Post by Jonathan James Townsend on Apr 25, 2019 11:38:04 GMT
Pawsitively Marvelous
There was a frown on Johnny's face as he watched Dora go. She didn't look back, which was a little bit of a kick to his ego. She had some sort of stomach bug, yes, but did she really not want one last look at him before he apparated out of there? It was a little bit hurtful, but he couldn't complain, it was a purely superficial bruise that he would get over. Dora wasn't feeling herself right now, and she certainly wasn't feeling him. It was selfish for him to expect her to still be unable to resist that last flirty glance when she wasn't feeling well. So selfish. God, it stung. He twisted where he stood, and disappeared from the alley before Dora was even out of sight, his office blurring to a stop around him. There was a stale sickly smell that hadn't been there before, but Johnny barely noticed. He crossed to the small cupboard in the corner and pulled a muggle air freshener from the top shelf, spraying it around the room before he went to check his parchment again. His next client was due in, he couldn't spend any more time dwelling on Dora, and worrying whether she was alright or not. Checking that his scrubs were still in place - you never knew around Dora, he would bet anything that she could remove items of clothing without the wearer even noticing - and unlocked the door, poking his head out and calling loudly. "Tala Drake."
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tag: Euphadora Rose Parkinson
words: 274
outfit: Sexy vet scrubs. XD
notes: Finite. <3
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