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Post by boingpop on Jul 23, 2007 18:29:09 GMT -5
"If you say so." He laughed quietly, watching as the shells became what they once where. He brushed his fingers through his hair as a breeze blew past them.
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Post by Ian Flanagan on Jul 23, 2007 18:35:08 GMT -5
"So . . . um . . ." Ian said, feeling the conversation was going nowhere, decided to politely put away his project, sweeping his little pile of shells into a drawstring bag that looked suspiciously like it had once held Muggle whiskey. He set his feet on the ground and stood. "What are you doing for the rest of the day? I'm all bored and stuff," he explained.
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Post by boingpop on Jul 23, 2007 18:50:26 GMT -5
"I haven't a clue." Jean replied honestly. He had no idea what he planned to do there, he hadn't thought about it really.
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Post by Ian Flanagan on Jul 23, 2007 19:28:31 GMT -5
Ian laughed slightly. "Well, that makes it a little hard for me to tag along then, doesn't it?" He grinned hesitantly, the smile slipping a little as he crossed his arms uncomfortably, not sure if that was too forward, if he and Jean were technically friends or not.
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Post by boingpop on Jul 23, 2007 21:07:31 GMT -5
"Hah, well no harm in roaming together might be a good way to get away from this ugly thing..." He pointed to the tree. "Its starting to creep me out. Its like... a big- spider or something."
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Post by Ian Flanagan on Jul 23, 2007 22:16:46 GMT -5
Ian's mouth twitched a little; he stroked his wand as though he were tempted to turn the thing lose and give it eight legs, but he resisted, turning about and half-skipping across the sandy bricks of the square. "Buy you a Mug-an Ingrixton beverage?" Ian offered, motioning broadly to some sort of touristy smoothie shop to one side of the open area.
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Post by boingpop on Jul 23, 2007 22:31:24 GMT -5
"Alright." He agreed, holding out his hand as if waiting to be escorted. "You will of course, lead the way. - Be a good host now." He smiled, laughing lightly. As he kept his stance, hand out smiling waiting. "Well come on then!"
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Post by Ian Flanagan on Jul 23, 2007 23:11:51 GMT -5
Ian looked at him funny for a moment, chuckling unsteadily, and twisted his fingers together in front of him before taking a breath and clapping Jean on the shoulder, grinning at him again before guiding him forward slightly. "A good Wolfsbane," he said with a half-smile, "never turns his back . . ."
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Post by boingpop on Jul 23, 2007 23:58:08 GMT -5
Jean laughed, following Ian. "Well where are we off to then?" He asked as they made their way through the crowd.
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Post by Ian Flanagan on Jul 24, 2007 0:07:46 GMT -5
"Not that place," Ian said with disdain, tilting his head towards a newly opened shop on the square, one indication that Ingrixton had attracted one too many Muggle tourists. These places never stayed open long . . . the wizarding residents may or may not have had a hand in it, nobody could say, but he steered clear of the flashy, underpriced trinkets and brightly colored beach towels, assuring himself quietly that the tacky front would be gone in a month. He did appreciate the bright and shiny white of the Ingrixton Blender, a combination smoothie and coffee shop, for all that it held it's fair share of tourists. Ian opened the door, ignoring the inexplicable 'MOOO' chime, for there was no ice cream here . . . he never felt the need to ask why the door to the coffee-smoothie shop lowed like a cow.
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Post by boingpop on Jul 26, 2007 0:26:49 GMT -5
Jean followed in, looking around the room as he did. He'd never been there. He'd never really been anywhere in the area. It was an odd kind of place but for that he liked it. Though, it wasn't the drink he was expecting. He looked at the scrawled list of choices, glancing around at odd intervals. He sort of scratched at his head, moving his hair around after to fix it. Then, he quietly walked over to a woman who was holding a freshly made drink. He leaned over her shoulder, tilting his head and wrinkling his face. "Would you-" The woman jumped nearly spilling the drink. "-Be able to tell me how many calories are in that?" He first looked at the bewildered woman, than the one who gave it to her. "Do you know if it has any..." As he started to ask he walked over to the counter his inquiry drowned out by others. The woman rather ruffled started off in a bit of a huff, Jean turned his head just as her heal caught a crack in the floor sending her drink to the ground. "Its for the best." Jean said with an honest, helpful smile. Aggravated beyond her wits she let out a grunt and left the shop. A resounding 'Moo' breaking the silence of her departure.
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Post by Ian Flanagan on Jul 26, 2007 1:02:26 GMT -5
Ian stepped back a little to allow the woman room to pass. He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back a little, looking at Jean in surprise and confusion. "What?" he said with an uncertain laugh under the word, "What just happened?" Ian blinked once more and shook his head, glancing to the ground and tugging at his dark blue-gray t-shirt.
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Post by boingpop on Jul 26, 2007 1:17:37 GMT -5
"What?" Jean asked turning back to Ian, he'd completely forgotten he was there. He looked back to the poor man trying to satisfy all of Jeans questions and smiled lightly, "One second," He said brightly. He slid over to Ian, running his fingers through his hair, to fix it before opening his mouth. "What's up? Nothing happened- Woman spilled her drink. Probably bought her another year." His face broke into a small laugh. He spun around when tapped on the shoulder to see the man he'd talked to holding a drink. His face grew even brighter risking the drink's existence he hugged his savior, who seemed far less annoyed with the task than he should've been. The thing wasn't on the menu. "You're the best!" Jean said with another small hug, now holding the drink- which was a tea- in his left hand. Taking a sip, he quickly stopped himself. "Oh oh!"-He looked at Ian-"This is Ian!" He grabbed tugged Ian closer. "Ian- This is my new friend Franco." He smiled to the man who was about Jean's height though built quite different. Jean laughed again, having a great time. The new member of the group turned to him, taking his hand to give him a slip of paper and explaining he had to go before he was fired. Jean laughed, looking down to watch the ice cube in the tea slowly shrink.
"Want some?" He asked blankly.
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Post by Ian Flanagan on Jul 26, 2007 1:22:47 GMT -5
"No-I-no . . ." Ian said lamely, not understanding a bit of what Jean had just done, not ever having made the effort to socialize with the Muggles who staffed the shops. He brushed back his hair, the red bright against the pale, smooth skin of his knuckles, and glanced the the board on the wall. "Coffee . . .black . . .yes, that size," Ian said, yawning slightly, the midafternoon slump made his change from a smoothie to coffee not even a matter for discussion.
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Post by boingpop on Jul 26, 2007 17:01:17 GMT -5
Jean nodded and took another sip, as he waited for Ian's drink to arrive. He'd started glancing around the shop again, more times than not returning to his drink without finding anything truly interesting. He started, after a while, to hum to himself as he waited, rocking back onto the heel of his shoe, then flat again.
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