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[regulus]

[Adequate Boxing Day recovery requires tea, a good book, and a comfortable armchair in which to curl up in. Regulus appears to have supplemented his own experience with nicotine, and the Room has offered up a plate of biscuits which he has yet to touch. All of this, unfortunately, has done nothing to stop him from looking as though there were lumps of coal in his Christmas stocking.]

What absolute rot.

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[regulus]

I'm not in the least bit feminine, thank you very much!

[blackasday]

Remus was talking about this old guy who used to get boys to dress up as women and go on stage.

That'd be you.

[regulus]

How terribly charming of you, to suggest my looks would have me be some pervert's pet.

[blackasday]

I'm so good to you.

[regulus]

You may want to define 'good', first.

[blackasday]

Great. Amazing. Wonderful. Stupendous. Brilliant.

Take your pick.

[regulus]

I pick... warped.

[blackasday]

That wasn't an option.

[regulus]

It was the right answer, however.

[blackasday]

You'be got cruel, Reggie.

[regulus]

You're just finally noticing, is all.

[blackasday]

So that's how it is.

[regulus]

So it is. What are you looking so upset about?

[blackasday]

M'not.

[regulus]

If you say so...

[blackasday]

Well I did.

[regulus]

I'm certainly not arguing.

[blackasday]

Fine then.

[regulus]

...Fine.

[He's not sniggering at the absurdity of this exchange either.]

[blackasday]

...I knew I'd get you to smile.

[regulus]

You weren't trying! It doesn't count.

[blackasday]

It does too.

[regulus]

It's cheating and you know it.

[blackasday]

Where does it say that?

[regulus]

It isn't written down in fine print.