Dedalus Diggle
04 September 1979 @ 01:08 am
 
He was quite sure that he had never felt this way before in his entire life. Every single muscle in his body was tense, tied into knots, while his head felt like it was being smashed by a hammer. It had been an issue of his ever since he had been young, to get chronic headaches every now and then. But, this wasn’t the same. This was caused by stress, and fatigue, and…aggravation. Even though it was very rare for Dedalus Diggle to be angry at someone, to be angry at Eliza, he was. He just didn’t think he ever would be. Well, at least not to this degree.

Sitting in his friend’s apartment, he stared down at the kitchen floor. He was certainly sitting at the table, leaning back in his chair, completely slouched back as Emmeline moved around setting up some tea. He hadn’t said much since he had arrived, despite the fact that he told her that he wanted to talk. It was mainly because she had told him to not give her any attitude, and was positive that if he opened his mouth as soon as he got there he would just let any words fly out of his mouth, having no control over his tone or what he was saying. Eventually though, he leaned forward, the first movement he had shown in a while, and rested his elbows on his thighs.

“She told her.”
 
 
Skinny jeans are a rockstar requirement
04 September 1979 @ 06:22 am
Hobgoblins ASSEMBLE!  
People were coming over- actual human beings were planning on giving Casa Boardman a small visit! Bollocks.

Hastily dragging his feet from where he passed out on the couch the night before to the kitchen, Stubby Boardman summoned a trash bag and started putting years of being under his mother's watchful eye into practical use. Usually cleaning wasn't such a difficult task- it was getting himself to start doing it was the hard part. And after the weeks of sloth he had spent locked away in his room, the place was left in complete disarray.

Stuart grabbed empty pizza cartons and empty cans on the floors and counters, and threw them quickly behind him in the levitating black bag that followed his every step. His hands were quick, and his mind alert and not soon after, his living room was back in its blessedly pristine shape. Next were the kitchen (thankfully, he went grocery shopping a day ago) bathrooms, then the rest of his house. Thank Merlin for magic, else he would be in such deep shit...

After a quick shower, he dressed in his pajamas- why should he bother dressing up, when 100% cotton was next to world peace?- and plopped gracefully back on his couch. His cat jumped on the spot beside him and stretched before curling against his side. "Don't get too comfortable, buddy. We have people coming over." The cat meowed. "Don't act so surprised. Why did you think I cleaned the place up?"
 
 
wadcock
04 September 1979 @ 06:31 pm
 
Who: Seth and Savannah
When: Earlier today!
What: Surprise!

She's going to think I've lost my mind. )