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Post by Kevin Walsh on Feb 16, 2010 11:55:25 GMT -6
Kevin stomped down to kitchens, flung open one of the freezers and promptly slapped a frozen steak against his face. The area around his eye was a deep purple, swollen and bruised, and a faint stream of blood ran from his lower lip.
The thing about Kevin... was that he liked to instigate and provoke people. The other thing about Kevin was that he was small and skinny and not particularly skilled at throwing a punch. These things combined meant that Kevin was, more often than not, on the wrong side of a proper arse-kicking. This particular time, he had accused a very large seventh-year Beater of "eating the rest of the Quidditch team", and was just lucky that the guy hadn't followed through with his promise to break both of Kevin's legs.
Moving the icy steak down his face, he angrily tried to push away the tiny house elves that now swarmed him. "Do I look like I want a fucking heart-shaped fairy cake?" he snapped, a sentence that probably sounded utterly ridiculous in such a furious tone.
(ooc: anyone!)
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Post by Lillian Turner on Feb 16, 2010 18:34:59 GMT -6
Walking into the kitchens on her tiptoes with her hands in the air, the perfect pose for balancing but not so much for looing cool, Lillian stopped abruptly as she heard an angry voice and looked in the direction it came from, spying Kevin Walsh with meat on his face.
"I want a fucking heart-shaped fairy cake, or a non fucking one whatevs. I'll have his too if hes not wanting it" she spoke aloud to the elfs before continuing into the room, still on tiptoes now with her tongue sticking out as she concentrated.
"Why so grumpy, meatface?" she asked Kevin as she studied the floor to plan her path to the closest counter top, tiptoeing as quickly as possible before giving a yell of jubilation, "All the way from the Common Room and not a crack steppe don, aaaaalriiiiiight!" she celebrated with a very silly little side to side dance move.
(ooc. Hope the flame haired wonder is ok!)
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Post by Kevin Walsh on Feb 18, 2010 11:06:22 GMT -6
Kevin gathered all of the food the elves had been handing him and shoved it towards Lillian with a vague grunt of recognition. Looking unamused, he peeled the meat from his face and pointed at his black eye. "Cold is s'posed to help with the swelling. I'm not a meatface," he protested, in another statement he'd realise sounded absolutely absurd, were he not deep in a serious grump.
"Well, crack is whack," Kevin spoke dryly as he watched Lillian do a little dance of celebration. "This the kind of shit you do when you're not stair-skiing or whatever?" he asked in an nearly unintelligible grumble, just meeting the bare minimum for holding a conversation as he rested his head against a crate of vegetables.
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Post by Lillian Turner on Feb 18, 2010 19:16:48 GMT -6
Making an O with her mouth as Kevin pushed an assortment of food towards her, Lillian studied the pile and chose the biggest cupcake of the lot before using her finger to scoop off the icing, licking it as she looked at Kevin and nodded her head, "You're still a meatface though. You have meat on your face, therefore, Meatface" she heled up one finger before pointing to herself as if to say 'one to me'.
Eating the cupcake, Lillian looked up and nodded her head before speaking through a mouthful of crumbs, "Skiing? Never thought about skiing, next time though...thanks Meatface!" she nodded her head before helping herself to another cake, "But yeah, I like to set myself small challenges in between the big ones, let the bones settle and heal...you know how it is. Well you probably dont know because you're not physically adventurous are you? What happened anyway that you need to stick a cow on your face?" she nodded to his black eye as she pushed in cake number 3.
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