[ ic; contact ]

"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!
[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)
[He gives a wink, because that is most definitely a sign that at some point, he'll be giving up entirely. You know how Fred is. He quiets a moment, eyes falling from his brother to someplace that can't be found outside of his own mind, before his lips quirk just a little.]
Well, seems I've some work to be getting to now. I'll let you know when I've got a sort of plan of attack, hm?
/clings
Oy, don't you go do everything on your own. I'm the one with the notes by the blokes from these people.
♥