Amycus looked up from his cellphone with a glare as another student bumped shoulders with him, taking a couple steps to the side to be out of the doorway completely. Asshole. He went back to angrily typing on his phone, chewing on his bottom lip as he waited for a reply. He groaned when he read it, slumping his shoulders and grimacing at the wall across the hall from him. Great.
The boy was quick to stuff the phone back into his pocket as he made his way to the cafeteria, which was overcrowded like every lunch period. Really, the ceiling was fucking 30 feet up there but there was literally 2 feet between each table to walk. Stupid fucking ‘go to school in an old castle’ bullshit. At least the dorm building were actually new buildings. He’d bet otherwise the kids would be living in some fucking dungeon, or something equally as thrilling.
Now here was the extra fun part. Identify his friends by their hairstyles because everyone wore a uniform. Sure, dorm colors blah blah, who the fuck stared at everyone’s ties? His eyes flickered from person to person before he spotted his friend, making his way quickly over to the table before he even got his food.
Amycus exchanged a dirty look with the girl already seated at the table, snorting when she wordlessly got up and scooted a few feet away. Pulling off his bag and setting in on the table with a thud, Amycus looked to Barty with a rather tired face.
“Hypothetically, how much alcohol and illicit drugs would it take for murder. Really, for you to kill me and, make it look like an accident? Like, give me a round number. Estimate.”
The boy rolled his eyes to the ceiling when his cellphone buzzed, pulling it out to look at it again, muttering as he typed a response, “I’ll pay you extra if it’s, within the week. Like soon. You’d be putting me out of my fuckin’ misery.” He sat down with a thud, draping his arms over the backpack and putting his chin on top of it.