kiran-thakkar:
Ugh, she was so annoying. He threw up his hands in defeat, slowly, like he was on drugs. Oh hey. He was. Look a’that. He dodged the fry, because he wasn’t about to have fries in his hair, it was a sloppy dodge, but he had enough time to get out of the trajectory. “Kay, kay. Um stoned,” he slurred, then studied her as she said there were enough people who would love to take his spot on the team. Surely there were, and Kiran would never say there weren’t enough people who would make just as much an excellent keeper as him, but so far he guessed nobody dared to kick him off the squad because he had at least some value to the team, he hoped.
Honestly, he would be more devastated if he got kicked off than his team members would be missing him. And that should probably have him worried, but alas it did not. “A half-baked junkee who is pretty great at keeping.” That wasn’t a word.
He flinched at the word untouchable though. Untouchable he certainly wasn’t. He shook the feeling away, certain that if his mind bore down on such things, he would find himself in terrible circumstances, and drugs be damned, they would pull him under even faster. Like being pulled under in the sea. “Nah. Don think that.” He pushed some more fries in her direction, now considering it some kind of peace offering. His face had changed from stoned joy to malcontent.
High, stoned, whatever. Tomay-to, tomah-to. Particularly because he goes on to describe himself as a half-baked junkie, Evra isn’t about to split hairs. She wouldn’t even usually be so particular about other people’s habits - she herself is very image conscious, but other people can do what they want. It’s just that Kiran is supposed to represent the team, and if he’s going to get high, he should do it in private.
He shouldn’t be sitting here, in front of everyone, clearly on something.
Something she said seemed to have an effect on him, though, as the lazy grin slid away from his face. It was inconvenient, actually, because Evra’s always struggled to maintain any sort of a rage when people bend or break. She pursed her lips, exhaling steadily, before accepting a chip from his plate. Maybe she should try to have some sympathy; maybe rather than judging him, she should be wondering why he’s sitting, high as a kite, in the middle of the Great Hall. Her expression softened, just a touch. “Are you, like... okay?” She asked at length, carefully biting into another chip. He might be a pain in the arse, but he’s a teammate as well. “Doesn’t seem super normal to be in this kind of state so early in the day.”











