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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]hellsboy
2009-07-05 03:00 am UTC (link)
She had magic hands all right. Dean gulped and laughed like he was in one of those stupid comedies he never bothered to see in the theaters. "I do believe you have magic hands, Tonks. What else do they do?" he asked with a wink and a flash of one of his most charming grins. Whatever was happening here was like hunger at first sight. He needed cheesey breadsticks from Dominoes bad. And more of her hands somewhere probably too.

"Lucky?" he said with exasperation. "That damned animal has been following me for an hour now. How is that lucky?" Though he did think that Ernie with his little pink hooves and shiny purple mane was rather amazing. In fact, maybe Ernie was fabulous and Dean just hadn't realized it yet. That brought on a fit of laughter. He could hardly breathe.

"Clothing, huh? Well I like the feeling of skin but I shouldn't say that, should I?" he asked and tried to look sheepish. He managed to look more naughty than anything. "I think I'd like some pizza too. Do you think there's anything close that would deliver?" He looked hopeful suddenly.

"No, Ernie won't look while you're changing," he assured her and grinned, pulling her inside. "But I might," he added under his breath as he glanced around at the old familiar surroundings of the Thrift Store. They were definitely in for some kind of feast for the eyes in here.

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[info]polymorphic
2009-07-05 03:11 am UTC (link)
Laughter was contagious, so while she had no clue what exactly Dean was laughing about, Tonks was laughing right along with him. It felt good, really good, to laugh like this. It had been a while since she had. "You're magic too, I think." She mused quietly, "Even Muggles have magic." And Dean's magic happened to be that charm of his. Pulled inside, two left feet had her running straight into him. Laughing, she kissed his cheek again before flitting away to find some clothes.

If the witch heard that he might look while she changed, she gave no indication at the moment. Instead, she was moving through the clothes and looking for something to wear. First thing she found? A tutu. A pink tutu. "Really?" She held it out to Dean, giggling, and then moved about again. A funny coloured cowboy hat was found and placed atop of multicoloured hair. "Stick 'em up, pardner." Having flounced back over and used her fingers as a 'gun' against his chest, Tonks was trying out an American accent. Particularly a Western accent. She sounded funny in her ears. "Oo. Cornbread!" That was very Yank! And very delicious.

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