quicktoanger: (Say what now?)
quicktoanger ([personal profile] quicktoanger) wrote2014-12-11 06:17 am

Eighth Casefile: Reversed Fortunes

[Action: Your character's living room!]

I noticed a few problems immediately.

The first was that I wasn't outside of Johnny Marcone's office building. In fact, I wasn't even outside. I seemed to be in some sort of small apartment. 

The second was that I couldn't feel the Winter Mantle. Which sucked, because I had been in really, really rough shape.

The third was that I wasn't in really, really rough shape. In fact, I felt fine. The only thing that hurt was my back.

The fourth was that my back hurt. Specifically, my shoulderblades hurt. And I had the most peculiar feeling of deja vu, in the same way that getting dropped into molten steel gives you a peculiar feeling of warmth. That, and the familiarity of the apartment...

"Oh hell's bells, you cannot be serious."

[OOC: So for today's exceptionally late re-intro, enjoy 1 Harry Dresden, slightly confused, and appearing in somebody else's house for a change.]
 

faithfulflame: (Rei Elegant)

[personal profile] faithfulflame 2014-12-16 01:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Rei barely manages to hold back laughter of her own when she feels Fenimore's embarrassment coloring her emotions. Squeezing tight, she kisses the blonde on the cheek and focuses more on Harry.

"You're quite the the scruffy one, that's for sure. I can completely understand why."

Hopefully Fenimore will be able to get over it and move past it. She doesn't exactly want her feeling bad around Harry over a little mistake, anyway. If it'd been anyone but Harry, she'd have welcomed the distraction so she could get away.

"Thank you dear. Really."
blessingone: (a little bit of something)

[personal profile] blessingone 2014-12-21 06:33 am (UTC)(link)
Fenimore is still embarrassed, but their reactions have mollified the feeling to make the meeting only a little awkward rather than something insurmountable. The hug and kiss on the cheek from her girlfriend certainly doesn't hurt, and Fenimore smiles a little

"If I had known how big you are, I might have thrown something harder than a pillow, so it's good I couldn't tell from the window." A rock like she had thought about might have fallen more in line with a less polite response as Harry said, but she was glad she's changed her mind. "Though if I had, maybe I would have realized who you might be. I don't know of many people as tall as you."

Or as scruffy. She'll keep that one to herself.