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[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard and Tonks enter the bar, looking well-rested, for once. Bernard grabs a cup of coffee from the bar and sits on a stool, obviously engrossed in a new bomb design that occurred to him while sleeping.*

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[clumsy_auror]

*she gets a cup of tea and quietly watches him work for a few minutes, smiling as he bites his lip in concentration*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He's oblivious for several minutes, until suddenly he feels her eyes on him, and he sneaks a glance in her direction, a small smile quirking his lips.*

[clumsy_auror]

*she grins back at him*

Don't let me interrupt. It looks like you're on a roll, there.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Maybe.

*He pauses to kiss her.*

What time do you need to be at work?

[clumsy_auror]

*she glances at the wall clock*

Not for a while, yet. It's a paperwork day, so the hours are flexible.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He smiles and takes her hand in his, looking back at the sketch.

He frowns and cocks his head, squinting at it critically, then starts scribbling chemical compounds like potassium permanganate and nitro in the margins.

As he works, the very tip of his tongue sticks out of the corner of his mouth.

He doesn't notice.*

[clumsy_auror]

*Tonks does.

She bites back a laugh and takes a sip of her tea before propping her chin up on his shoulder, slipping her arm around his waist; she speaks quietly*

You're a very smart man, Bernard Wrangle.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Still writing, he flushes and glances over at her, then puts his free arm around her shoulders.*

Nah. I just like to blow shit up.

[clumsy_auror]

*she watches as he crosses out a few things, making improvements to the design*

Those two things aren't mutually exclusive, y'know.

I mean, I took a few courses in Muggle weaponry at the Academy...but this *she gestures at the paper* is a bit beyond me.

It's just very impressive, is all.

[mnt_raph]

*Raph is in a good mood. Good moods for him translate to reckless behavior. Behavior like confronting Bernard about the potential for world destruction.*

I want a word.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He's been staring blankly at his sketchbook since Tonks left twenty-five minutes ago. There's a lit, unsmoked cigarette in the ashtray that's burnt down to the filter.

He looks up, pale, and blinking owlishly.*

Huh?

[mnt_raph]

A word,...please.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He kicks the stool Tonks was sitting on.*

Take a load off.

[mnt_raph]

*He'd rather stand. He would...but for the sake of the conversation, he sits.*

We might have a problem.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

What makes you say that?

*He blinks, and takes in Raph's attire.*

Nice slippers.

[mnt_raph]

The fact that Death knows you socked me makes me say that.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He blinks again, several times.*

I'm not following you.

[andmisterhyde.livejournal.com]

While I have no idea if you're still here, on the off-chance you are there's a Hyde around.

He slides onto the stool next to Bernard, eating a Baby Ruth bar, semi-awake. He sort of nods a greeting to the surly bartender. Who's not on duty and may or may not be better disposed to him. Who can tell.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Smoking steadily and sipping his coffee, Bernard nods back.*

[andmisterhyde.livejournal.com]

Hyde has occasionally been known to make conversation.

"What're you workin' on, man?" It's a casual, non-probing question, implying that Bernard has just as much right to stay in his own little world as Hyde does. With his Baby Ruth bar.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He glances down at his now-closed notebook*

Bombs.

[andmisterhyde.livejournal.com]

Hyde's eyes widen. "Holy shit."

He leans a little closer into Bernard, though not enough to compromise his personal space. Enough to have his now hushed, conspiratorial tone heard, though. "What're you gonna blow up, man?"

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He grins*

Whatever I feel like, kid.

[andmisterhyde.livejournal.com]

Hyde sticks his tongue out between his lips and lets out a wicked little chuckle.

"All right, man. You design these babies? You should blow up the Pentagon."

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

I do.

*He half-smiles.*

I'd like to blast the Washington Monument, actually.