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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
2009-07-15 09:56 pm UTC (link)

Dean was definitely not against giving back the germs, especially not the way she was doing it. His fingers found their way lightly into her hair, their tips grazing her cheek as he kissed her back. It was a soft, lingering kiss that made him want oh so much more. If she hadn't started giggling about the leather pants, infecting him with her laughter until he was laughing as well, he might have tried something even more with Ms. Tonks.

Figuring she wanted him to try on the leather pants, Dean began unbuckling his belt, unbuttoning his jeans and letting them slide down to his ankles, exposing the bizarre lime green, question mark patterned boxers he'd spent extra time washing by hand before wearing out of sheer desperation for something not threadbare.

"You did want me to try them on, right?" he asked and giggled, canting his head at her. Suddenly his eyes went wide. "Oh! Do the octopus with your head while I'm trying these on. Remember you said you would?"

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polymorphic
2009-07-16 03:21 am UTC (link)

Rocking back and forth on her heels, the witch was grinning like a mad woman. She watched him curiously, but lifted her eyebrows yet again once he got down to those..interesting..boxers. "Why, Mister Winchester. Those are some ace boxer shorts you have there." Teased merrily. And then he was suggesting something in return and her eyes got as wide as saucers as well.

"Oi! I did indeed, then!" Another bounce and she took a breath, thinking about how to do it. "Octopus..Octopus..S'a funny word, ain't it? Octo..eight, makes sense. But pus?" As Tonks was debating the semantics of the word, she was also thinking about those tentacles. One of said tentacles was creeping out from her hair, curling and reaching out on its own.

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