SPOILER!!: Rooney & Mr Kitridge
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Rooney nodded about wearing his badge with pride and felt a little bad that he hadn't been before now. It had been a huge important thing for him when he had got it and now he was certain that Mr Kitridge thought he didn't want it. When it was all that he wanted. "Yessir." At least his Head of House had said it was a good thing that he had called the meeting he had. It did a lot to make him feel much better about it all, especially after he had walked out of the meeting himself. Of course, Roo did expect Sabbath to insist that he wasn't rude at all, and it wasn't fair for him to scoff if he didn't believe him. But oh ho, he did.
Rooney Bronwyn was a scoffer. And Sabbath talked a lot for someone who said nothing.
"Saying it was a little bit of a push doesn't excuse the fact he has a bruise on his face." And...if he did, then maybe he really was the one that needed a punch to the face. Not that Rooney would be able to give it himself, but he would probably suggest that Noah did it. Under the radar. So much so that it wouldn't come back to hi-- Miss Charlotte. No. Who was this little... "Unfortunately, Sabbath... The opinions of a girl I know do not affect my own opinions. Therefore, I still find you relatively rude." And just because he was kissing Char on a frequent basis, that didn't say he changed what he thought of people for her. Hell, he was struggling enough to try and be nice to people she liked.
And Sabbath was not one of them. Nuh uh.
"Manners don't mean you're not rude. I could tell you to shut up, and it would still be rude if I said please afterwards. Redundant point made." Much like any point that the kid made. Any and every point, actually. All of the points he made were utterly redundant. Utterly. "Noah and I aren't actually friends, Sir." Not yet.
Sabbath narrowed his eyes at Rooney, and retorted with a shrug
"I didn't make that bruise on his face, he just bumped his face on the table. You're entitled to your opinions Rooney, but to be frank, Miss Kettleburn's opinions of me are much more interesting than yours". "I trust she liked the flowers I sent her?" he asked with a cheeky smile
"They were her favourites, afterall.. peonies.. but, of course, you would know that". He watched Rooney's expression, maintaining his smug smile, and wondering, yet again, how Lotti could stand to kiss this dufus.
He turned to Mr Kitridge, warming his smile
"I do apologise, Sir, for any distress I may have caused to anyone. I'll be sure think twice before I act next time.