Harry Lockhart (
captain_fucking_magic) wrote2011-11-15 11:50 pm
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Round Two
Harry's still rather new to this whole Milliways business, and it takes him a good while to accept the fact that he went through the front door from Perry's house, and has now gone back through that same door to find himself in a completely different house.
He's going to ignore the whole other country business all together. For now.
"That's, uhm... What the fuck?"
OK, he wasn't sure what was going to happen, but this was not it.
He's going to ignore the whole other country business all together. For now.
"That's, uhm... What the fuck?"
OK, he wasn't sure what was going to happen, but this was not it.
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It's John's turn to laugh and ask, "What?"
Harry's never used a DVD player before. Someone better help him.
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Mary finally takes pity on Harry and takes the remote off him. Maybe DVD players are different in the States.
"Harry took me back to his place. Only it wasn't his place, it's just where he's staying with this enormous blonde guy who burst in on us and started yelling, dragged Harry here out of bed and kicked him out, and then we made polite conversation whilst I was getting dressed."
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And in Harry's defence, between being 2005, prison, and never having any money when he's not in prison, he's just never had the opportunity to use one.
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Mary snuggles into Harry a bit as the movie starts, still nibbling on bits of poppadom. Just because John is here to point and laugh doesn't mean she doesn't intend to spend the evening a little like she wants to.
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"And Sunday night is all hangovers and funny limps?" asks Harry as he dares to put an arm around Mary's shoulders.
Seriously, he's relying on Mary to not let this go to far, because really, Harry is the king of poor judgement.
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Mary observes, and she relaxes into Harry's arm, because it's nice that he's finally gaining an admittedly shaky grasp on the conversation.
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Harry makes a noise of surprised disgust and covers his ears. Seriously, why do people gotta talk about this stuff?
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"Hey, why did you..." For once, because the gods smile on everyone once, she doesn't say anything. She'd be lying if she wasn't a little disappointed by Harry's reaction though, mainly because now she doesn't know what to do. Scenarios flicker through her mind, and she settles in the end for getting up.
"I'm just going to grab some of the sweets."
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Harry ignores John. "You got any more of those jelly things?"
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Mary tips the sweets, Skips and Twiglets into bowls and comes back through. Before she sits down, she squeezes John's shoulder in a 'bros before hos' kind of way.
"The pink flower-shaped ones are Skips and the brown ones are Twiglets." She tells Harry. "Skips are kind of prawn-cocktail flavoured."
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John snorts. "Wow. He's distracted that easily? You sure about this one, Mar?"
"Hey, fuck off, Slick."
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Mary rolls her eyes, annoyed at both John and Harry for acting like children, even if they're both kind of justified.
"Keep it in your trousers boys, I've seen 'em both and there's not that much difference."
She picks up a Twiglet. "And it's called Marmite. We pretend to love it on toast to annoy foreigners." She eats it anyway.
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John leans back and watches Harry for a moment. "So, what do you do, Harry?" he asks in a tone usually reserved for scary big brothers and over-protective fathers.
Harry has no way to answer that without sounding like a dick, so he chooses to ignore it entirely.
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"Harry's... New in town. He's staying with a friend till he gets sorted out."
Sneakily, in the hope that whatever happens, this will show Harry no hard feelings, she drops a Skittle into his hood.
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Harry just sighs. "Should I just go?" he asks.
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"He's new in town John. He's only got dollars on him? Anyway, I know how he feels. It happened to me in Auckland. I don't know what I would have done if the guy next to me on the plane hadn't taken pity and let me stop at his for the night. Harry, you can stay if you like. I don't mind."
She sits next to the cat, an equal distance from both John and Harry. The cat ignores her, but she rubs him behind the ear anyway.
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He ignores the fact that they've apparently slept together though. Because, ew.
John only snorts and shakes his head. The real Robert Downey Jr is on the TV, so he pretends to pay attention to him instead.
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"He's more like a maiden aunt." And then, because it's funny, she flicks a Smartie at John. It hits him (honestly accidentally) on the cheek.
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And then he sees the lead, finally.
"Holy shit, you weren't kidding." Stark is so much more macho than Harry could ever hope to be, though. It's a little embarrassing.
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"You're not nearly as manicured though, so don't worry, no one will guess. Oh, yes, your shirt. I can stick it in the dryer. John. Want to come help."
It's not really a question. She grabs her keys and waves them at Harry.
"I promise not to get locked out."
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John gives Mary a reproachful look, but follows after her anyway.
"Seriously, what's the deal with him?" he asks once their out of earshot. "Besides being a raging homophobe, or did you miss that?"
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Mary waits for John at the bottom of the stairs, looking annoyed.
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"I don't like him," he says honestly. "Can't even say why. I just don't. Please tell me you didn't just bring him home because of your massive crush on RDJ."
He totally chooses to ignore his own massive crush on RDJ. Shut up.
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Mary leads the way to the back-door and the lean-to with the laundry in.
"He's kind of sweet, and he makes me laugh. Anyway, it's not like my dance-card is that full, is it?"
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He sighs and leans against the wall. "And why's he wearing what's his name's shirt? That thing's starting to see more action than any of us."
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