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[feorge]

"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!"

✎text
☎call
✉voicemail
☢panic

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text!

[knight_to_king]

meet me outside in a bit.

text!

[feorge]

how terrifically vague. whereabouts should i be meeting you? unless you intend to have me wandering the whole of zodion.

text!

[knight_to_king]

know where mine and hermione's place is?

text!

[feorge]

water district right?

text!

[knight_to_king]

that's it.

text! 1/2

[feorge]

alright. be there in just a mo.

text!

[feorge]

[sent just a few seconds later:]

everything okay?

text!

[knight_to_king]

course. why wouldn't it be?

text! fuckin Hell. I know I replied to this. :/ Sorry.

[feorge]

just making sure.

ten minutes.

text! sure you did

[knight_to_king]

ten minutes, then.

don't have all day to wait on your arse, don't forget.

text! I really did. I'm kinda pissed about this tbh. I hate my phone.

[feorge]

no need to get your knickers in a twist. i'll be there.

text! punch it one good for me

[knight_to_king]

then prove it, yeah?

//end ?

action! /punches

[feorge]

[Tch. What a prat. Ah well, Fred shoves his device in his pocket and just under ten minutes later, is standing outside Ron's flat.]

Oi! At least make it a challenge next time!

action! /punts

[knight_to_king]

[He learned from the best. Ron's already there, hands in his pockets and wearing an amused smirk.]

Figured you could use a bit of a break for a moment.

action! /sledgehammers?

[feorge]

[Smirking, eh? There's a sight for sore eyes.]

How ever so considerate of you. [He is amused though.] So, what's the urgency?

action! /chainsaws

[knight_to_king]

Reckon you'll find out, won't you? [He is slightly amused, okay.] Do you want to go in?

action! /steamrollers

[feorge]

You haven't booby trapped the place with Stink Sap or some such, have you?

[He's wary, okay. Joking and teasing, but still wary. What are you up to, Ronald Weasley?]

action! /bulldozes

[knight_to_king]

Do you honestly think Herione'd go for something like that?

action! /celebrates the destruction of my phone

[feorge]

Ah, yeah. How could I've forgotten the happy couple?

[Side tracking! Because he has to check in on his favourite couple.]

How're you lot doing? Nothing outside the healthy row every now and again, I hope?

action! /somehow in retrospect this does not seem a good idea

[knight_to_king]

[Ron turns a faint pink, shrugging as he jerked his head to head in.]

All right, I reckon. And I'll have you know we haven't had a row in a week or so. [Minor tiffs, but they liked fighting. Really.]

action! /sobbing probably not, no. ;o;

[feorge]

[Following with all the grins.]

Cheers to that, baby bro. Must be a new record.

action! /w-well it means we can get you a new and better one!

[knight_to_king]

[Casting a glare, Ron rolled his eyes.]

We've gone for longer. [Shrugging, he unlocks the door when they arrive there and glances back.]

I've something for you, be just a moment. Er, take a set. Just don't blow something up.

[And he's off. Welp, you're welcome to come in, Fred.]

action! yay! \o/

[feorge]

[Something for him? Now that's odd. No promises on the not-blowing-stuff-up, but genuine surprise and curiosity keep him from breaking anything in the very least. Instead, he just follows him inside and takes a look around at everything while waiting for Ron to return.]

action! /o/

[knight_to_king]

[Welp, Fred can definitely hear movement in the other room.] Oh--bloody hell, I'd just had it. Don't tell me Hermione's gone and---Aha! [A clatter of something but he walks out with a good sized box in his hands.]

[Shrugging lamely he tossed the box to Fred unceremoniously.]

Go on and open it.

[Inside will be all the items he used for demonstrations: one or two wetstart firecrackers, decoy detonators, skiving snackboxes, extendable ears, all the bits and bobs he had stuffed in his pockets before getting here (his bag, too, since he'd packed one to go visit hermione).]

action!

[feorge]

[Fred hasn't even touched anything and it still sounds as though the place is coming down. What exactly had Ron gotten him? He catches the box with every bit of intrigue he's got to his name, contemplating it for only a moment before opening it.

It's a damn miracle he doesn't drop it from surprise. He doesn't look back up to Ron, but covers his mouth with one hand while staring in awe and wonder and yearning and a bucketload of other emotions he doesn't want to even touch before shaking his head.]

Bloody Hell, Ronald. How in Merlin's name-?

[But that's pretty much all he's got right now. You've sufficiently rendered him speechless.]