[ He sits up, swinging his legs off the couch and onto the floor before he stretches out for the food. If someone had told him he'd be having an impromptu meal with John fucking Marcone at some point that day, he'd have laughed. But food was food, and he needed to buy himself a little more time to think and gather his wizardy wits about him before walking out that front door. ]
You know it was just because you were the closest, yeah? [ He mutters it around a mouthful of noodles, swallows, and looks across the table pointedly. Who are you trying to convince, Harry? Then a sly smirk: ] Thanks for the grub, though.
a bit of oil, a bit of manipulation and you'll be good as new! :D
You know it was just because you were the closest, yeah? [ He mutters it around a mouthful of noodles, swallows, and looks across the table pointedly. Who are you trying to convince, Harry? Then a sly smirk: ] Thanks for the grub, though.