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Post by MONA ELOISE BLETCHLEY on Mar 23, 2014 15:39:52 GMT -5
 Mona really hated waking up early... especially when her early rising had nothing to do with work. The brunette didn't see any reason to wake up before ten o'clock if she didn't have to go into work, but for some ungodly reason, she found herself rolling out of bed at exactly eight o'clock on a Saturday morning. It took two and a half cups of coffee before she was fully awake, and another two before she was ready to get dressed.
After throwing on her favorite pair of ripped jeans, a simple grey tank top, and her favorite black leather bomber jacket, she headed back to her kitchen, mentally planning out what she would need to bring as she went. A quick peek through her drawers, and then her fridge produced the dozen crumpets she'd picked up the previous day, as well as an unopened jug of orange juice. Grinning, Mona made her way back to the living room, balancing the crumpets and juice with one arm before reaching for her wand. After making sure that the food was secure, she turned on the spot and disapparated, a loud crack echoing through her empty flat.
When she first arrived at Seb's flat, the doorbell seemed the logical way to go, but as she stood there waiting for him to come and open the door, Mona decided that there had to be a more effective method. With a doorbell, Seb could pretend he hadn't heard it, but if she actually started knocking on the door, he definitely couldn't ignore it! Once she had carefully set the crumpets and juice down, the brunette began pounding on the door with force equal to that of a small elephant. "Sebasaurus! I know you're in there! So get your arse off whatever it is you're sitting on and answer this door before I'm forced to knock it down!" She yelled, continuing to bang on the door. It wasn't the most graceful way to enter a flat... but over the years Mona had learned that it was the most effective, especially when it came to dealing with Seb.
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Post by SEBASTIAN VINCENT CARROW on Mar 24, 2014 17:00:49 GMT -5
Sebastian woke to his flat on his day off. He didn't have to do anything today and it was wonderful. Of course, that wouldn't stop him. He had to meet Adalyn later, but for the morning he could get up and drink tea in peace. He got out of his empty bed, realizing that the day came as a gift and a curse. He looked around the flat and realized how desperately he wished to clean it. Tidy it up, organize the books and then reorganize them again. It was to decide on which way he would rather them. Because Sebastian was very particular about his books. They overflowed the shelves, so the drawers under were filled as well, including being placed neatly underneath the furniture as well as various shelves around his apartment. The only place not visibly taken by books was the kitchen, and the cookbooks were shielded away into a compartment belonging solely to them. Seb rolled out of bed and rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand, he wore sweatpants and no shirt. His favorite sleep attire. His hair was messy and disheveled, but today he didn't are. Moving to the bathroom, he splashed cold water on his tan skin, avoiding his reflection in the mirror and moving towards the kitchen to make himself breakfast.
He wasn't a foot into the kitchen when the doorbell rang. The obliviator didn't bat an eye as he continued into the Kitchen, shifting around the kettle to begin the water boiling for tea. They would go away. He wasn't in the mood this morning. Nor was he ever in the mood. It wasn't until the door was banged on that Sebastian tensed. His relatively pleasant mood plummeted to annoyance and his eyes nearly ignited. He heard the familiar voice moments later and closed his eyes, pushing away from the counter and moving towards the door. Not only did she come at this ungodly hour on his day off, but she'd used a nickname, banged his door, and screamed at him. Did she honestly think this was the best way to get his attention?! "Is there no one else you could bother?" He snapped, whipping the door open, and looking at her murderously. His week was not one he would ever repeat to anyone, but he didn't need this on top of everything.
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Post by MONA ELOISE BLETCHLEY on Mar 25, 2014 0:33:30 GMT -5
Mona liked to think of herself as a relatively decent human being… sure, she killed people for a living, and yes she did occasionally hex the neighborhood cat blue whenever the furry bastard tried to sneak into her flat, but deep down, she was a good person! And in her mind, a good person would definitely be willing to sacrifice their own sleep in order to bring others happiness…which is exactly what she thought she was doing when she showed up on Seb’s doorstep. Hell, she’d have been thrilled had one of her friends been considerate enough to bring her crumpets, jam and juice at approximately nine o’clock in the morning! But then again, this was Seb she was trying to bring breakfast to… so she really shouldn’t have been surprised when he opened the door in a rather grumpy mood. But as per usual, the brunette wasn’t fazed by his harsh words, and she happily picked up her packages and skipped past him into his flat. ”Man, you sure are grumpy for someone who just got breakfast delivered!” She grinned, unceremoniously kicking off her black combat boots before making her way to the kitchen.
Dumping her purchases onto one of the counters, she turned back around, not bothering to wait for him to catch up before speaking again. ”So what’s sent the Sebasaurus on such a rampage?”
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Post by SEBASTIAN VINCENT CARROW on Mar 25, 2014 0:53:00 GMT -5
She brushed passed him and he let out a breath similar to that of a bull when a little person had the death wish of waving a red flag. He slammed the door, knowing Mona well enough that pushing her out would do nothing to keep her out of his flat. He pushed past her in the kitchen, moving his tea kettle and pulling a mug from the cabinet, ignoring her. She made herself at home. And the combat boots that he'd stepped over to get to his own kitchen would be the first thing into the fire when he made one. "Why are you here?" He said carefully and boredly, avoiding the question she placed to him, and taking a very deep and careful breath before he would trust himself not to snap at her for the stupid nickname. If he corrected her, the nickname would get worse. So he would leave it. This time. He threw in a tea bag. "If I recall, you should be inhabiting some random man's bed." He muttered before taking the mug and leaving her and her ridiculous food in the kitchen. He would eat it, he knew he would. But she would need to force it down his throat. Sitting down in his favorite spot on the couch, he set the mug on a coaster and pulled the daily prophet over his eyes. Hoping she wouldn't burn down his kitchen in anyway, while he left her in there.
