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Rabastan Lestrange ([personal profile] iambetadraconis) wrote in [community profile] milliways_bar2013-04-13 08:24 pm

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So. About that rock thing.

Turns out they were right and it would wear off on its own.

And Rabastan is nursing a kind of fad hangover. As he wonders just how in the world a Milliways veteran succumbs to bar weird when he's supposed to know when it occurs and how to avoid it.

[If he ever sees a rock again it'll be too soon.]

Whiskey. Fireplace. Knitting.

Television tuned to 60s pop for noise [specialty music channels FTW].

And one wizard who'd rather talk about anything other than fads and pet rocks.

I'm sure he's amenable for socialising. :x
herr_bookman: (rawr!)

[personal profile] herr_bookman 2013-04-21 07:37 am (UTC)(link)
Autor slams his eyes shut and tries to make it look like he didn't. He inhales slowly through his nose, but it doesn't help his pinched expression. Nor does it help the raging fire on his skin.

The boy chooses his words very, very carefully.

"You make a great many assumptions," he says softly. "I shouldn't be surprised about that, I guess, but still."
herr_bookman: (glasses)

[personal profile] herr_bookman 2013-04-21 07:38 pm (UTC)(link)
"Of course you would," he says, raising a brow as if to imply, if there were someone.

The kid sits up and smoothes his hair. Not that it does much good in the light breeze. "'Has a fancy' is such an awful expression. And I'm not 'going through adolescence' in Milliways."

I'd have to age for that.

[personal profile] herr_bookman 2013-04-21 09:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Autor lays his hands in his lap and raises a brow. "Yes, which absolutely explains the flood of crushes I have when I'm back home, studying at the academy," he says. His tone is surprisingly light, given how much sarcasm he packed into it.

"Half the town crammed together in single spot, wearing uniforms and struggling with adolescence at the same time," he says, and sniff. "It's a wonder we don't bring the walls down in our efforts to spend time together as friends and otherwise."

[personal profile] herr_bookman 2013-04-21 09:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, good, he's swearing, Autor thinks, and relaxes a bit. Rabastan's feathers are ruffled, literally and figuratively, so all is right in the world.

"Goodness," he says, shaking his head. "You worry about my eating, you worry about my sleep, and now you're worried about my potentially being a hermit. You are going to fret yourself right into an early grave, and I'll have to simply say, 'tsk, I did tell him so.'"
herr_bookman: (lean)

[personal profile] herr_bookman 2013-04-21 10:57 pm (UTC)(link)
He leans back on the carpet again, bending one knee. "And again with the assumptions. Do you have a quota to meet with those?"

Autor will neither confirm nor deny anything in this conversation.

[personal profile] herr_bookman 2013-04-22 02:29 am (UTC)(link)
"That might have been because you were talking about your relationship with Elea," he says as coolly as he can.

"You admitted yourself that you were guessing," he says, raising a brow. "I haven't heard any proof as to why you're so confident, and my cheeks turning red don't count. I have the unfortunate habit of blushing half the time women are mentioned in a conversation."
herr_bookman: (embarassed)

[personal profile] herr_bookman 2013-04-22 03:01 am (UTC)(link)
"Mia's different," he says, and he actually does flush a little, but it's nothing like the inferno he was hit with before. "She's... She's kind and a mother.

"This isn't effort," he says, scoffing. "And I wasn't babbling."
herr_bookman: (sleepy)

[personal profile] herr_bookman 2013-04-22 03:24 am (UTC)(link)
Augh. Autor's still not sure what thread of logic Rabastan followed to get to this conclusion, but he's getting a little annoyed. He is kind of amused that it took him this long to hate this topic.

"I said half the time, didn't I?" he says, and cracks his knuckles. "You don't even have teeth and you're sinking them into this for no reason. For heaven's sake, had I realized you were so tenacious, I shouldn't have let you land."

He shakes out his hands, readying himself. It's going to be the only warning Rabastan has when he takes off in that carpet of his, slicing through the air at a fast clip.
herr_bookman: (embarassed)

[personal profile] herr_bookman 2013-04-22 03:52 am (UTC)(link)
Autor sighs into the wind. He loops once around the lake--because why waste the momentum?--and then coaxes the carpet to slow down with a few feather-light touches.

"This conversation should have never started," he says, closing his eyes. "And I still have no idea where you got these ideas."

And then, because he's grumpy, he mutters under his breath: "Fancy is such a stupid word."
herr_bookman: (serious)

[personal profile] herr_bookman 2013-04-27 07:18 am (UTC)(link)
Autor adjusts his glasses. "Oh, no," he says, as dry as a windswept desert, "you'd never repeat yourself.

"'Fancy' is a terrible word in this context. And it's inaccurate, besides," he says, squinting at the sun reflecting off of the water. "I don't simply fancy her; I loathe her."

And then there's also... Hm.
herr_bookman: (rawr!)

[personal profile] herr_bookman 2013-04-27 07:36 am (UTC)(link)
"Wait, what? What?" Autor says, thoroughly shocked. "You don't think I'm capable of hating someone? Really? Of course I have that ability. We all do."

The boy is severely discombobulated, as he tends to be too often in the presence of this wizard.

"I'm not meant to be around people."
herr_bookman: (fall)

[personal profile] herr_bookman 2013-04-27 08:03 am (UTC)(link)
Autor never does anything as undignified as flop. No, the way he spreads out on the carpet is more of a controlled fall. It's graceful, having nothing to do with gangly limbs and enough angles to fill out a protractor.

Might want to get out of his way, Rabastan.

He also doesn't sigh. Not really.

"I don't need a lecture on my stunted emotional range right now, please, and thank you," he says, dangling his legs over the side. "Do you not ever get tired of haranguing me about that?"

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