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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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polymorphic
2009-07-12 05:23 am UTC (link)

Tonks was still giggling, helping him up and pulling shirts off of Dean. Then she lifted her eyebrows at his comment about germs being passed on.

"Well, give it back!" She grinned and pressed her mouth against his again. This one lingered a little longer. Really now, Nymphadora. What had come over you? Her inner voice might have been asking the witch that very question, but it was too busy delighting in the feeling of the kiss. This seemed so simple! Not complicated like her relationships back home.

Anyway, she was pulling away and burst into laughter with the pants. "The leather! Please?" Sweet smile appeared, with Tonks plying that geeky sort of bounciness that often got her her way.

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