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Kit was straight faced as he tried to untangle himself from the cupboard mess, and managed to knock over a brush pole instead, catching it with his foot and hopping on the spot as he tried to guide it back into the cupboard with his ankle. "I'm gonna steal you a hair net tomorrow and you have to wear it all night," he said, completely serious. "We've got aprons in the kitchen cupboard." And there would be pictures being taken for evidence that it happened, because it was now officially happening. If Ollie tried to back out and say he was only kidding, Kit would just make it a dare. There was no way his brother would back down from a dare, not one that only meant he had to wear a silly getup around the house for an evening. Ollie probably wouldn't back down from a dare that involved setting his head on fire, or so Kit thought, and fretted regularly. But the hair net thing was happening.

"Very funny," Kit grumbled. He was secretly glad that he got to do most of the cooking. And cleaning. And shopping. And everything else. At least he knew it would get done properly and just the way he liked it. It was nothing personal against Ollie, he would be like that no matter who did any of those things for him. He really didn't mind being the chef when he knew he'd get meals that he loved every night. And yes, sometimes meals that he loved where cheese toasties, or soup out of a tin, because being an Auror was bloody tiring, and he was only human. Well, half human. He really couldn't use that excuse, not around his family. He tossed the mystery football back into the cupboard and slammed the door before the brush could fall down again, realising all too late that he'd forgot to get the bats for baseball. Crap. He tossed the baseball over his shoulder at Ollie, confident his brother would catch it, and opened the cupboard door just a crack, enough to fit his wand inside and Accio the bats to him. They slammed into the door and fell to the floor, and he slid them out through the small gap, tossing one to his brother and twirling the other one in his hand. "Of course you pick the game where you have a huge advantage over me, you little cheat" he said, grabbing his apple and heading out the front door. Ollie would kick his arse at baseball, but it was alright. As long as they had fun.


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tag: Oliver Osiris Devereaux
words: 460
outfit: Jeans, t-shirt. I'm so lazy.
notes: Brothers!! <3

Whatever It Takes

Somehow, Kit couldn't picture Dorian ever dressing as a clown, either. He was far too stoic and sensible to be considered for that kind of thing, which made Kit wonder... what had made him such a good choice for the job? Had it been some kind of joke from the higher ups? He hadn't actually questioned it when he'd been given his orders, seeing nothing wrong with it, personally. It actually seemed like a good idea to spy on someone when kids were around, their guard would be dropped and they wouldn't expect it in the least. It had never occurred to him why he'd been chosen for it. If he were to guess, he'd say it was because he was young and still trying to prove himself, but a person could drive themselves insane wondering why. It was best to just not think about it, and Dorian helped immensely with that by describing the time he had been sent off to America as a pimp. Kit's lips pressed together as he tried to suppress a laugh, dropping his head as he focused on fastening the buttons of his shirt.

"That's really interesting," he said, nodding his head and trying to veer his thoughts from Dorian as a pimp, and onto the mission he had been sent on. Dark wizards, travelling to America. That was the kind of thing Kit hoped get to do one day. Just not in a purple velvet suit. "Do they ask you to travel a lot?" he asked, intrigued at that element of the job. He'd been on a few holidays, but seeing more of the world would be nice, especially if he got paid to do so. Kit kicked off his trainers, and whipped off his tracksuit bottoms, folding them neatly with the jacket and t-shirt, and carrying the neat pile over to a small shelf near the door where whoever was in charge of costumes could come and get it. He was sure he saw a flash of someone passing the doorway in a hurry, and the creak of floorboards underfoot reached his sensitive ears, but he dismissed it as nothing. He needed pants on before he could even think about going out into the hallway to investigate. That wasn't a job for the half naked.



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tag: Dorian Michael Humbert
words: 409
outfit: Shirt, no pants, socks.
notes: <3

Whatever It Takes

Kit barely noticed the hit witches behind them aside from noting they were actually there. He didn't really want to engage with anyone right now, not until he could change, and he hoped they didn't even recognize him with his blonde hair and glasses. And that damn tickling moustache. Their giggling made a slight blush creep to his face, but his expression remained poker straight, even when Dorian spoke to them and got an almost schoolgirl reaction in response. He swallowed hard, and tried to avoid contact as they gave him flirty looks, positioning himself beside Agent Humbert so he could only see the door. He could only imagine the things these women might say if they actually did go wherever Kit and Dorian were going. Were hit witches allowed in the men's locker rooms? He really hoped not. Meadowes knew no boundaries and went in there, but she was Meadowes, he expected everyone else to follow the rules. Meadowes was a lost cause, but if more people started behaving like her, he didn't think he'd cope.

The women headed in a different direction, and Kit felt himself relax a little bit as he and Dorian headed for the locker room, Dorian admitting that he had worn worse outfits for missions in the past. Kit turned to look at him as they walked, expression curious. "What was your worst?" he asked as they entered the locker room, Kit crossing to his own locker and taking off his sunglasses, placing them neatly on the small shelf inside and unzipping his fluorescent sports jacket. He glanced about to make sure they were alone before offering up his own tale. "My worst was a clown." He stripped his t-shirt off and pulled on his work shirt, shooting uncomfortable glances at Dorian every now and then as he went on. "It was a kids party. Father was a suspected DE. I got pied in the face." It hadn't been the most fun job Kit had ever worked, despite the party part of it all. Making balloon animals for spoiled rich kids was exhausting, and embarrassing. And the shoes hurt. Ollie had had a field day with him when he'd gone home with a face full of clown makeup that evening, and Kit knew he would never live it down.



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tag: Dorian Michael Humbert
words: 418
outfit: Once they're changed? XD Smart jeans, a nice shirt and jacket.
notes: Sorry, Hummie! XD <3

Whatever It Takes

Kit kept his head down as he crossed the Atrium with Agent Humbert. Dorian was by far his favourite person to work with in the Auror department, and had been Kit's mentor for his training years, proving an excellent role model and one of the strongest and most efficient on the force. He also just so happened to be similarly introverted to Kit, and had a love of privacy and being reserved over rowdiness. Kit often looked at the man and wondered if that was what he would grow to be like in ten years, but he couldn't help but imagine Dorian would have something to say about it if he knew Kit liked to hunt down vampires in his spare time and kill them. It wasn't the most law abiding hobby, but it was something Kit would keep on doing so long as there were blood suckers in the world that treated human life with complete disregard. He was doing the world a favour, whether he was authorised to do so or not.

He wasn't doing anyone any favours at the moment, and neither was Dorian. In fact, they were being stared at by a good ninety five percent of the people in the Atrium. Kit glanced at Dorian who walked beside him. The man was almost unrecognisable with a thick moustache and long hair that touched his shoulders. He was clad in an unsightly tracksuit, shiny pants and a matching jacket that was supposed to be "all the rage" for people at gyms. Kit had on a similar getup, though his tracksuit was lime green, which did nothing for his complexion, and his own moustache was tickling his top lip no end, making him twitch his nose about every few minutes in an attempt to satisfy the itch. He caught sight of himself in a window as they paused in the cafeteria to pick up two coffees. His own hair was platinum blonde, and the sunglasses he wore hid most of his face, making him look like a bug. He grimaced, picked up his coffee after paying the witch at the counter, and fell into step with Dorian once more as they headed for the elevator. "Should we report back first, or get changed?" he asked, as they waited for the elevator doors to open. Kit really hoped they'd be the only two getting in.



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tag: Dorian Michael Humbert
words: 427
outfit: Once they're changed? XD Smart jeans, a nice shirt and jacket.
notes: <3