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Tazenhani · 05-09-2011, 05:37 AM

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Originally Posted by Ashwinder

For pretty much the first time since Mihkel had faked tossing her over the side, Hateya didn't look terrified or angry. The look on her face was one of open amazement at how stupid he actually was. It was almost, almost sympathetic.

"Of course I'll tell them. Girls aren't boys, Mikey. They won't think I'm a coward; they'll think that you're a terrible person for being so mean to a little girl. A sixth year picking on someone who doesn't even know a single spell." She reached out with her free hand and offered a conciliatory pat to his head (since he went and lowered it for her), "Girls don't like mean boys."

And she felt her mouth give a teensy tiny twitch up at the red spot on his leg, "I'd be more worried about boys finding out how you got that, if I were you. Since boys do care about stuff like that."

Her brother, case in point, had tried to dismiss the single fight he'd got into, because he didn't want people to know he'd been decked in one hit. And that fight was with a boy his age, not a firstie girl.

That...hadn't gone over how he expected it to.

His head drew back and he chewed a frown onto his lips. Not how he expected at all.

Letting the pantleg drop over his growing bruise, he spared a glance over the railing once again. Maybe he would drop her over the side.

Le sigh. So much for happy days.

"I suppose you want an apology then." Eyeroll back to the little gretchen.

05-09-2011, 05:37 AM	#32 (permalink)
Tazenhani DMLE & DoM Doxy Join Date: Oct 2009 Posts: 6,150 Hogwarts RPG Name: Amur Neverwinter Fourth Year	~ Rise and Rise Again, Until Lambs become Lions ~ Quote: Originally Posted by Ashwinder For pretty much the first time since Mihkel had faked tossing her over the side, Hateya didn't look terrified or angry. The look on her face was one of open amazement at how stupid he actually was. It was almost, almost sympathetic. "Of course I'll tell them. Girls aren't boys, Mikey. They won't think I'm a coward; they'll think that you're a terrible person for being so mean to a little girl. A sixth year picking on someone who doesn't even know a single spell." She reached out with her free hand and offered a conciliatory pat to his head (since he went and lowered it for her), "Girls don't like mean boys." And she felt her mouth give a teensy tiny twitch up at the red spot on his leg, "I'd be more worried about boys finding out how you got that, if I were you. Since boys do care about stuff like that." Her brother, case in point, had tried to dismiss the single fight he'd got into, because he didn't want people to know he'd been decked in one hit. And that fight was with a boy his age, not a firstie girl. That...hadn't gone over how he expected it to. His head drew back and he chewed a frown onto his lips. Not how he expected at all. Letting the pantleg drop over his growing bruise, he spared a glance over the railing once again. Maybe he would drop her over the side. Le sigh. So much for happy days. "I suppose you want an apology then." Eyeroll back to the little gretchen. __________________ I've got a fire for a heart._________________________________________________ I'm not scared of the dark._________________________________________ _______________________________________You've never seen it look so easy.