 EVIL, MEAN OLD man Aidella | King of Confusion | Brittana | Forever ACROMANTULA
Paulie grinned and turned to Tori, his eyebrow quirking up. "You got detention, too?" For... ONE MONTH STRAIGHT? His eyes bulged a little. Man, that made his seem like nothing! They either must have been reeaally severe at Beauxbatons OR Tori committed some pretty darn impressive crime. "What'd ya do?? And.... I don't know what bouey-.... whatever that word is. Sounds gross, though."
Just her dad's samurai/movie props and weapons collection. Oh yeah, 'cause these were so common. Pffffft. "Yes!" But Tori appeared to have been using her mind-reading powers because she was tugging him in before he had even answered.
His mouth hung slightly ajar as he tried his best to get a glimpse of all the armor and weaponry on either side of him before Tori led him further. He stopped, though, when his eyes landed upon a particular collection of swords. SWORDS. There was absolutely, positively no cooler weapon than the sword. And here were fancy, real ones. "Whoa." He examined the intricacy of the hilt and moved his eyes along the length of the blade, right to the tip. Paulie was mesmerized, to say the least. BUT, the moment Tori mentioned Pops, his head whipped toward her, eyes slightly wider than normal. "Your dad..?"
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GULP.
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