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[ Bed time! It's one in the morning (oh god, I stayed up playing Gears of War with my brother--). I'll reply to Cheslockbby, Redmond (uhms, escarlate-prefet) && Ciel (potentiaxregere) after work tomorrow, mm~? (11am-6pm, long shift;;). Don't be afraid of leaving messages and whatnot.~ ]
p4-violet started following cheslocke
☠ When the dark-haired prefect appeared, Cheslock’s freedom was not anymore. He rushed to his side, still keeping a respectable distance between their bodies, eyes to the floor but still stealing a glance of the pale Wolf, as if he could not stop himself. Equally sudden came his raspy voice to show, only a mutter. “It is done” The musician stated severely, an arm and an atypical poised hand directing the other to a darker room where his beverages awaited.
|| A minor tilt of head, dark and lighter strands of hair cascading along with the movement as the prefect's eyes examined the younger student if only briefly; a pale hand reached up to absentmindedly tug black cloth down. Once within the confinements of Purple House, the cloak sometimes ended up abandoning its usual task of concealing most of Gregory's face.
"..I see." responded in a casual, low tone, strolling over to where the drinks were. Hands took a different cup each, taking them with him towards a nearby seat in order to fool around, mix them and try their taste.
I really love the music on your blog. It's so eery and Violet-like.//
[ Huhuhu~ thank you. That's le Gazette for you. ;; ]
[ B O N D S page added. ]
|| Maybe if he stays quiet, no one would bother notice him.
No luck, Redmond’s still around.
You’re up still I see Violet, working on another drawing?
|| Ignore everyone's presence, maybe they'd poof; even Redmond-- wait, darn. Redmond. "..You're still awake as well, it seems." More importantly, why was the prefect here? Odd. Nonetheless, the question was subtly avoided in the end; he found no interest in it.
|| Maybe if he stays quiet, no one would bother notice him.
|| At times it was a puzzle in itself to try and understand how a person could talk so much nonsense; Redmond sure enjoyed to run his mouth more than what should be tolerated. However, even Violet Wolf students could be as loud (and this isn’t a reference to a particular fag—) and nosy. He hadn’t moved an inch except for digits working to draw lines, before personal bubble was suddenly, rudely, invaded.
Unamused glance as piece of charcoal casually slipped past fingertips and (magically) flew towards the annoyance of a blond in an automatic reflex when the defiance became too much. “…No peeking.”
“But.” Sharp protest in unbecoming manner as man sought to literally bump foreheads. Invasive and deliberately irritating to the extreme whereby if a certain noisy fag were present he dare not lest shins earned a not so subtle kick. Mutt.
“I have cake.” Lied rather obviously. Plus, why would Violet want cake prepared by Joanne when Cheslock was perfectly capable of making his own? Although then again who said he had it specifically on his person? Certainly not Edgar~
“If you let me see then I’ll have some sent to your dorm~”
|| Rare as it may be, he wished the place was packed with other people so this annoying prefect could divert his attention to someone else; perhaps if Bluer were to be around, Violet's wholly existence could be ignored? Ah, that would be nice indeed. "Hm." Why would he want cake in the first place?
Nonetheless, clipboard was turned around to show the blond the results of his 'work' - a rather too familiar blond in the very same pose he hadn't bothered to sketch when the 'model' had so nicely posed for him back then. "..Cake and tea."
「✎」|| ➛ Rule # 8
Students will apply themselves without neglecting their studies or training.
[ Gotta go fetch food and whatnot. Be back in like twenty minutes! I'll post Edgar's reply when I get back. Along with a startin' post for Edgar AND I'm going to start on that relationships pagey, too-- ]
“I found I could say things with color and shapes that I couldn’t say any other way - things I had no words for.”
-Georgia O’Keeffe (via javafueledcreation)
|| “…” there was an immediate attempt to block out a certain insect’s prefect’s voice in order to focus solely on the task he’d busied himself with almost instantly upon acknowledging Redmond’s presence. In all honesty, Gregory just couldn’t find himself concentrating on a single idea for long periods of time—
— and instead he seemed to choose (trolling) doodling other, seemingly more interesting, specimen. “Probably nothing.” admitted, blank tone, as per usual, lacing his words.
