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Dora Tonks is ([info]polymorphic) wrote in [info]vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-07-04 12:21:00

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Entry tags:!incomplete, day 14, dean winchester, location: thrift store, nymphadora tonks, open

Who: Tonks and..OTA
Where: The Thrift Shoppe
When: Day 14, around 1045am
What: Tonks wants new clothes
Rating: PG?
Status: Incomplete

Reminder: The Thrift Shoppe is the site where all five reactions combine.



Today was a good day. Tonks could feel it. So good, in fact that she was quite giggly while cruising along the path toward the thrift store. The witch needed new threads like whoa. Her poor jeans were still quite holey (more holey than normal) since they hadn't been fixed up with the magical reset. Holey. Holy. She started laughing at the wordplay. "Should give my clothes a right proper burial, bein' holy and all." This was spoken conversationally. But there was no one around.

All the same, the woman with the pink-and-green striped hair was bouncing along closer to the store. "When I'm out walkin' I strut my stuff, an' I'm so strung out.." Not too bad of a singer, but dancing was out of the question. She twirled around and strutted her stuff like the song said, but only ended up tripping over her own feet and tumbling to the ground. "Oi!" Looking quite put out, she stayed there for a minute and then started giggling at herself and laid back on the ground, right in the middle there. And why not? It was as fine a place as any.



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[info]polymorphic
2009-07-05 01:41 am UTC (link)
"Very very happy that my foot isn't broken anymore. See?" She wriggled it around, easy as could be, sitting up once he sat up. "What's my shifting look like? I've always wondered that. Used to stare at m'self for hours in the mirror, tryin'a catch a change, but it always just looked like me. Then not me." There must have been something about Dean that made Tonks open up so easily. Not that she was Miss close-to-the-chest about most things, but well..It had never seemed like a good time to talk so much about herself. Until now.

The kiss on the cheek returned, she shook her head and started giggling at the look he gave her. "No, but if you do that again, maybe I'll find you a chocolate or something." Because it was silly. Now that he mentioned it though, her stomach was gurgling too. "I'd murder for some chips!" Yummy, crispy fried potatoes just for her..Mm.

Briefly, Tonks wondered what was going on. Maybe Luna's Cheering Charm on steroids. But then she shook her head. It was just a good day, and she was in a good mood and good company.

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