITHER NICE, NOR FUN, SOUPNIK
Of course not, I’m a Malfoy. Therefore I am never nice and most definitely never fun.
Someone got their panties in a twist.Â
FROG FACE BEGS TO DIFFER.Â
…
I shall only say that you ladies have a lot to learn about my brand of humour. Gray would have recognised it as a joke. Next time I will be sure to point it out. Perhaps the use of excessive capital letters will capture your attention.
Nope, nothing fun about you, Soup, nothing at all I mean you now have heaps of spiders named after you and you’re coming to our bbq with a date when we figure out where we’re having it, right? That’s not fun at all
:b
WHO DO YOU THINK I WAS TALKING ABOUT? YOU DON'T WEAR PANTIES UNLESS GRAYSONÂ SOMEONE'S BEEN DRESSING YOU!
Do you have something you would like to share with the class
do you
wait no don't
AJKHSFAK NO
