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Lottiepot · 08-11-2023, 01:19 AM

SPOILER!!: Playing Piggy in the Middle Here

Quote:

Originally Posted by Lissy Longbottom

Moe had been preparing a quip in response to Joseph's observational skills comment, but it quickly died on his tongue when he made the comment that he was a brown-noser. As if his desire to please the matriach of their family could be boiled down to something that simple! He scowled at him. Had they been at home, he would have launched on a tirade about how he had just as complicated a relationship with their grandmother as Joseph did, but with Fynley here, and the fact they were on the train...it wasn't the time or place.

Also...they didn't talk. So. You know. There was that whole thing.

Moritz's hackles went down just a smidge and he sighed. "Not that you'll care, but I figure I'll be receiving one of my own when she sees how I performed on my History of Magic exam," he grumbled, his cheeks blushing ever so slightly. Again, he was going to place some of that blame on his twin. He could probably smooth over this whole thing by telling him that he'd been worried about him, and he simply didn't want to see him throw his life away by skipping out on exams...

But as always, he didn't. Instead, he turned to Fyn and managed a small smile. "You know us 'claws. Always dramatic," he joked. His anger was starting to deflate a little, and he cleared his throat, cracking his knuckles out of habit as he studied the pair.

"You could have told me, you know. Contrary to what you probably believe, I wouldn't have ratted you out," he told them, speaking to both of them but mostly looking at Fyn so he could avoid his twin's gaze. His statement could have applied to something else as well, but he wouldn't bring that up out of respect. "I probably would have called you stupid for doing it - and I still think that, by the way, but...yeah," he trailed off. Because he worried about his brother, he wanted to add.

He wouldn't, though.

Quote:

Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie

Text Cut: the 'everything is fine' crew

Yes, please go on again about how he was perfect. He would internally disagree while externally lap it all up.

But yeah. Fine. Whatever. He would stop talking about them, something easily accomplished considering how very little he cared about them in the first place. "I doubt they'll let me near the equipment on an actual person any time soon. Probably some bogus regulations about having to be of-age for that," he sighed and ran his other hand through his long blonde hair and twirled a bit of it around his finger at the conclusion of the sweep. While he had never considered the industry himself, he had the feeling that he would become infatuated with it easily enough. "But, maybe if you're lucky, you'll be my first client." He knew the perfect spot to work on as well.

If only such light and hopeful conversation had been permitted to continue.

His brother was right about one thing, Joseph did not care though it was less about Moe getting into trouble and all to do with not caring about that woman's opinion of them. "Great, more confetti for the pile," he grumbled. Meant he was in for another as well considering of those he had taken he had only applied himself to maybe two, the only two that mattered in his eyes. The pounding in his head continued to intensify, as did the pressure he applied to his ear with his finger in hopes of numbing the noise even just a little. It also suddenly felt unnaturally bright in this compartment and if he could get the rest of his limbs to cooperate he would be inclined to close the shades. Despite his brother softening, as he usually did because his brother had in his possession a staggeringly compassionate heart in spite of having rocks for brains, the heaviness in the air and the grotesque churning in Joseph's stomach did not. Though he had perfected his stone face during such times, little beads of perspiration still began dotting his brow. "Right...because you know so much about my beliefs."

And who's fault was that? No comment.

His lips twitched ever so slightly into a grimace as he looked at what Fynley was offering him and, with relief in his touch as his fingers brushed over the other's, quickly snatched the earpod from him and as non-chalantly-as-possible blew a bit of dust off it. His eyes, seemingly darker than usual despite maintaining their usual bright blue luster, met his mate's in an almost apologetic glance. Lingering for just another breath, Joseph slipped the other earpod into his ear and leaned back in his seat to a slouched position with his hands folded on his stomach and closed as he let the music take him for a moment (or ten) and the rest of the noise faded into a hazy white. "...are you done then?" he asked, peeking one eye open to look at his brother. And one of his hands left his stomach to inch its way across the seat in search of Fynley's touch again - the foot tap had been very much noticed and appreciated, by the way. "I'd like to get back to my peace."

Perfection was arguably in the eye of the beholder. If Joseph had asked he would’ve yielded to his ego and mentioned it again. As it happened the conversation moved on to using Fynley as a practice model for his potential future career development. “I’m not sure ‘lucky’ is the right word to use for a test Guinea Pig” he smirked. Sadly the teasing would have to wait until after the interruption had left.

