Adrian Pucey (friendineed) wrote in unloading_zone, @ 2010-07-25 15:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | adrian pucey, gellert grindelwald |
WHO: Adrian and Gellert
WHEN: Sunday afternoon
WHAT: Browsing and browsing...
WHERE: Clothing shop
RATING: Likely high
Lazy Sunday afternoon. Okay so it was a Sunday afternoon just like the one before and presumably just like the one to follow. Joy. Adrian was all for idleness, really it wasn't as though he had a strong work ethic. Well perhaps for fitness he had, but that seemed to have fallen somewhat by the wayside in his grand irritation with the island and the emotions it had unleashed in him. Idleness now left him with far too much time to dwell on what a complete and utter failure he had always been. No quidditch as a distraction now. Not even enough shagging seemed to quell the feeling, though he was willing to continue and try that route. Somehow someone screaming his name was a sign of a job well done. No failure there. Unless they were faking.
Well fuck...
There weren't many stores to choose from, Adrian found himself in the clothing shop milling through the racks of clothing. He probably shopped more than most men, wanting to be certain that his clothes weren't completely and total shite but that didn't mean he enjoyed the pastime. This right now, was far more about exploration and finding something to do. He clearly wasn't succeeding. There as a door in the back. Well curiosity was the death of the cat and potentially Adrian Pucey.
He pushed the door open and took a few steps inside. Well what was this. Must be where the clothes makers... oh yes Tailors, that was the word, worked. Hmm- he scanned the room until he spotted an occupant. No one he knew but that had never stopped him before. "So what's a bloke got to do around here to get some trousers. Apparently my roommates don't care for my lack of them. Spoilsports."