"Be sad," Adrian lamented, tipping his chin up ever so much to help sell his completely distraught face. He felt in far too good of a mood to actually feel so, it should be noted, and why should he be? He was currently partaking in a much-deserved snog with his beautiful wife in the alley, was currently not stuffed in an overly-offensive red and pink restaurant, and only had exciting hope and prospects to look forward to for the next month. Captaining Portugal for the World Cup--- New York City--- Maggie's bum in public! What more could a wizard ask for?
Perhaps less of a zero degree chill in the air, but he supposed he couldn't have everything.
"Be so very sad," he managed, a sly smile appearing on his face as his grip stayed firmly on Maggie's rump. Adrian leaned forward to kiss her again. "Woe. Cry." He really did make the funniest jokes, he really had no idea how Maggie wasn't constantly doubling over in stitches. Most likely not now because she currently seemed very determined to attack him in the most pleasurable of ways up against this wall. He would allow it. "You know, German things."
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