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"Evening, ladies and gents. I am currently unavailable, and can't promise I won't be blown to bits or otherwise indisposed for the rest of the night, so really, contacting me here's mostly a bad job. Sorry!"

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[You take what you can get.]

Can't know if it's barmy if you don't tell me what it is, little brother. Promise, I'll lay off.

Meant talking to you, you prat. [Except he pauses before continuing.] S'just, what should I go and do. It's the first time since we--Well, she already turned back home-- mental, really, this whole time thing-- but point is she was at school and I was working at the store. I should do something, yeah?

Edited 2011-09-11 00:52 (UTC)

'course you should do something, don't be daft. Regardless of whether she's turned back home, [Yeah, that is strange to say.], it's still her birthday.

That mean you haven't got anything planned already?

I've only thought a bit about it. Dunno anything she'd like in this place.

Oh, for Merlin's sake. Have I taught you nothing, Ron?

[You young'ns these days. :|]

Doesn't matter where you are, she only cares that she's with you.

[That just makes him turn redder.]

Still think that's a bit mental. Not the point though, is it? It's erm gotta be sorta special-- a bit-- don't it? [he does not do feelings well. ever. but he's smart enough to figure out that as her boyfriend now he has to do something more than normal.]

Figure that one out all by yourself? There's hope for you yet.

[No, really. This is progress!]

You haven't gone and spent all the money given to you, right?

Lay off already, why don't you.

[Scowling.]

'Course. Sides from food there's not been anything I wanted here.

I was being sincere.

[Rude!]

Excellent. You'll want to take her someplace cosy, she's not much for the loud crowds, and the more privacy you have, the better. Maybe one of the new places that've opened up. They're not like to have many customers just yet.

Fat chance of that being for long.

[He knows you, bro.]

I knew that. [He's flustered.] Wouldn't that be exactly why they'd go? 'Cause they're new.

...That's fair.

[Let's be honest, it is Fred. :D]

Maybe, but they're also little known so I doubt any'll be too popular just yet. We could have a look around, if you'd like.

Yeah, alright. Sounds good.

It's a date, then. Remember to bring me flowers, you know the kind I like, and don't be late. It's rude to keep a gal waiting.

Oh, sod off. You'll be lucky if I don't punch you when I see you.

Unwarranted insults and threats. You're really doing a bang-up job at this asking favours thing, mate.

You're my brother.

[Because that says everything. Yep.]

You don't say? I'll be sure to keepthat useful tidbit in mind.

How thick are you not to have realized before.

Seeing as I've spent the majority of my life pretending you were nothing more than a rather lifelike teddy bear, I'd say it's fair. Now c'mere so we can bond as brother through hugs.

Fat chance of that ever happening. Maybe if you weren't such a prat.

On and on with the insults. You're really no good at this.

[...This is probably why Fred leads him into the redlight district, jsyk.]

Oh, come off it. You're no better.

Like Hell, I'm not.

I'm far more creative with my insults.

[...So not the point he was probably trying to make. Oh well.]

[Ron snorted.] You should just stick to jokes.

Wish I could, little bro.

[No, really. He misses the shop and George and having a laugh every second of every day. He wishes.

Not that he lets any of that show.]

Tomorrow, then. And really, don't be late. It's not as though I've got all the time in the world to wait on you. [Sarcasm. He does, and he'd wait forever.]

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