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Post by twiff on Jan 12, 2009 6:29:02 GMT -5
He felt his stomach jolt, and shot a glance at Sebastien, brow creased in confusion and slight annoyance. He shifted on his feet, before he made up his mind to move, allowing his brain to tick over. He was flattered, kind of, that Sebastien had been seeking him out – after all, he was someone that made you want to be his friend, made you want the attention because obviously he didn’t lavish it on everyone. But there was something too sickeningly sweet. “You don’t have to fucking butter me up.” He laughed, shaking his head while they walked. “I’m not a girl, ya’know.” It was an innocent comment, meant to refer purely to friendship and entice laughter, but for some reason it felt uncomfortable as soon as he said it.
The silence stretched as he mulled the differences they had. Johnny was always prompt to everything – even when he appeared scatter brained he was always conscious of the time. The idea of being late disturbed him, and he truly (oddly) wanted to avoid that at all costs. He didn’t comment on his own philosophy of time-management though, rather let it slide as he pushed through the doors which had swung shut with a faint breeze earlier. He had began to enjoy silence when Sebastien spoke again and he shrugged in a non-committal way.
“Probably not in town.” Small talk wasn’t his forte today, and it was painful to go through it with the third year now. “You know, you can avoid the small talk if you want?” Bluntly tired and sick, his subtle mode was turned well off, as if that hadn’t been proven earlier with his spectacular display. He still allowed a grin and looked over at the other boy with a quirked brow.
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Anna
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the guilty one.
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Post by Anna on Jan 12, 2009 19:42:49 GMT -5
Sebastien had the decency to look mildly surprised at the look that was directed his way. The words themselves caught him off guard, and paired with the conflicting laughter in his voice and the uncomfortable look on his face, overall, it wasn’t the reaction Sebastien had expected from his innocent little words. “Butter you up?” he repeated. “Not particularly. I just felt the need to assert the fact that I am not a stalker. That’s quite an accusation, you know.”
If Johnny thought Sebastien was going for flattery, he was sadly mistaken. Through trial and error, the blond boy had learned not to be a brownnoser. No one respected an ass kisser, and he knew that. But Johnny’s response was satisfying in its own way. Was he sensitive? Or had Sebastien for once come off wrong? It was possible—rare, to be honestly, for the boy in such control of how others perceived him—but entirely possible.
Johnny’s shrug was mirrored thoughtlessly, sloped shoulders rising as if to say whatever you say. “To be perfectly honest, I don’t believe in small talk,” he explained. “I won’t ask anything I’m not interested in knowing the answer to. But suit yourself—it looks as if you’ll make it to class on your own alright, so I’ll just see you later.”
Sebastien didn’t want to overstay his welcome. Baby steps. Slow and steady wins the race. Whatever it was called. And so, he veered his path, heading toward the way to the opposite wing where his next class was. A few steps away, he turned slightly and called pleasantly over his shoulder, “Next time, you can seek me out.”
ooc. I think after Johnny’s response, that’ll do it, no? Time to throw the boys together another way? (:
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Post by twiff on Jan 12, 2009 22:47:23 GMT -5
((Sure sure! <3 It'll certainly be interesting to see how hard Sebastien can break him. =) ))
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