...He didn't have defensive body language. ...Did he? Wilson glanced down to himself, folded arms and minutely hunched shoulders and all, and nearly had to hold back a laugh. Well, if that didn't scream defensive, honestly, he didn't know what did. ...Damn. Okay, whatever. Fine. Moving off the topic of flowers, and the fact that Wilson was defending them. He knitted his brow a bit instead, concernedly, trying (and trying pretty hard, actually, to rid his features of that ridiculous, scrunchy-faced, worried grandmother that he always seemed to don whenever House had done something horrid. "You woke up on the floor of a bar?"
The grin was present, twisting up the corners of his mouth before he could stop it as House scrubbed at his face. That blue gunk smudged all across his nose, his cheek, and Wilson had to suppress a wild gigmanly, manly laugh giggle. He looked so ridiculous right now and just... really didn't care. It was just so the House that everyone knew and lo... Well, Wilson loved.
Heh. 'Love'. He was going to have to be careful around that word.
"I don't hate it," Wilson replied, sounding mildly defensive again as he followed after House, debating this whole 'transportation' thing. "I just... very much dislike the idea of having to go on it." Only... Wilson didn't have his car here (and even if he did, he wasn't sure it would work on the grounds. Although if House's motorbike was working...), he didn't know how to magically induce any form of magical transportation, Floo powder completely escaped him, walking was totally out of the question. ...Well, shit. They might be needing to use it, wouldn't they?
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Date: 2007-03-08 09:21 am (UTC)The grin was present, twisting up the corners of his mouth before he could stop it as House scrubbed at his face. That blue gunk smudged all across his nose, his cheek, and Wilson had to suppress a wild
gigmanly, manly laughgiggle. He looked so ridiculous right now and just... really didn't care. It was just so the House that everyone knew and lo... Well, Wilson loved.Heh. 'Love'. He was going to have to be careful around that word.
"I don't hate it," Wilson replied, sounding mildly defensive again as he followed after House, debating this whole 'transportation' thing. "I just... very much dislike the idea of having to go on it." Only... Wilson didn't have his car here (and even if he did, he wasn't sure it would work on the grounds. Although if House's motorbike was working...), he didn't know how to magically induce any form of magical transportation, Floo powder completely escaped him, walking was totally out of the question. ...Well, shit. They might be needing to use it, wouldn't they?