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Responsibility
Later, Chris would decide that the whole thing was really to blame on whoever told Sean it was a good idea to show up to the Chamber of Secrets premiere in a bloody kilt.
It had been one thing to spend all his time on the set with Sean. At least on the set they were both dressed properly. Well, mostly, even he had to admit. He'd spent two days in pyjamas, hair looking like a bird's nest, and Sean had walked around in that bloody Quidditch uniform for three weeks, but even that was still a far cry from a kilt.
Chris had the kind of brain that trivia just got stuck in, and said brain was now helpfully providing him with several bits of trivia regarding kilts. Like the function of the pouch, and the fact that a real kilt is worn without anything underneath.
Chris really, truly hated his brain sometimes.
He'd been at the premiere for half an hour when Sean came up to him, slung an arm around his waist, and grinned at him. "Chris, mate! Where have you been? I've been looking all over for you!" Chris was tempted for a moment to hate him, too, but it's rather difficult to hate someone when their body is pressed against your side, and their arm is around your waist, and all you can think is whether they're wearing any underwear.
So it really wasn't Chris's fault at all that by the end of the premiere party, Sean's kilt has been thoroughly wrinkled, and his own hair is a mess, and they should really get out of the bathroom before someone finds them, but neither of them seems very inclined to move.
When it really comes down to it, it's pretty much everyone's fault but Chris's.
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Melle: ... where did you come from, and what is that polkadot wallpaper for?
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