Fynley’s comment over Moe’s dramatic entrance had thankfully not been taken poorly and was answered with a joke and a smile. “Maybe you should join Drama Club too, give you something to bond over?” The suggestion was made in jest but there was a part of him that thought it might‘ve been a good idea. If worst case to worst they could at least choreograph a duel scene in order to take their frustrations out on each other without it actually becoming physical.

Well this interaction was as painfully awkward as it could get for Fynley, trapped in a family feud between quarrelling twins. In fact the tension in the air in the compartment was thick enough to cut with a knife and despite not having the same abilities as Joseph even HE could feel the atmosphere storming up. Would it be acceptable if he just slipped his way out and let them get on with it? The Slytherin was trapped in the compulsion to support Joseph should he want it but to also not get in the way. “Do you want me to leave?” he asked glancing between them both as if he were a spectator at a tennis match although whether his words were heard over the tension was debatable.

At least Moe was trying to get through to Joseph, he couldn’t fault him for that. Arguably they were both at fault and there had to be effort from both sides to understand one another in order to fix the fragile state of their relationship. Not that Fynley was in any hurry to voice that opinion to either of them in the fear that HE would then be caught in the metaphorical duel. “At the end of the day we’re fine. No one died, no one got hurt. We made a decision and it’s US that’s paying for it.” Neither of them regretted it either despite the consequences. Was he trying to neutralise the situation? Absolutely.

Before the sixteen year could attempt any more damage control, Joseph was once again indulging in his usual behaviour of blocking out the world with his music, only this time he had met Fynley’s gaze with a softer approach and the hand that was once blocking out the noise was again migrating across the seat in his direction. He glanced down to where it had landed, then back over towards Moe, then back at Joseph to figure out whether this was an open invitation to show what was really happening before entwining his fingers into his companions and giving his hand a gentle comforting squeeze.

