Send me a ✄ for my character's reaction to yours walking in on them in the middle of killing someone.

Not even bothering with weapons this time, the ginger was busy stomping some poor idiot's head in. There was a foreign look of rage on his face as he kept it up, and the blood that streaked across the bridge of his nose didn't help things at all. It was supposed to be funny.

The body kept twitching, that was usually funny!

10. For the next 4 hours, any time your character touches mine it’s like an electric shock of sensual goodness! My character is absolute putty in your hands.

Threaten my muse with one of the following;

9. An accidentally-burnt valentine’s day breakfast

ohohohohoho

Burning food, on accident? Goodness, it was so embarrassing! Not that it mattered who the ginger ended up making the breakfast for, merely burning it had them in a mood. With an annoyed huff, Fred dropped the tray in front of Larry, frowning at them both.

Shut Me Up - Mindless Self Indulgence

And there he was again, stalking in that feeble way he tended to do. The ginger played along for a while, acting as if he couldn't tell anyone was following him home, only to appear behind the man without a sound. Forcing a soundless apparation was a bit of a strain, but it was worth it to see Larry's reaction.

As he stepped back, Fred grinned cheekily and moved forward, another bag of Galleons held just outside the man's grip. "You just don't stop comin' around, do you? Is it the money you want~?" A curious look, and then his grin seemed to rival the Cheshire Cat's. "Or have you taken a shine to me, eh? Don't feel bad, it happens~"

Of course Larry'd shove him away after that, with the one good arm he had anyway. It was just so hysterical! He was so small, so fragile, so...meaningless. And he seemed to feel the need to go up against those much bigger than he knew. Oh, how fun it would be to rile him up!

*sings hit me wit your best shot*