((LOL Oh shush :P And I have seen the new ep! So will babble with you on IRC XD))
Oh yes, giving hickeys for the fun of it was incredibly high school; but then, so were pranks, PSPs, and most of what made up House's idea of amusement anyway. He could feel Wilson laughing and then sputtering, so he pulled away slightly, swiping his tongue in a broad line over the darkening mark. Standing back, House smirked at his work, and then pulled an overly innocent look at Wilson.
Briefly, he glanced at the potion he'd been ignoring, and ending up staring. It was now violently red. Well, that... couldn't be good.
But House had no idea how to fix it, so he simply grabbed his cane from the desk and leaned on it, beginning to clear the rest of the ingredients away. (Clearing, in this case, involved sweeping everything into one big pile for the house elves to take away). He wasn't doing stuff just to have a reason to be busy, he was just taking some time to think. "So, wanna take me on a date?" House's voice was heavily mocking, but there seriousness there somewhere. "You must be good at that formal date stuff, right? You could buy me flowers, and if you're lucky I might even pretend to like them," he raised a suggestive eyebrow. He wasn't sure if Wilson wanted to actually try a formal date or not, but if he did, House had to dread the outcome. A habitual misanthrope and a three-time divorcee, dressed up and snarking over the food? Good lord.
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Oh yes, giving hickeys for the fun of it was incredibly high school; but then, so were pranks, PSPs, and most of what made up House's idea of amusement anyway. He could feel Wilson laughing and then sputtering, so he pulled away slightly, swiping his tongue in a broad line over the darkening mark. Standing back, House smirked at his work, and then pulled an overly innocent look at Wilson.
Briefly, he glanced at the potion he'd been ignoring, and ending up staring. It was now violently red. Well, that... couldn't be good.
But House had no idea how to fix it, so he simply grabbed his cane from the desk and leaned on it, beginning to clear the rest of the ingredients away. (Clearing, in this case, involved sweeping everything into one big pile for the house elves to take away). He wasn't doing stuff just to have a reason to be busy, he was just taking some time to think. "So, wanna take me on a date?" House's voice was heavily mocking, but there seriousness there somewhere. "You must be good at that formal date stuff, right? You could buy me flowers, and if you're lucky I might even pretend to like them," he raised a suggestive eyebrow. He wasn't sure if Wilson wanted to actually try a formal date or not, but if he did, House had to dread the outcome. A habitual misanthrope and a three-time divorcee, dressed up and snarking over the food? Good lord.