We completely ought to have had that one in the bag. Nobody even bloody put us up for it. Obviously, should've cheated more. *sulks, then grins charmingly*
...erm, I made you these! Congratulatory fairy-cakes.
*holds up a tray of fairy-cakes, iced with a vaguely ominious green substance*
Much like you, it's not the sort of thing I put in my mouth. I'll go analyze it then. *takes it between two fingers and heads off, after patting Harvey's ass*
*grits his teeth- bloody hell, why's he got to be such a sucker when it comes to birds- and clenches his fists. He tries giving her his charming look. ...No, that's clearly not bloody going to work.*
Oh bloody hell, it's not as if I put arsenic in them or anything! Right, right, better give 'em back if you're going to get all up in arms over it. Don't want to piss you off. Female of the species 'n all that.
*He widens his blue eyes a little and smirks over at her when she says her little closing remark in a loud-enough-to-incite-two-psychotic-blokes-voice*
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Oh, and not to be vulgar, but I fucked her first.
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...Humming? Damn. Didn't realize I was humming.
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...erm, I made you these! Congratulatory fairy-cakes.
*holds up a tray of fairy-cakes, iced with a vaguely ominious green substance*
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*murmurs, sotto voice: You might want to avoid the fairy-cakes.
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You are aware that the man you gave the cakes to is my husband, yes? And I will be very unhappy if something happens to him or Jonathan?
Oh-so-innocent tone, not bothering to be quiet. Of course, they might not be too happy if I were to mention that you thought they were brothers.
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Oh bloody hell, it's not as if I put arsenic in them or anything! Right, right, better give 'em back if you're going to get all up in arms over it. Don't want to piss you off. Female of the species 'n all that.
*He widens his blue eyes a little and smirks over at her when she says her little closing remark in a loud-enough-to-incite-two-psychotic-blokes-voice*
Oh, you are a minx, aren't you, luv.