When she replied with such an uptight bitch-esque answer, he couldn't help but laugh, shaking his head. "You'd think I just asked to father your children from that response." He gathered she didn't have many friends, if any; there was something deeper here than cold-hearted bint and he couldn't put his finger on it. "Pardon me for attempting a bit of manners. Won't happen again."
He took his bag of belts and grinned at her. "Quidditch is fine, but you don't strike me a girl who gives a dragon's arse about sports." He folded his arms on the countertop, leaning closer to her. "Fortunately for you, Parkersfield, my flat's in Falmouth, so I shouldn't be running into you again anytime soon. Wouldn't want to cross that acquaintance boundary now would we? Unless, of course, you're living in Falmouth too, in which case it would be highly likely we'd cross paths. So in order to ensure that we don't, answer one question: Where do you reside? Or is that a question reserved for close friends and family?"
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Date: 2010-08-29 02:32 am (UTC)He took his bag of belts and grinned at her. "Quidditch is fine, but you don't strike me a girl who gives a dragon's arse about sports." He folded his arms on the countertop, leaning closer to her. "Fortunately for you, Parkersfield, my flat's in Falmouth, so I shouldn't be running into you again anytime soon. Wouldn't want to cross that acquaintance boundary now would we? Unless, of course, you're living in Falmouth too, in which case it would be highly likely we'd cross paths. So in order to ensure that we don't, answer one question: Where do you reside? Or is that a question reserved for close friends and family?"