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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
2009-08-11 02:58 am UTC (link)

"The war?" Dean asked quietly with brows as seriously furrowed as he could manage. That seemed like a very serious thing when she said it and her voice was different from the giggling before. Her fingers touched differently too and he was somewhat mollified by them. He looked up at her and wondered what she was seeing when she looked at him. "You didn't have any brothers or sisters?" he asked, feeling sad for her because of it. He'd always had Sam and he'd always loved having Sam even if he'd never said so before.

She kissed him again and he tried not to pull her down against him once more in that all too overly familiar embrace they'd given a go at before. When his boxers had nearly been surrendered. She was really very sweet, wasn't she? There was something to her that wasn't quite given up readily. That maybe she didn't share purposely but only because things were so bizarre and unicornish right now.

"You're welcome," he answered and frowned slightly with confusion. What? She had his chocolate, didn't she? Yet when she got cozy he just wanted to wrap his arms around her and hold her close. Maybe that was all she needed in this nutty place. Maybe that was all he needed.

"Think you'll be okay when the tide goes out and the sea of pants has receded?" he asked with a grin in his voice.

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polymorphic
2009-08-11 03:57 pm UTC (link)

"Not real ones. I've adopted plenty though! Charlie and Hestia, an' Ginny an' Hermione..even Ron and Harry!" Tonks sort of naturally bounced back and forth between seriousness and joking. The fact that she was under the influence of a spell didn't hurt (or help) matters like that. "Still worry over all of them, too." The young witch was a worrywort when push came to shove.

Giggling at his question, she nodded lots. "I'll be good! Well, better if this wonky place wasn't so..mean, but you know." Another squirm on his lap, just to watch his reaction. "Will you be alright when the tide goes out?"

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