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[The post is coming from Fred's device, but when the video feed clicks on, George is standing there with a grin and.....flowers coming from the hole where his ear used to be. Several of them, bright as the glint in his eyes. Something is clearly Not Quite Right, but he looks right as rain.]

Know something, City? 's a bit annoying, waking up to your brother's face. Going from handsome as the Devil to, well...that. Tends to make a bloke feel a touch lopsided.

[His lips quirk, and maybe he's doing his best not to laugh when he hears someone else coming down the hall. He turns to look, flowers bouncing along with him, and then he's definitely doing his best not to laugh.

The twin who certainly looks much more like Fred comes into frame, wearing a rather bulky looking jumper and a knitted hat with a large bobble on the top. He gives his brother a sterm look.]

What did you just stick in my head?

S'pose that depends. Are you trying to make me look like a sack of potatoes?

[The conversation makes no sense, but the twins look right pleased with themselves. The feed ends with snorted laughter and George's(?) hand smacking the device.]

[ooc; Body Swap! Can't you guys just see the difference? Both twins will reply from curse journals, feorgeous and ingredible, and they are open to action around the City if you'd like to bump into them! Tags will be a little slow as well. Holiday season is upon us! ♥]

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[ Of course, the day after she gets a promotion to department head and the one time she's not hit by a weekend curse, Arthur is turned into a deer. Of course. To top it off, when she went out for a cigarette (she really is developing a habit, if that's her go-to for stress relief), she ran into Mr. Orange -- only aged by about twenty years and completely unaware that they'd met before. One conversation filled with daddy issues later, and she's out again, this time on the way home from grocery shopping because they didn't have much fit for a fawn to eat at home. ]

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[feorgeous.livejournal.com]

Flower for the lovely lady?

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[ There are several things that make Ariadne stop and wonder if jokes are being pulled on her. That said, Fred and George individually are so off-the-wall at times that the fact that there are flowers in George's earhole has her raising an eyebrow, but not automatically assuming anything is up. ]

Trying out a new look?

[ She shifts her bags, reaching to take the flower. If it hadn't just been in his ear, it would be much a much cuter gesture. ]

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[feorgeous.livejournal.com]

You'd be surprised how difficult it is to keep up with the newest fads. I've really got to renew my subscription to One-Eared Wonders.

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[ There's something a bit off about the way he's picking his words, but she can't quite pinpoint it. The visual is distracting her (not like that, just his lack of ear), assuring her that no, of course this is George, what are you talking about? ]

Try not to poke anything important with those.

[ Actually, speaking of important... ]

I've got news.

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[feorgeous.livejournal.com]

Bugger all. M'not in trouble, am I?

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[ There's a slight laugh. ]

No, you'd know if you were in trouble. [ Again. ] Trust me.

[ And, since she has no idea he's actually Fred, she's going to step closer. ]

I got a promotion at work. Head of the engineering department.

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[feorgeous.livejournal.com]

That's brilliant, Ariadne. Cheers.

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[boutant]

[ That is not at all the proper reaction, and while George is kind of a huge, emotionally constipated idiot at times, she likes to think he's not that bad. It makes her pause, frown slightly, and look up at him. She's obviously thinking.

It's time for a test. ]

Do you remember what I said I was getting Harry for Christmas?

[ Because she hasn't told George at all. ]