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

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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hellsboy
2009-07-05 01:50 am UTC (link)

He watched her display her foot and her toes wiggled like five pink piggies, snorting and squealing. So that's what they meant when they called toes piggies. He grinned and nodded, "I'm glad your foot isn't broken anymore too. I had broken hands from saving Luna. You know, I used to really like Luna. And I tried some things to get her attention but she just never seemed to realize I was alive. First time in my life. What do you think of that?"

Normally he'd wonder why he'd be spilling his guts to her, a relative stranger he'd only met once before whilst trying to get her to safety during a crisis. But now, while Ernie the Unicorn looked on and her hair flickered and crackled on her head, he was fine and dandy with it all.

"Your shifting is pretty! I've never seen anything so beautiful before in my life," he confessed, with a look in his eye that was not at all innocent. She'd kissed his cheek back. Except he was starving suddenly. Chips? No, it needed to be something more than chips or candy.

"What would you say to a big bag of pork rinds?" he asked, imagining the satisfaction of crunching into pure, crispy fat. It made him almost drool on himself and he burst out giggling again.

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polymorphic
2009-07-05 01:56 am UTC (link)

"Sometimes, some people are blind to what's in front of them. Too busy seeing what's around." It would have sounded quite zen and wise, if Tonks wasn't so busy watching what was around them. "There are gnomes! What're gnomes doing round here? We should pitch them off." Subject change! Her hair grew brighter with a blush. "You cheeky bloke, complimenting a girl like that." Another hug, though this one lingered just a little longer than before.

"Don't you worry, Dean Winchester. You'll find a bird who sees you just as you see her! I know it." Winked as she pulled away, then suddenly she was hopping up and tugging at his hand. "Clothes first! Then pork rinds! And this is a strictly no-drooling area, Mister." She burst into laughter, reaching over to poke his chest.

"I hope Johnny Leprechaun gets some clothes too. Quite awkward, lookin' at Leprechaun bits."

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