Melinda Bobbin (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} _melinda_) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg, |
“No,” Melinda laughed, shaking her head. “No, I haven’t seen you sneak anywhere, which is why I have a hard time seeing you as the creeping type, which, I might add, is quite different from being creepy.” Granted, Oliver didn’t strike her as creepy either, though she had an easier time imagining him being creepy than trying to creep in anywhere. In a way, Oliver’s attitude to his flat’s lacking windows made sense; it just wasn’t a way Melinda could imagine living. “And now you know one more place you’re welcome to visit,” she stated, before she amended; “Though I may have to talk to Cho before setting the Wards to free aerial arrival or at the very least give her a heads up about it.”
Oliver’s admission of his humiliation by dancing had Melinda coo sympathetically. “You seem to have recovered remarkably, though.” Looking up at him, even she was aware how cliché it was that a small wink from him could make her tummy feel just a little funny. Still, she had to admit that he was right, with a small smile she nodded. “It is,” she admitted softly, “but it isn’t my birthday. That was yesterday and it was decidedly unromantic. Woe is me,” she chuckled.