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Post by undrwhelmingquestion on Jun 30, 2015 20:28:01 GMT
It is at this point that Mia concludes the best part of valour is, in fact, intervention, and approaches.
"... Hey there, little brother," she says, gently. (Nine minutes younger precisely, for anyone counting.) "Anything you want to talk about?"
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Post by allofthefeels on Jun 30, 2015 20:35:12 GMT
He looks for all the world like he's about to break.
"Hey, Amelia," he manages, with half a smile. "Didn't think I'd see you up here. And, ah- not so much. Kind of a rough day, is all."
This is not actually a lie. He gives a rueful kind of laugh and stares at his feet.
(The nine minutes thing, he'll let slide. For now.)
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Post by undrwhelmingquestion on Jun 30, 2015 20:44:44 GMT
Mia takes a seat on the undamaged edge of the balcony. "I rather think I know the feeling," she says, vaguely. Then, apropos of very little, with a small smile, she adds: "So, I'm in detention, apparently."
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Post by allofthefeels on Jun 30, 2015 20:48:03 GMT
"Seriously?!" Okay, did not see that one coming. "No way, Mia, you've gotta give me hard evidence. You're just trying to make me feel better, right?"
He elbows her gently in the ribs.
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Post by undrwhelmingquestion on Jul 1, 2015 16:13:55 GMT
She uncurls her fist, and profers the hard evidence in question.
"In fairness, it was sort of self-inflicted. Semi-self-inflicted. Sort of... collaboratively issued? Honestly, I'm a little uncertain as to how to categorise the experience. Puzzling in the extreme, I suppose."
She elbows him back, mostly for the sake of form.
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Post by allofthefeels on Jul 1, 2015 16:23:10 GMT
He inspects the slip. "Mr I? You know I can get you out of this, right?"
Unless it really is some sort of weird, semi-self-inflicted, detention-related double bluff. In which case... she's more than welcome to go?
"So, not to pry, or anything..." Okay, so he's totally fake-prying, whatever. "...but what are you doing up here, anyway?"
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Post by undrwhelmingquestion on Jul 1, 2015 16:33:00 GMT
“Daniel, I could get me out of this, probably. All it’d take is a word in the ear of the Board of Governors about needless persecution of a first-time student offender, and I’d be waltzing out with a verbal warning, sans slip.” She shakes her head. “No, there is nuance here. Trust me.”
She picks at a piece of pulverised brick. “As for what brings me here… it’s something clearly far more pleasant than whatever brought you.” And that’s saying something, considering, well, Max.
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Post by allofthefeels on Jul 1, 2015 16:40:50 GMT
He smirks, and presses his hands to where his heart probably is. "Oh, you know I trust you with my life, Amelia."
-and breaks off. "Oh. Yeah. I, ah. To be honest, I just needed a place to..." Brood copiously about his recently-ex girlfriend? "...think."
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Post by undrwhelmingquestion on Jul 1, 2015 17:07:47 GMT
“Mm-hmm.” Mia knows that look. Way, way too distinctly for her own wellbeing. It’s the Eva-look, and it’s back with a vengeance, and really, only her brother could not only fall for someone so unutterably unappealing, but channel said obsession into its own distinctive pose.
But that’s not really the point.
“Daniel, have you ever thought about maybe finding someone a little more –” empathetic? sane? “… likeable?”
Except okay, maybe it is.
She ponders for a second. “Cassie’s nice.”
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Post by allofthefeels on Jul 1, 2015 17:31:06 GMT
"You know, you were friends once." Perhaps that came out a little more sharply than he intended. "Look, forget it. It's just that Eva's... everything." He runs a hand through his hair, distractedly. "And literally the opposite of Cassie Zarovich, thank god. Credit me with some measure of taste."
Were he not quite so irritated with her, he might even be begging her to take him back. As is, Daniel plans on stewing for at least three more lunch periods before he'll stoop to that level. And, in fact, since she dumped him, isn't the inevitable reconciliation on Eva, this time around?
Anyway.
"Speaking of Zaroviches. Arkady: pretty cute, right? In a bedraggled, pitiable sort of way."
He watches her sidelong.
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Post by undrwhelmingquestion on Jul 1, 2015 19:46:19 GMT
“Let’s not speak of Years Seven to Nine as anything other than what they were: a hideous lapse in judgement spanning several library trips, friendship bracelets innumerable, and an entire key stage,” says Mia, promptly. “Anyway, Cassie is perfectly lovely.” She clears her throat pointedly, hoping to convey the fact that Zarovich-abuse of any variety will not be taken in the friendly spirit in which it was doubtless intended –
- and promptly chokes on her own spit as Arkady is name-dropped.
“Er. You think? I mean, not that I don’t – I mean. Really? Frankly, I’m surprised that you – not that I – rather, that is to say – I’m, um. Sure this sentence contained a predicate somewhere.” She takes a hasty breath. “In conclusion: whatever designs you may or may not have on Arkady Zarovich are most likely doomed from the outset, due to a number of competing factors – the least of which is his deep-seated, generally unfounded dislike of you. So I wouldn’t, er. Try.”
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Post by allofthefeels on Jul 1, 2015 20:13:16 GMT
He bursts out laughing. Good god, Mia. Sixteen years, joined at the hip, and she still can't tell when he's winding her up.
"Well that cheered me up!" He wipes away a tear. "Honestly, if I'd known you were so invested- but, anyway, it doesn't matter." The ghost of a plan - somewhat less nefarious than Daniel's usual, but a plan nevertheless - has just occurred to him. Time for that later.
For now, he tries for a straight face - and barely succeeds in concealing his smirk. "Doomed from the outset, hm? Guess I ought to transfer my affections to an easier target. What do you think of Max Byrd?"
At worst, he'll elicit more sputtering - at best, she'll tell him why they're meeting. He's hoping for a little of both.
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Post by downwardspiral on Jul 2, 2015 13:56:51 GMT
[From here]Un arm appears, then un head, and a body, as Damian climbs up and onto the rooftop from le quad. 'e climbs up and brushes off les bits of wall-dust he acquired during le climb and doffs 'is chapeau at les rooftop inhabitants. "Bonjour!" 'e grins.
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Post by QUEEN on Jul 2, 2015 15:06:32 GMT
{continues from this thread}
With far more dignity than the previous arrival, Max and Bia stride up onto the rooftop. Or rather, Max strides, perfectly toned muscles rippling across his bare chest with every step. Bia sashays alongside him, one slender arm firmly entwined with his. She gazes imperiously down upon the assembled roof-dwellers, her every movement announcing to all the world that the young man at her side is hers, and hers alone. |
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Post by teampad4eva on Jul 2, 2015 15:27:40 GMT
There's a moment's pause as Max surveys the surprisingly crowded rooftop, especially surprising considering how empty most of the school is.
"Well, this always has been a popular sunbathing spot."
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