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Lorelai and Wilson: Sockpuppeting! And also, an owl.
(Warning: tl;dr-ness and excessive use of the phrase 'Chunky Monkey'.)
( Whatever makes you happy // Whatever you want // You're so f*ckin' special // I wish I was special )
( Owl to House, not at all warded, although the owl looks a bit weirded out for some reason. )
( Whatever makes you happy // Whatever you want // You're so f*ckin' special // I wish I was special )
( Owl to House, not at all warded, although the owl looks a bit weirded out for some reason. )
Return note, sent with Mick
Wilson,
Sure.
H.
((There's another piece of torn-out page, with a map scrawled on it, an X marking an empty classroom.))
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House snorted lightly at Wilson mentioning the word 'whippersnapper', because good god, that word was so out of date. He remembered his grandmother using it, but... she had been a bit off her rocker, so that wasn't exactly a fair bit of evidence. The more important thing of his was that Wilson was relaxing enough to banter with him, that the prospect of getting involved with Greg House wasn't so terrifying that it reduced Wilson to a constantly stammering wreck.
Suddenly he didn't care that the potion beside them was probably doing something frightful and making weird sounds, because pulling Wilson in this close made even his mind shut down a little. And even though Wilson was saying that yeah, he might actually die of shock in the next few minutes, House didn't mind that either because Wilson wasn't pulling away. "I don't care," he muttered, smirking slightly before tugging Wilson closer and into a kiss. Just a light touch of lips at first, giving Wilson the chance to freak out and pull away if the urge took him, but growing more daring and nipping lightly at his lower lip. Come on, Jimmy, House thought to himself, Just let this happen, you won't regret it.
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