Says the dickhead setting the garden on fire. That serial rapist vampire kid planted those, you know. He's gonna have your ass for that. And I mean literally.
Serial rapist vampire?! [Oh god, he's laughing forever. He can't begin to imagine who that could possibly be, and doesn't care in the slightest.] Okay, new game, just describe everyone you've met here so far. Not even for me to guess, just because that's fucking hilarious.
[And her face creaks into a smile. It really shouldn't suit her, seeing as she's a piece of shit 105% of the time, but Jewell really does have a pretty smile.]
Damn, that one's harsh. [He's still grinning, though.] He's actually a good time, don't write him off too fast. But I think five hundred bucks is lowballing it on the hair.
I don't even feel heat. If I did, it wouldn't be offense on anyone else's behalf, trust me.
[Which is why he's not asking about Ryan. He can get a bit strange and protective about Ryan, and he's not even willing to admit that to himself, never mind show it to anyone else.]
Not my fault the fire joke went south on you. That's why I tell people to just not make them. Better for everyone involved.
[He snorts, covering his mouth with one hand.]
Romanian. Yeah, that's Petre. This is one ass he'll never get to, and he knows it damn well, but thanks for the warning. Good to know someone's looking out for my honour. [Still just barely stifling the laughter that really wants to come out.]
He won't, though. That's the thing about getting a mutation that can control other people - mutants like that always wanna prove they could do it without that power. And I'm his test case.
[He sits back smugly, hands behind his head.]
Even telepathically-derived mutations have a weakness.
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[No allergies, of course.]
This is a fun game. My turn: answering a question with a question makes you look like you're hiding the real answer. Or like mine was right.
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[how's that.]
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[And somehow, bitch doesn't even sound like the insult it probably should.]
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[Did you call her interesting tho]
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Five bucks.
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For...?
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[looks so serious right now.]
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[HE'S JUST SAYING.]
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[Mockery is dripping from his tone.]
What a way to treat an obvious lady. Alright, please, will you do me the pleasure of sharing your opinions on the rest of the school?
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Since you asked me so nicely.
Pick someone.
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Obvious first choice. The Professor.
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That's cheating. Pretty sure that's his actual title.
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[He takes a seat on the bench beside her, then glances over with a little grin.]
Please. And thank you.
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Five-hundred dollar bowl-cut crackwhore.
[Or not.]
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[she's smiling. Not at him, just at her own sense of satisfaction. She writes everyone off.]
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[Which is why he's not asking about Ryan. He can get a bit strange and protective about Ryan, and he's not even willing to admit that to himself, never mind show it to anyone else.]
So if Harry's not the vampire - you mean Petre?
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Okay, special snowflake. Welcome to the fucking kingdom of every other snowflake on Earth.
[She's picking at her hair again. Not a nervous habit, just... a habit.]
Don't know. The Russian guy. He's been buttfucking half the school since he got here.
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[He snorts, covering his mouth with one hand.]
Romanian. Yeah, that's Petre. This is one ass he'll never get to, and he knows it damn well, but thanks for the warning. Good to know someone's looking out for my honour. [Still just barely stifling the laughter that really wants to come out.]
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[A RUSSIAN UNICORN]
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[He sits back smugly, hands behind his head.]
Even telepathically-derived mutations have a weakness.
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