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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 02:51 am UTC (link)
"Magic Hands." That had her bursting into more laughter, and eyebrows went a waggling in a mischievous manner. Playfully, Tonks let go of his hand long enough to place her own on his chest. "I've got Magic Hands." Which was quite true, but also a little on the suggestive side. Although a jokester, which came with youth and having the Weasleys as an influence, it was rare that Tonks was so..brazen. But why not? Yeah! Why not? So her own look wasn't terribly innocent, either.

"You've a unicorn following you! Good Merlin! I'm keepin' you round, you're all lucky and shit! Unicorns don't follow just anybody yanno." She followed his gaze, turning her head too and giggling when he fell against her. Subject change again, she was reminded about clothes. "I like the feeling of clothes. It's comforting! And would like some curry too." Not exactly junk food, but she was craving it. "Oh! And pizza! And those pork rind thingers. And.." Tonks could have gone on listing off food that she wanted, never one of those girls to pick at salads or whatever.

Getting to the thrift store was easy, but Tonks stopped short at the door. "You haveta tell Ernie that he can only come inside if he doesn't peek while I'm changing."

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