Post by Justin McDowell on Jul 16, 2012 2:36:49 GMT -8
Justin rose a brow, unable to help but feel at least a little relieved and amused (mostly amused, he admitted) by what she blurted out. "Well, I'm a bloke, and we blokes think about two things (or so it's said): food and sex. Usually thought that we only think about one at a time, but I must admit, I'm managing multitasking in some weird, odd way right now." There, that ought to add enough awkwardness to cause her to blush furiously again, right? Of course. So, without another word and with a smirk playing at his lips, Justin turned and walked toward his room to grab a shirt and the money his father had given him for food. He pulled on the first shirt he grabbed, which happened to be one of his favorite band, and then his shoes and walked out again, bending over to tie his laces as he told her what he was going to do. "Mam's cooking's horrible. Going to get food. Don't suppose you want to be seen in that, so I'll be back soon, yeah?"
He started to walk off, figuring she'd join him as he paused in a particular place by the door where he knew he could safely disapparate. If she grabbed his arm before he took off, she'd appear with him in Diagon Alley where he headed to a good sandwich shop and ordered his favorite sandwich off the menu and something he thought Sofi might like (or what she wanted, if she went with him) as well as some chili before heading back home and to the kitchen, setting the food down and going to get something to drink from their cooler.
((Sorry it's short, but I'm seriously getting tired here. Hopefully better posts when I get up!))