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Post by MONA ELOISE BLETCHLEY on Mar 25, 2014 17:14:30 GMT -5
As she slipped past him, she heard him exhale rather loudly, a sure sign that she’d already managed to irritate him… how absolutely wonderful! Mona’s smirk grew as she risked a quick glance over her shoulder, quite happy with his expression. She barely had one foot in the door and he was already fuming! The brunette quite enjoyed getting under other people’s skin. When bored, she often sought out the things that irritated the people she hung out with. Knowing what made them turn red or what they hated had its uses, although she usually ended up using them in similar situations to the one she now found herself in. Seb’s voice jolted her from her thoughts, her hands automatically going to her hips as she registered what he’d said. ”To force you into trying these absolutely amazing pieces of heaven!” She stated, snatching the bag of crumpets off the counter and shaking them at him. ”Merlin knows you don’t eat enough… and they really are the best crumpets I’ve ever had.” Sometimes Mona just didn’t understand him. How could he not want a crumpet?! And how could he like tea?! The man was obviously insane. She brushed off his next comment, a non-committal shrug acting as her answer. He was insane and grumpy… never a good combination.
The brunette traipsed after him as he left the kitchen, toting the bag of crumpets with her. Mona plopped down on the opposite end of the couch, not hesitating to drape her legs up over his as she settled into a comfortable position. ”Do you like jam on your crumpets?”
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Post by SEBASTIAN VINCENT CARROW on Mar 25, 2014 17:28:44 GMT -5
He looked at the food wearily and left the kitchen, And if I don't want them?" He asked, sitting down at the couch. The newspaper would be his entertainment for the next half hour, zoning out the girl who forced her way into his home. Truth be told, he was rather accepting of the company. Sebastian was not in a good state. He really shouldn't be left alone today, despite how much he wanted to be. He glanced over at her, but they shifted back quickly to his paper as the girl approached. Her question didn't surprise him, as she seemed obsessive about the ridiculous kind of food. "No." He may or may not like Jam. He didn't care to give an opinion. His eyes moved over the words on the paper though didn't register any meaning. He pulled the paper back and looked down at her legs that were draped over him, eyes flicking to her face- portraying to her how irritated he was before moving back to his paper. She obviously didn't bother him that much or he would have done something about it. There was something about Mona that kept Seb from hexing her off his property half the time. He looked down at his coffee table, noting the letters from Gray and quickly sat forward, clumping them together and placing them in a drawer. Deciding not to say a word to her, as he sat back on the couch, flicking his paper up like he didn't have a mini spazz attack.
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Post by MONA ELOISE BLETCHLEY on Mar 28, 2014 23:53:42 GMT -5
”Then I force feed them to you!” The brunette beamed, wandering after him and plopping down on the couch. It didn’t take long for her to sprawl out across the sofa, her legs resting rather comfortably on his lap; for a relatively small person she sure took up a lot of space. Not that she expected Seb minded… no, if he was really, truly irritated with her then she wouldn’t still be in his apartment. Of course, that didn’t mean that she could try her hardest to toe that proverbial line! ”No, you don’t like jam or no, you don’t feel like answering?” Mona replied, her smirk brightening as he looked over at her before returning his gaze to his paper. ”Is little Sebasaurus in a bad mood?” She pouted, her voice taking on a child-like tone. ”Did the little darlings at work make you all moody?” Mona lightly nudged one of his hands with her toe, not entirely sure whether or not he’d continue to ignore her or actually begin engaging in the conversation.
Mona’s brow furrowed as he abruptly sat forward, her calculating gaze following him as he stowed what appeared to be handwritten letters in a drawer. ”Who’re those from?” She asked, curiously regarding the drawer for a few moments before looking back at him, a small frown settling across her features as she realized that he was still reading his paper. It took only a swift upward kick of her left foot to send the paper flying from his hands… she’d never liked being ignored.
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Post by SEBASTIAN VINCENT CARROW on Mar 30, 2014 11:47:13 GMT -5
Force feed them to him? Please. He fought a roll of his eyes. As if she could. Sebastian stopped a moment and considered her question, "both." He replied simply. A wry smile on his face that was shielded by a paper. He nudged his hand with her toe and he grimaced, looking at her then returning his gaze away. Gross. Sebastian determined she was barbaric at best. Little darlings at work? He scoffed, they were far from that. Irritating beings, actually, with very little motor skills in their brain and not worth his precious time. He should be doing other things, but he found being an Obliviator oddly comforting where it's a job that unnerved so many others around him.
He tensed at the appearance of the very question he did not want asked. Sebastian wasn't really certain that he told anyone of his affections for Grayson when they happened. It was something special he wanted to keep to himself and not let anyone else have to capability to ruin. But, alas, he did that himself. But he ignored her question, not wanting to answer it. The paper was knocked from his hands and Sebastian frowned, looking at her. "What?" He snapped, angrily, but didn't bother picking up the newspaper, as he practically forgot it's absence in light of the question she'd asked moments before. She had his attention.
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