V A L E N T I N O
Valentino smirked, and gave him a very thorough once-over. “I won’t deny it. We also both know you’re too uptight to ever let me have it though, so what’s the point in discussing hypotheticals, right?” He rolled his eyes and shook his head. “I’m all for having fun, and even getting high every once in awhile. I’m just not going to let my education suffer to do it. I’m going places, Ignacio. My mind needs to stay sharp.” He snorted and accepted the joint back from the older male, taking another hit before he passed it back, eyes narrowing at the other’s words. “Champion or not, I don’t let anyone spoil anything for me, and if there’s something you want me to know, speak plainly,” he said, venom seeping into his voice.
“Because why not? It’s nice to hear you say it out loud but we both know we have a reputation to up hold which we both hate to ruin because of either of us.” he made a crooked grin, noting that even if physical attraction might be there there were far more factors that stopped them than the other might think or label as ‘uptight’. Plainly, he thought breifly, knowing Val was being pushed to his limits---his edge of whatever facade he deemed appropriate for the moment. Valentino de la Cruz’s infamy at Castelobruxo was nothing more that a spoiled punk, one infected with power and believed it only was held by cruelity. “I guess, plainly that is,” exhaling smoke as he spoke, “I know the type of cloaking charm your using isn’t easy let alone meant for just books but hey...” shrugging, “what would I know? After all I’m just some stoner moron after all.”














