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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 03:19 am UTC (link)

"Me?" he asked incredulously. "I'm magic? Hocus pocus alacazam!" He wiggled his fingers at her like he might be casting a magic spell because he had no real idea what people from the Wizarding World did. He'd only really spent time with Luna and she'd been sort of abstract. Tonks on the other hand was extremely affectionate and he liked it. Oh yes, very much so! She kissed his cheek and he grinned after her as she moved away.

She held out a tutu to him and he felt an undenyable compulsion to put the sucker on. Sliding off his jeans while she was occupied with the cowboy hat and the tutu was tugged up over his bare legs. When she moved back toward him, her fingers like a gun, he yelped a bit more high pitched than he'd meant to and grinned like he was afraid she might actually shoot him. Standing there in his tutu and her finger gun against his chest he heard his stomach growl again. Where was the philly cheesesteak?

He leaned toward her and kissed the tip of her nose. Bold move for a man standing with his hairy bare legs sticking out of a tutu. "Nice John Wayne you got going on there, Tonks. Do it again."

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polymorphic
2009-07-05 03:31 am UTC (link)

"Careful which words you say! Mind that sometimes some stuff leaks through!" Like abra cadabra, which sounded far too close to a real curse than Tonks would ever admit. All the same, he hadn't said that particular fake spell, so she wasn't terribly worried.

Shrieking in laughter, she looked him over and waggled her eyebrows again. "Nice legs you got there, Dean. Should be on the stage!" Happy sort of smile appeared at the nose kiss, then she tried for another John Wayne thing. "Well, gather up yer doggies, cowboy. We've got clothes pickin' to do." Let it never be said that Tonks knew a damn thing about cowboys. "I want biscuits too!" She decided, then peered at a shelf. "Uh-oh. Doxies round about here.." They were flying around a specific piece of clothing on the shelf.

The witch was drawn like a moth to light to that shelf, and squeaked in amusement as soon as the Doxies showed her what they were hovering around. "Oi! I've got to try this on." Her own shirt was taken off and thrown Dean's way, a quick model in just her bra and jeans, but then she was trying on this horrible grandpa Cosby Christmas sweater, complete with reindeer and Santas.

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