08-11-2023, 01:19 AM	#15 (permalink)
Lottiepot Graphorn Join Date: Feb 2010 Location: winks Posts: 17,993 Hogwarts RPG Name: Elias Greenwood Slytherin Graduated x12 x6	HeadGirlMC \| Treddie & Trixiver <3 \| Copy Girl \| Katie's Ickle Minion \| I love YOU more SPOILER!!: Playing Piggy in the Middle Here Quote: Originally Posted by Lissy Longbottom Moe had been preparing a quip in response to Joseph's observational skills comment, but it quickly died on his tongue when he made the comment that he was a brown-noser. As if his desire to please the matriach of their family could be boiled down to something that simple! He scowled at him. Had they been at home, he would have launched on a tirade about how he had just as complicated a relationship with their grandmother as Joseph did, but with Fynley here, and the fact they were on the train...it wasn't the time or place. Also...they didn't talk. So. You know. There was that whole thing. Moritz's hackles went down just a smidge and he sighed. "Not that you'll care, but I figure I'll be receiving one of my own when she sees how I performed on my History of Magic exam," he grumbled, his cheeks blushing ever so slightly. Again, he was going to place some of that blame on his twin. He could probably smooth over this whole thing by telling him that he'd been worried about him, and he simply didn't want to see him throw his life away by skipping out on exams... But as always, he didn't. Instead, he turned to Fyn and managed a small smile. "You know us 'claws. Always dramatic," he joked. His anger was starting to deflate a little, and he cleared his throat, cracking his knuckles out of habit as he studied the pair. "You could have told me, you know. Contrary to what you probably believe, I wouldn't have ratted you out," he told them, speaking to both of them but mostly looking at Fyn so he could avoid his twin's gaze. His statement could have applied to something else as well, but he wouldn't bring that up out of respect. "I probably would have called you stupid for doing it - and I still think that, by the way, but...yeah," he trailed off. Because he worried about his brother, he wanted to add. He wouldn't, though. Quote: Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie Text Cut: the 'everything is fine' crew Yes, please go on again about how he was perfect. He would internally disagree while externally lap it all up. But yeah. Fine. Whatever. He would stop talking about them, something easily accomplished considering how very little he cared about them in the first place. "I doubt they'll let me near the equipment on an actual person any time soon. Probably some bogus regulations about having to be of-age for that," he sighed and ran his other hand through his long blonde hair and twirled a bit of it around his finger at the conclusion of the sweep. While he had never considered the industry himself, he had the feeling that he would become infatuated with it easily enough. "But, maybe if you're lucky, you'll be my first client." He knew the perfect spot to work on as well. If only such light and hopeful conversation had been permitted to continue. His brother was right about one thing, Joseph did not care though it was less about Moe getting into trouble and all to do with not caring about that woman's opinion of them. "Great, more confetti for the pile," he grumbled. Meant he was in for another as well considering of those he had taken he had only applied himself to maybe two, the only two that mattered in his eyes. The pounding in his head continued to intensify, as did the pressure he applied to his ear with his finger in hopes of numbing the noise even just a little. It also suddenly felt unnaturally bright in this compartment and if he could get the rest of his limbs to cooperate he would be inclined to close the shades. Despite his brother softening, as he usually did because his brother had in his possession a staggeringly compassionate heart in spite of having rocks for brains, the heaviness in the air and the grotesque churning in Joseph's stomach did not. Though he had perfected his stone face during such times, little beads of perspiration still began dotting his brow. "Right...because you know so much about my beliefs." And who's fault was that? No comment. His lips twitched ever so slightly into a grimace as he looked at what Fynley was offering him and, with relief in his touch as his fingers brushed over the other's, quickly snatched the earpod from him and as non-chalantly-as-possible blew a bit of dust off it. His eyes, seemingly darker than usual despite maintaining their usual bright blue luster, met his mate's in an almost apologetic glance. Lingering for just another breath, Joseph slipped the other earpod into his ear and leaned back in his seat to a slouched position with his hands folded on his stomach and closed as he let the music take him for a moment (or ten) and the rest of the noise faded into a hazy white. "...are you done then?" he asked, peeking one eye open to look at his brother. And one of his hands left his stomach to inch its way across the seat in search of Fynley's touch again - the foot tap had been very much noticed and appreciated, by the way. "I'd like to get back to my peace." Perfection was arguably in the eye of the beholder. If Joseph had asked he would’ve yielded to his ego and mentioned it again. As it happened the conversation moved on to using Fynley as a practice model for his potential future career development. “I’m not sure ‘lucky’ is the right word to use for a test Guinea Pig” he smirked. Sadly the teasing would have to wait until after the interruption had left. Fynley’s comment over Moe’s dramatic entrance had thankfully not been taken poorly and was answered with a joke and a smile. “Maybe you should join Drama Club too, give you something to bond over?” The suggestion was made in jest but there was a part of him that thought it might‘ve been a good idea. If worst case to worst they could at least choreograph a duel scene in order to take their frustrations out on each other without it actually becoming physical. Well this interaction was as painfully awkward as it could get for Fynley, trapped in a family feud between quarrelling twins. In fact the tension in the air in the compartment was thick enough to cut with a knife and despite not having the same abilities as Joseph even HE could feel the atmosphere storming up. Would it be acceptable if he just slipped his way out and let them get on with it? The Slytherin was trapped in the compulsion to support Joseph should he want it but to also not get in the way. “Do you want me to leave?” he asked glancing between them both as if he were a spectator at a tennis match although whether his words were heard over the tension was debatable. At least Moe was trying to get through to Joseph, he couldn’t fault him for that. Arguably they were both at fault and there had to be effort from both sides to understand one another in order to fix the fragile state of their relationship. Not that Fynley was in any hurry to voice that opinion to either of them in the fear that HE would then be caught in the metaphorical duel. *“At the end of the day we’re fine. No one died, no one got hurt. We made a decision and it’s US that’s paying for it.”* Neither of them regretted it either despite the consequences. Was he trying to neutralise the situation? Absolutely. Before the sixteen year could attempt any more damage control, Joseph was once again indulging in his usual behaviour of blocking out the world with his music, only this time he had met Fynley’s gaze with a softer approach and the hand that was once blocking out the noise was again migrating across the seat in his direction. He glanced down to where it had landed, then back over towards Moe, then back at Joseph to figure out whether this was an open invitation to show what was really happening before entwining his fingers into his companions and giving his hand a gentle comforting squeeze. __________________