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Posted: Sun Oct 30, 2016 5:36 pm
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Playing footsie was one hundred percent something Jamie could do. America got her smile in return, a tiny wave, and Shiloh got Jamie's toes tip-tapping against his own. It was absolutely normal, at least until the return taps got harder and more frequent and he almost indignantly whispered ow, but what he saw next stopped him. Yeah, his parents knew about magic, it had been too hard to hide it from them forever. That didn't mean he wanted them seeing fluffy pink things in the middle of their family dinner.
"What the heck..." he whispered harshly, looking from Shiloh back to Juniper. His parents were still talking amongst themselves, still distracted. Jamie might've gone over to help, except that very moment brought a realization with it. The woman holding the othercreature was the very same person who'd all but forced him into the changing room.
Sure, he'd bought the skirt thanks to her overzealous insistence, but that didn't change the way the memory made him want to panic. With a small, upset noise, he shrunk down in his chair.
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Posted: Sun Oct 30, 2016 7:31 pm
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"I don't know..." hopefully Jamie's parents wouldn't notice, because he wasn't ready for them to have any more magical introductions than they already had. It was a stress that he knew weighed heavily on his friends mind, and it was a thought that made him touch their feet together again.
Now, when Jamie visibly jumped and shrunk away, that was concerning. "Hey, Jame—" unfortunately, the table behind them was home to one very indignant individual, and the second they slammed their cup down it sent Shiloh's senses on high alert. He jumped, his jaw went ridged, his eyes widened at the loud smack. Soon the man was gathering his things, but it didn't really matter, his nerves were already on fire.
He was mumbling under his breath, <******** ******** <******** ********> there was no way Jamie's parents weren't tuned into the situation now, but Shiloh refused to look at them. Instead he also sunk down into his chair, frantically tapping his foot against the ground. Jamie was upset and now he was having a stupid moment and it was taking everything in him not to freak out; keep it the ******** together Beaumont, stop sweating like a stupid a*****e.
"What the <********> are those." he hissed to Jamie, the strain in his voice obvious.
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