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waynecymraeg (waynecymraeg) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Re: Pandora and Wayne
Wayne did debate drowning himself, in that way that half-drunk half-hungover mostly-dead people did. A preliminary investigation of the bedroom turned up his jeans and wand.

Rifling through his bureau, he retrieved some khaki cargo shorts and a t-shirt, both in better condition than most of his clothes, and some boxers. He figured she could probably transfigure them to fit, if she needed to.

Which she'd need her wand for.

Water. Wayne half-stumbled to the kitchen, grabbing two clean mugs and pouring water into each - which led to his discovery of her dress and wand, in the kitchen sink.

God only knew.

He heard his name called, and stopped when he saw her, freshly showered, with his towel wrapped around her.

Down, boy. Use your upstairs brain.

"Here," he said, handing her the stack of clothes and her wand - having run out of hands, he placed the mug of water on the floor next to the bathroom door.

"You get three tries to guess where your dress was," he told her good-naturedly, voice still low and scratchy rather than jovial and teasing. "It rhymes with kitchen blink."