homeless, voice-testing

[abovenothing]

Look, mun, we both know how this is going to end. I'm going to go back to being a superstar Quidditch player and you're going to go back to doing -

[give him a sec]

- whatever the hell it is Muggles do. Eat hamburgers or something.

So can we just skip to the end and not waste my bloody time?

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[harrydresden]

Dude, everyone eats hamburgers. Burger is King.

[abovenothing]

I don't. They're greasy.

[harrydresden]

Well yeah that's kinda the point.

[abovenothing]

To eat gross food? Muggles, honestly.

[harrydresden]

Hey buddy you're English I don't want to hear about gross food from you. And clearly you've never had a burger if you think it's gross.

[abovenothing]

English food is good. What, are you gonna tell me that covering everything in cheese is fantastic?

[harrydresden]

Bland. Are you even alive? What is ever not good with cheese on top? It's like talking to an alien!

[abovenothing]

What's an alien?!

[harrydresden]

*he's just rubbing his temples right now* Alien. You know... from another planet? And clearly you've answered my question.

[abovenothing]

What the hell are you talking about, life on other planets?

[harrydresden]

Was that a trick question?

[abovenothing]

No!

Whatever. You're mental.

[alwaysakeeper]

[Look who is extremely displeased to be here, courtesy of his mun. Because really, of all people to be forced to talk to.]

[abovenothing]

What the hell d'you want?

alksdfh sorry I missed the tag in my inbox. x__x

[alwaysakeeper]

Nothing to do with you, that's what.

[Grudgingly]

It's my mun's rubbish idea for me to be here.

[Because otherwise he'd be perfectly happy to never speak to Flint ever again.]

no worries /rolls on

[abovenothing]

It is a rubbish idea. It was the happiest bloody day of my life when I thought I'd never have to see you again.

<3

[alwaysakeeper]

[Snippily]

Glad we can agree on something.

[He'll just be scowling over here, unwilling to encourage the continuation of this conversation.]

[abovenothing]

[WELL FINE. Marcus is just going to stand on this side of the room and glare at Oliver.]

Don't get used to it.

[alwaysakeeper]

[Stubbornly not saying anything, and glaring right back at Marcus from his side of the room.]

[abovenothing]

[GLOWER RIGHT BACK.

>|]

[onlyspare]

[ here, have another Quidditch players because his mun has thrown him here. ]

I should think you would like to get back so you can practice? We play you relatively soon, you know.

[abovenothing]

What? The hell are you talking about?

[undoubtedly]

As modest as ever, I see.

[abovenothing]

Who the hell a -

[waaiiiit]

- aren't you Nott?

[undoubtedly]

Mm. I'd say the one and only, but in places like this someone's likely to make me eat my words.

[abovenothing]

Too bloody many of some kinds around here by half.

[undoubtedly]

Don't pout; it hardly suits you.

[abovenothing]

Shut the hell up, I'm not pouting. What's wrong with your eyes?

[undoubtedly]

[Lying is bad for the soul, Marcus~]

Your face, apparently.

[abovenothing]

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What?

[undoubtedly]

[Snort]

Nothing, Flint. Don't worry about it.

Complaining about your situation isn't likely to get it changed, you know. Just a thought.

[abovenothing]

Might keep me out of one of these bloody 'games.'

[undoubtedly]

Is there one in particular that your Muggle is interested in?

[abovenothing]

No, just 'meems,' whatever the hell those are, but I'm being -

[la la la what is 'proactive,' Alex]

- thinking ahead!

[undoubtedly]

They're worse than the games nine times out of ten, so I wouldn't get your hopes up.

[Do we need to have a vocabulary lesson?]

[abovenothing]

Most of them seem to be based on getting laid. What's wrong with that?

[undoubtedly]

Oh, nothing. At least, not until you find yourself stuck in a closet with Longbottom or Weasley, at least.

[abovenothing]

Merlin.

...I would ask which Weasley but it's equally horrifying with any of them.