Five hours later...

[gifted_guy]

What the fuck? What the FUCK? He’s Remus. He’s a friend. He’s in a serious relationship. And oh yeah, he’s a guy! A boy. With a penis. Oh shit, don’t think about it. And don’t think about him. Or his lips. How his lips felt. No. This is wrong. He’s a he. And dating. But it’s Remus. Sweet Remus. Working Remus. Fucking gorgeous Remus. Shit.What the

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[pur_et_seul]

Cresswell - you're bleeding.

[gifted_guy]

Thanks for that Black, like I didn't already know

[pur_et_seul]

Have you been fighting?

[gifted_guy]

No I haven't been fucking fighting

[snakesintheeyes]

What the- might as well bleed into the sink instead of all over the floor, don't you think?

[gifted_guy]

I'll clean it up later.

[snakesintheeyes]

...You don't look too busy right now.

[gifted_guy]

It may surprise you Rosier, that some people can spend their time actually thinking.

[padfootthegreat]

What's got your knickers in a twist?

[gifted_guy]

Fucking hell.

Leave me alone Black, I don't need your no sense of humour right now.

[padfootthegreat]

This is the loo. Can't I take a bloody piss?

[gifted_guy]

Okay. Have fun.

[xbeetlebum]

*hears the yelling and decides to take a look* Problem Cresswell?

[gifted_guy]

Fuck off Skeeter, find your story somewhere else.

[xbeetlebum]

*smiles* Guess I touched a nerve.

[gifted_guy]

Get. Out