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Regulus swore under his breath as he hit his foot on the table by the couch, he hopped up and down, holding his left foot before slowly sitting down on the sofa.
"Well, that was quite the display," Barty muttered his brows arching in amusement.
"Shut it." Regulus growled, glaring at him dangerously.
Barty shrugged unfazed and sauntered into the kitchen.
"Want anything?" Barty asked. "I'm gonna make myself a sandwhich."
"Yeah, a sandwhich sounds good," Regulus said finally releasing his leg from his hold.
It was quiet, save for Barty moving around in the kitchen.
"Heard about this new bar opening up tonight, wanna go?" Barty asked, taking a seat next to Regulus and hands him a sandwhich.
"A bar? I don't know. You know how you get when you drink," Regulus stated, concerned. He took his sandwhich and bit into it.
"I won't drink too much," Barty said, his mouth full of food.
Regulus grimaces and rolls his eyes. "That's what you said the last time,"
"Yeah, well, that guy deserved it." Barty muttered, darkly.
Regulus sighs and shook his head. "You say that all the time," he said.
"That's because it's true!" Barty exclaims.
"Fine! I'll go if only to stop you from doing something stupid," Regulus said sighing.
"Thanks for the vote of confidence," Barty mutters, dejectedly.
"You're welcome." Regulus said smirking.
For the Pairing Appreciation Competition Regulus/Barty Jr.
