Dardanius
Mmmmm Cheese
Thu Jul 13, 2017 14:23
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Marissa winked at him, and Danny was pleased he had successfully amended his comment about her legs. Flirting with Marissa had always come so naturally, but for the past few months it actually meant something. More importantly, he actually felt something when they flirted, and it was ridiculously easy for them to get carried away. He had literally just arrived at the party moments ago; it would probably be rude to started making it with its hostess so soon. Give it a couple of minutes, at least.

“It’s a smoking jacket,” he helped Marissa out, affecting a ‘didn't you know?’ attitude, spoiled somewhat by his broad grin. He held his arm out a little in front of him, gesturing lightly at the garment, and turned his shoulders towards her, for her to fully appreciate it. He didn't miss her glance lingering on the exposed triangle of skin between his lapels, and inwardly celebrated his decision to not wear a shirt.

There’s no way you actually sleep in that,” Marissa teased while Danny tried to look affronted, failing abysmally. “But it’s a good look.”

Danny’s smile was refusing to drop, so he decided to work with it. “I sleep in the pants,” he said shamelessly, too intimidated to actually look Marissa in the eye while he said the words, but he did afterwards to gauge her reaction. He thought about winking, but didn't, and then sort of wished he had but decided he'd left it too long.

“I can't believe you sleep in that,” he gestured to her t-shirt and short shorts. They just didn't look as though they would be comfortable sleepwear; surely the shorts would just rise right up where he was diligently not letting his eyes stray. “Or,” Danny looked away suddenly, in need of a distraction. Thankfully there was plenty of that “I'm sure Emmett doesn't wear… is that a bear or a gorilla?” Whatever. He was sure he had proven his point, whatever it had been.

  • Sweet Dreams are Made of... Cheese? - Marissa, Thu Jul 13 12:34
    And a fantastic night it already was. Marissa noticed little groups forming right away. Emmett and Russell were talking, finally. Maybe the two of them could figure out what Emmett’s problem was, and ... more
    • Mmmmm Cheese - Dardanius, Thu Jul 13 14:23
      • Can we make cheese puns now? - Marissa, Thu Jul 13 18:04
        Marissa had no idea what a smoking jacket was. It couldn’t be exactly what it was called. Danny didn’t smoke. And his pants matched, so it was a set. A smoking set? Did that make those smoking pants? ... more
        • Who am I to dis-a-Brie? - Danny, Fri Jul 14 06:55
          “I’ve heard of it,” Dardanius said, tilting his head to the side as if a slanted view of Emmett would help him to understand why the fifth year had decided that the Star Wars gorilla-bear outfit was... more
          • As long as neither of us are Bleu - Marissa, Sat Jul 15 23:51
            Marissa tried to think of a time when she’d seen Danny drink something she’d offered him. It occurred to her, briefly, that he might want to follow the rules more than usual. He was a prefect, after... more
            • It's Cheesy but Grate - Danny, Sun Jul 16 14:23
              He allowed himself to be lead by the hand to where Marissa had set up a television set, and maintained an expression of patronized appeasement as she issued instructions for him to follow. She could... more
              • We're definitely here to have a Gouda time - Marissa, Sat Jul 22 01:51
                Marissa expected some of her summer stuff to throw Danny for a loop. She doubted he’d been completely innocent during his summer. The red-head was honest about her adventures with the hopes that he’d ... more
                • Treading Caerphilly - Danny, Tue Jul 25 09:34
                  As Marissa nestled in closer to him, confirming this was both the best and the worst idea Danny’d had this week, the Lyra twisted his neck to get as good a glimpse as he could of Holland and Ruben... more
                  • Our pun levels are too Edam high! - Marissa, Thu Aug 3 15:08
                    It was possible that Danny didn’t want to talk about the summer. If he didn’t say anything, then it meant that he really frolicked at those pureblood parties. She knew that it shouldn’t bother her,... more
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