“A little more then nothing.” He contested, taking the liberty of lifting his arms in a defiant stretch above his head, before bridging the gap between them to rather invasively peer over the top of others clipboard. Of course, he was practically inviting a swat of said item to the face but well aware of the risk- he had weighed out such pros and cons within moments- he settled for knowing he would have just enough time to catch the others arm if such action was resulted.
“Hmm~ What’s the point of being an artist if you guard your masterpieces so fiercely, Greg? Just a little peek.”
|| At times it was a puzzle in itself to try and understand how a person could talk so much nonsense; Redmond sure enjoyed to run his mouth more than what should be tolerated. However, even Violet Wolf students could be as loud (and this isn't a reference to a particular fag--) and nosy. He hadn't moved an inch except for digits working to draw lines, before personal bubble was suddenly, rudely, invaded.
Unamused glance as piece of charcoal casually slipped past fingertips and (magically) flew towards the annoyance of a blond in an automatic reflex when the defiance became too much. "...No peeking."
|| Completely used to the blond’s usual presence and words that were, most of the time, utterly ignored, head tilted only slightly as orbs of a violet hue observed the simple sketch he’d randomly stared — “Do I?” Questioned in return, distractedly at that.
”..Don’t move.” a sudden change of conversation, if there was even one to begin with.
It was instinct to stiffen as the other commanded it although he decided to partake of the usual game— Annoy Violet. Or rather, cooperate in all but the slight change of pose occasionally until he incurred wrath. He’d observed (once, by chance) the other didn’t even seem to sketch his subject anyway so what mattered about it? Nothing! Not a single jot~
“What is my obedience worth?” He purred, sanguine smirk as blonde locks tumbled e’er so slightly with the shift of head, slight cant. Crimson eyes fixed upon the cloaked wonder.
|| "..." there was an immediate attempt to block out a certain insect's prefect's voice in order to focus solely on the task he'd busied himself with almost instantly upon acknowledging Redmond's presence. In all honesty, Gregory just couldn't find himself concentrating on a single idea for long periods of time--
-- and instead he seemed to choose (trolling) doodling other, seemingly more interesting, specimen. "Probably nothing." admitted, blank tone, as per usual, lacing his words.
— { ❤ } “I’m perfectly fine with that.” He was comfy slung over his chair in a most ungentlemanly fashion. “I’ll just have Harcourt send for some food for us.” And it was as easy as waiting for the petite fag to return with their order of sandwiches and cakes and the like; Luckily they already had a teapot set on the table before them. “I’ve never actually seen you eat.” Did he eat paper? Chew paintbrushes? Edgar was a little fixated on those painted lips sometimes in all honesty.
|| Was it so strange? Not that he minded if the other thought so, his mind normally wandered elsewhere without bothering to ponder about his surroundings and the 'what ifs' of life and its creatures. Eyes lifted momentarily to gift the blond a brief glance before returning to his 'doodles'.
"You're weird." Ah, look; the pot calling the kettle black.
scarletfoxprefect replied to your post: Gregory~ I heard from a young Violet Wolf that without your cloak you’re like a naked mole rat. Is this true~?
“Hmmh~ You seem happy today.” Oh so eloquent sarcasm drizzled only lightly from upbeat tone as the Scarlet Fox prefect grinned and seemed unabuffed by the others predictably rude response. Oh, he was sure somewhere deep down this was just endearment. Somehow.
|| Completely used to the blond's usual presence and words that were, most of the time, utterly ignored, head tilted only slightly as orbs of a violet hue observed the simple sketch he'd randomly stared -- "Do I?" Questioned in return, distractedly at that.
"..Don't move." a sudden change of conversation, if there was even one to begin with.
Gregory~ I heard from a young Violet Wolf that without your cloak you're like a naked mole rat. Is this true~?
|| "Who knows," muttered, proceeding to sketch such thing out of mere curiosity. "What would that make you?" If he was a rat, then what was Redmond? An insect?
Suddenly the Weston RPers I’ve missed are alive again— and I missed all their activity.
NOPE LOL STILL HERE BOOKWORM.
YOU DON’T COUNT, LOSER
OF COURSE I COUNT I'M YOUR BEST FRIEND.
