&& oddities

        ZE’S BEAUTY, ZE’S GRACE, ZE’S ABOUT to fall on zyr fucking face. Jo, partly out of simply being contained in zyr nimble, 5′3 self, and partly due to a strand of flyaway magic, managed to partly literally fly of zyr bike as ze panted towards the person in zyr line of vision. “Sorry, sorry! Merlin — I’m really fucking sorry I’m so late. Some wanker tried to charm my bike into a Quidditch match and I had to almost punch m’way out… Sorry!” Ze blurted out zyr final apology and then finally grinned, managing to catch zyr breath as ze grabbed a paper bag from zyr basket. “Got your stuff, though.”

Lysander looked up from where he had been fiddling with his rubix cube to meet see zyr standing there, and grinned accordingly. “Don’t worry about it, dude. It’s all good. You know what they say--” He leaned in as if parting with a secret, “--a friend with weed is a friend indeed.” Laughing at his own terrible joke, he reached for the door handle to his apartment and pushed it open. “C’mon inside. I have some pasta boiling -- ignore the opera music -- we can chow down.”