♒ 02 ♒

[greaselightning]

so vwhat do you knowv, another year has gone by and im at the ripe age of sevwenteen starting today.
im certain not many of you knewv of my birthday, but thats alright, it isnt too late to vwish me svwell one, or to offer me any gifts you might havwe. ill be in the courtyard for the record, if saying it to my pretty face is more your style.

((ooc: This is actually backdated to the 18th, because I suck at doing stuff on time. Feel free to answer through the journal or action, either works fine!))

Comments

[preanimator]

[The smaller boy jerks, startled at being touched by someone who's very nearly a stranger. He's not averse to physical contact, but who the hell is this guy? They're not the same year or the same House, so what's with all the familiarity? He stares up accusingly at Cronus, trying to lean away from him.]

Oh, yes, and what kind of marks do you get? I suppose you just happen to have an interest in medical science and magic, do you? [acidly, though there's some confusion on his face, too, because he's really not used to fending off overly friendly junior classmen]

[greaselightning]

My marks are good, good enough anyway. You really shouldn't be judging others on their marks though, that's pretty fucking rude, chief, not to mention pretty pretentious.

[He pays literally no mind to the jerk, either. He honestly doesn't care how uncomfortable he's making the other boy, because what is not being a selfish asshole?]

I could have an interest, if that's what you want?

[preanimator]

How is it pretentious to want to engage in intelligent conversation with someone? And I'm fairly sure you couldn't have an interest, or even fake it properly, if this is your approach. Why is it you're touching me again?