"You said I could hook him!"

-purrs, butting his head into the touch like a pleased cat-

was only teasin’... -pout- I know who’s in charge.

Mmmm no ma’am, that’s not what you’re here to stroke at all

harry: -purrs all the louder- the fucking cutest.

harry: purrs happily~

“Sammy. Fits y’ better.” Really, he just liked seeing how pinched the other’s expression got when he called him that, instead of his preferred ‘Sam’. “Awww don’t I make y’r day brighter though? Y’ can’t say y’r bored with me around, eh?”

The sound of her giggle makes it all worth it. God, the things he’d do just to hear that sound... “Y’r mine now! Captive in this nest of fluff.” With a playful snarl, Harry’s rolling them around, burrowing deeper into the pillows. Yes, he can be an overgrown child at times, but he’s mostly certain Felicia likes it. Maybe. Yes. Probably. She’s still here, isn’t she?

Harry is probably way too pleased with himself about this plan. Patiently, he waits behind the door, out of sight for when Felicia comes home. When she finally does arrive, likely confused by seeing a mountain of pillows in the middle of the living room, he makes his move. “Got ye!!” A tackle hug and they both go flying into the fluffy mound, Harry cackling the whole time. 

The reaction only seems to please Harry, the bite in Sam’s tone making him grin. “Well someone is a wee bit testy today, mm? Things not goin’ your way, Sammy boy?” There’s a little tap with his finger to the tip of the other’s nose, just to try to get a rise out of him again.

felicia he stole several of your eyeliners, fyi

Look at this sassy bastard. I hate him. 

yes, I’m dusting off this blog purely because Harry is trash for @partyhardytm