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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!"
✎text
☎call
✉voicemail
☢panic
action! /punts
Figured you could use a bit of a break for a moment.
action! /sledgehammers?
How ever so considerate of you. [He is amused though.] So, what's the urgency?
action! /chainsaws
action! /steamrollers
[He's wary, okay. Joking and teasing, but still wary. What are you up to, Ronald Weasley?]
action! /bulldozes
action! /celebrates the destruction of my phone
[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
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;
Cheers to that, baby bro. Must be a new record.
action! /w-well it means we can get you a new and better one!
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/
action! /o/
[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!
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.]
action!
They were on me when I got here. Figured you could use them more.
[He cleared his throat.] Hoped they'd give you ideas for when we start doing this the muggle way. [...subtle, ron.]
action!
What? You mean, like. The store? Here?
action!
[He glanced at his brother before looking away.] Already asked the lot what they'd like to see and how Muggles would go about it. Figure it can't be so hard. Few of the ideas were decent, too, reckon it'd be a good start. [A pause. Briefly. He's doing this for you Fred.] Course that all depends on you.
Hermione said she'd help, too.
action!
Sneaky little bugger, aren't you? [A small, very small laugh.] 's brilliant, Ron, really. I can even use these to break down for materials and use as templates.
[Yeah, he's already formulating plans and thinking of what they'll be needing, but his eyes are so not focused on the contents of the box. They're worlds away, in an explosively lively store with people whose voices he may never hear again, or at home with people he'll never be able to slip a Ton-Tongue to again. Distant planets, but they're more like memories cuz that's all they're allowed to be anymore. He laughs.]
This is spectacular.
action!
[Still, he relaxes and tries to release all pangs roiling his stomach. He had been afraid of how his brother would response, but it didn't seem all too bad right now. So he clears his throat.]
Hoped you would think as much.
action!
[Muggle science! Should be exciting to tinker with, in the very least. If only Dad were here to see. If only George were here to help, but that's a whole 'nother can of worms. Fred grins, a sort of shade of his normal exuberance, and gives Ron a rare gift of his own.]
Thank you.
Re: action!
[But he does turn faintly pink and shrug his shoulders.]
Don't mention it.
action!
[He closes the box and tucks it under one of his arms.]
And risk that flush of yours spreading to your toes? I couldn't dare. Not another word on the matter.
action! who's****
[Thank you, Fred, for making him flush more.]
Oy, shut it you. Be nice to you and you just go tear the mickey? I'll remember that for next time.
action! who's what now?
[This is necessary, okay? He needs to hide how shaken he really is.]
Bollocks, I thought this was nice.
i typoed whose it's supposed to be who's* okay
[That? That gets a snort.]
For you, maybe.
ooooh, I gotcha. lmao. I hadn't even noticed. |D
i did sob
(cozy)
/clings
♥