LOG.
LOG: Harry/Momo. RATED R FOR RACQUETS TO THE HEAD.
Note 1: OMG GUYS. My third finished log ever. *__*
Note 2: This may or may not be the shortest log you've ever read.
Harry: *knocks on Momo's door, leaning from foot to foot nervously*
Momo: *has been waiting by the door with his racquet at the ready* *opens the door and points it at Harry* DIE, UGLY!
Harry: *jerks back and throws his hands up* Woah. Calm down, Momo!
Momo: *remembers Harry telling him that he'd give him something, but he doesn't see anything* >O YOU LIE!
Harry: I'm not a liar. *grabs the front of Momo's shirt to pull him into a kiss*
Momo: O_O!!! *kisses Harry back, but not without beating him in the back of the head SOFTLY with his racquet because he totes deserves it >|*
Harry: *smiles into the kiss as the racket hits his head, because yeah he did deserve that, and he pulls away grinning* Er. Do you forgive me?
Momo: *thinks for a second before holding out his hand* Give me $100 and I will.
Harry: *blinks* 100$? What for?
*plops the racquet on top of Harry's head* Don't ask questions, ugly.
Harry: *eyes Momo slightly suspiciously* ...Alright. But I want to see whatever you'll do with it.
Momo: *makes up something that doesn't involve telling Harry what he really wants to do* I'm selling your dad into slavery.
Momo: *stares back at his computer longly* Someone said they'd let me dye their hair.
Momo: ...But I'm also selling your dad into slavery.
Harry: *....* Sirius won't like that. *grins* Alright, I'll give them to you.
Momo: *shrugs* He can buy him back. Now, hand the money over.
Harry: *raises his eyebrows* Pushy. Can't it wait? I'll give them to you tomorrow.
Momo: :|| FINE! *pushes Harry out the door in "mock" angriness* Don't call me. I'll call you.
Note 1: OMG GUYS. My third finished log ever. *__*
Note 2: This may or may not be the shortest log you've ever read.
Harry: *knocks on Momo's door, leaning from foot to foot nervously*
Momo: *has been waiting by the door with his racquet at the ready* *opens the door and points it at Harry* DIE, UGLY!
Harry: *jerks back and throws his hands up* Woah. Calm down, Momo!
Momo: *remembers Harry telling him that he'd give him something, but he doesn't see anything* >O YOU LIE!
Harry: I'm not a liar. *grabs the front of Momo's shirt to pull him into a kiss*
Momo: O_O!!! *kisses Harry back, but not without beating him in the back of the head SOFTLY with his racquet because he totes deserves it >|*
Harry: *smiles into the kiss as the racket hits his head, because yeah he did deserve that, and he pulls away grinning* Er. Do you forgive me?
Momo: *thinks for a second before holding out his hand* Give me $100 and I will.
Harry: *blinks* 100$? What for?
*plops the racquet on top of Harry's head* Don't ask questions, ugly.
Harry: *eyes Momo slightly suspiciously* ...Alright. But I want to see whatever you'll do with it.
Momo: *makes up something that doesn't involve telling Harry what he really wants to do* I'm selling your dad into slavery.
Momo: *stares back at his computer longly* Someone said they'd let me dye their hair.
Momo: ...But I'm also selling your dad into slavery.
Harry: *....* Sirius won't like that. *grins* Alright, I'll give them to you.
Momo: *shrugs* He can buy him back. Now, hand the money over.
Harry: *raises his eyebrows* Pushy. Can't it wait? I'll give them to you tomorrow.
Momo: :|| FINE! *pushes Harry out the door in "mock" angriness* Don't call me. I'll call you.