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[gibbonitup.livejournal.com]

[See this face?

Nothing's his fault.]

Comments

[prettyakwrd.livejournal.com]

[Your face is at fault. Just your face. Everything. Faulted. Your face. HEY maybe you're innocent, but it's not going to stop him blaming it on you. Unless you did it. Then well...there you go.]

All right, where's my bag? This isn't funny.

[gibbonitup.livejournal.com]

Why would I do that to you, Rab?

I know how you feel about your bag.

[prettyakwrd.livejournal.com]

Because you're Mortimer Fucking Gibbon, that's why.

Enough with the bullshit, where did you put it? It has all my shit! [Oh Merlin...his sketchbook.]

[gibbonitup.livejournal.com]

...My middle name starts with a P. You know nothing of my ways.

Exactly! Why would I want your shit? What would I do with Rabastan's shit? Sell it to first years to fund my shit selling business?

[prettyakwrd.livejournal.com]

I don't know! There are...important things. In there. I need.

[gibbonitup.livejournal.com]

Is there some experimental wanking device in there I might get my hand caught in?

[prettyakwrd.livejournal.com]

[No devices, just material. Drawings, mostly.]

Fuck you. Just tell me where it is!

[gibbonitup.livejournal.com]

Wait, is this wanking device, like, tested?



Have you used it?



Not that I'd use it.

[prettyakwrd.livejournal.com]

THERE'S NO FUCKING WANKING DEVICE! [Okay, maybe too loud for the common room.]

Just give me my bag.

[gibbonitup.livejournal.com]

...Mm.

Don't have it.

[prettyakwrd.livejournal.com]

[Frustrated sigh.] Then where the fuck did it go? It was right here.

[gibbonitup.livejournal.com]

[General shrug and scratching of nose which indicates NOTHING WHATSOEVER.]



Maybe it walked off.

[prettyakwrd.livejournal.com]

My ass.

You know something. Spit it out.

[prettyakwrd.livejournal.com]

[Your face is at fault. Just your face. Everything. Faulted. Your face. HEY maybe you're innocent, but it's not going to stop him blaming it on you. Unless you did it. Then well...there you go.]

All right, where's my bag? This isn't funny.

[gibbonitup.livejournal.com]

Why would I do that to you, Rab?

I know how you feel about your bag.

[prettyakwrd.livejournal.com]

Because you're Mortimer Fucking Gibbon, that's why.

Enough with the bullshit, where did you put it? It has all my shit! [Oh Merlin...his sketchbook.]

[gibbonitup.livejournal.com]

...My middle name starts with a P. You know nothing of my ways.

Exactly! Why would I want your shit? What would I do with Rabastan's shit? Sell it to first years to fund my shit selling business?

[prettyakwrd.livejournal.com]

I don't know! There are...important things. In there. I need.

[gibbonitup.livejournal.com]

Is there some experimental wanking device in there I might get my hand caught in?

[prettyakwrd.livejournal.com]

[No devices, just material. Drawings, mostly.]

Fuck you. Just tell me where it is!

[gibbonitup.livejournal.com]

Wait, is this wanking device, like, tested?



Have you used it?



Not that I'd use it.

[prettyakwrd.livejournal.com]

THERE'S NO FUCKING WANKING DEVICE! [Okay, maybe too loud for the common room.]

Just give me my bag.

[gibbonitup.livejournal.com]

...Mm.

Don't have it.

[prettyakwrd.livejournal.com]

[Frustrated sigh.] Then where the fuck did it go? It was right here.

[gibbonitup.livejournal.com]

[General shrug and scratching of nose which indicates NOTHING WHATSOEVER.]



Maybe it walked off.