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[chen_takurai]

Date/Time: 'No Place Like Home' / Monday, October 23rd, 2006 / 9:12 AM
Location: Men's restroom
Open to: Illiad
Currently Involving: Chen

Chen moved a tiny bit closer to the mirror, adjusting the angle of his chin slightly. He blinked a few times before opening his eyelid wide again, carefully applying his mascara. He was particularly fond of the type

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[homely_illiad]

Chen was a very lucky boy this morning.

While Illiad had previously made fun of him because Chen had the misfortune of bearing the own stammer Illiad himself had gotten rid of, the Slytherin had not yet quit his make-up wearing habit and it would therefore, be hypocritical for him to tease the Ravenclaw for his own.

Which made Chen extremely lucky.

But it didn't help the Claw's position that Illiad was in a very sour mood today. Some complete loser had 'accidently' (or so he claimed) spilled marmalade all down Illiad's front. As if! Illiad hadn't bothered retaliating, too concerned the orange mess would stain. He'd run into the bathroom without even looking at Chen, pulling off shirt and tie in attempts to wash it clean.

"Damnit!"

[chen_takurai]

Chen always liked to believe he had good luck. He didn't know if it was true or not, but he liked to trick himself into believing it was.

But marmalade... Now that WOULD be terrible.

Chen jumped a little when Illiad burst into the washroom. His eyes fell upon the mess that covered the Snake's vest. He tried his best to hold in his laughter, for he feared the consequences. After all, a little emo boy with marmalade-covered clothes was one of the worst types of bitches. Especially considering it was Illiad Hawkins.

He decided it was best not to say anything, but instead Chen cast a concerned glance at Illiad. Not out of concern for him, but for the shirt.

[homely_illiad]

Illiad, undoutably, would much prefer some ridiculous baby like Chen pitying his shirt more than him-- thank you very much! He didn't need his cousins idiot friends thinking he needed their help, or their pity! He could get by well enough on his own.

"What are you looking at, Bludger-face?" he asked the Asian boy, sneering the moment he caught Chen watching him scrub his shirt so furiously. "Someone punch you? You've smeared your mascara, like a damned queen," he noted where the brush had moved when Illiad's enterence had startled Chen and the other boy had jumped.

Not that it wasn't a bit rich for Marmalade Chest Illiad to be saying this! But really, you'd think someone might know how to properly apply their fancy dancey new make up!

[chen_takurai]

Bludger-face? Chen was only mildly offended. He was too smart to get himself invovled in such idiotic affairs like Quidditch.

"What?" he snapped in confusion. He turned quickly back to the mirror, and cursed inwardly when he saw the minor smear. How cute of Illiad to point it out for him. "It's not too impossible to fix.."

He glanced at Illiad's shirt again. He did feel a little bit sorry for the other boy, but just a little. Chen shuffled on his feet.

"Um, would you like some help...?" he asked meekly.

[homely_illiad]

Illiad's eyes narrowed when Chen asked if he wanted some help. It looked, for a very long moment, like he might snap at the other boy. He stood there, bare-chested and breathing hard in his annoyance, staring at the cloth in his hands.

"No. No thank you," he said, firmly, as if it had been very hard for him to remember his manners. Illiad was kind enough not to snap when someone had been nice enough to offer him some help, after all. But it was a gesture he didn't care much to do, by his tone of voice. Or it just couldn't been that he was severely annoyed with the fact that some positive jerk had thought making the mess on him would be funny.

The Slytherin pulled his wand out of his sleeve and pointed it at the stain, slowly siphoning off whatever was left of the marmalade.

[chen_takurai]

Chen almost stepped away when Illiad threw him a positively frightening glare at him. He thought his soul was going to escape his body for the slightest moment. Note to self, Chen thought, never ask if Illiad wants help again.

"I was j-just asking," Chen replied quickly, punching himself on the inside for stuttering. As a defense, he fixed the smudge under his eyelid hastily. He blinked a few times before deeming his eye makeup decent. Chen reached down for the faucet and turned it, putting his hands under the cold water.

Chen wanted to say something so that it wasn't awkward, but it always hard for him to strike up conversations with such a boy. He didn't even want to try and compliment him, for he feared the situation might get worse. He didn't want to just walk out, either. That would be pretty rude, he thought.

"Oh," Chen said softly. "Would you thank your cousin for the ribbon? She gave me such a pretty grey one..."

[homely_illiad]

Illaid almost sporfled when Chen next spoke.

"'Such a pretty grey one'?" he asked, arching his slender eyesbrows as he put his shirt back on and started buttoning it from the bottom up. "Really? Did she? Well. Why don't you thank her yourself? Louvika and I don't talk," he said, very firmly, threading his tie through his collar. "And we won't-- not until she learns to mind her own business and shove off."

Really, it might've been better of Chen had just left. Bringing up Illiad's rough feelings with his cousin was a very poor idea indeed, but it wasn't like the Ravenclaw would've known, poor creature.

"Brinley didn't managed to get that one away from you, too, did he?" he asked, quite meanly. "Pity. My poor owl is looking very barbaric now that his lovely red one is gone."

[chen_takurai]

"Oh..." Chen trailed softly. Well of course they wouldn't talk. They were polar opposites. How were they related? How could two cousins be so opposite? Chen supposed it was possible when you were Illiad Hawkins. No matter who raised that boy, he'd be a real snarky one.

Chen rolled his eyes slightly before packing up his makeup to get ready to go. Well, he tried. It just wasn't the right topic. Better luck next time, if there was one.

A silent fury began to build up as Illiad threw that last comment at him. Chen would've walked straight out the door. He was that close. But for some strange reason, he couldn't do it.

"Yeah, I've managed to keep this one away," Chen spat. "Looks like your boyfriend isn't really all that I suppose..."

[homely_illiad]

Illiad scoffed, not even looking at Chen as he fixed his tie in the mirror, smoothing it flat with his long hands. Really.

"The more and more you open your mouth, Takurai, the more and more foolish you sound," he said, fixing a spot of his hair that seemed to be sticking out oddly. "Just because Brinley has managed to nab your scrap really plays no standing in my mind concerning whether or not he is 'all that'," he said, in a tone that reeked with distain.

He turned around, setting a very dramatic hand on the sink before grabbing the robes he'd discarded and slinging them on over his shoulders.

"Not that you would know anything about love or anything, seeing that you won't ever get a boyfriend on account of that dreaful mascara of yours. Really, it looks like you've been batting your eyelashes in tar or something."

[chen_takurai]

Chen only glared at the other boy as he continued talking. Nabbing a ribbon was rather hard! At least, Chen thought so anyway. Didn't Illiad know you had to have some mad skills to steal ribbon? It wasn't like picking up a teeny scrap of fabric. You really had to know what you were doing. But that was beside the point. The point was, Chen was being ridiculed by Illiad, and he didn't wish for it to continue.

The Ravenclaw boy shrugged.

"Have you ever considered," Chen began. "Why such a guy like Brinley would date you anyway? I mean, knowing him, he could have any guy in the school. He probably only dates you because of how weak you are."

He raised an eyebrow.

"And really, Brinley MUST see other men.." he continued. "I guess you aren't the greatest boyfriend. You can't even keep him for yourself."

[homely_illiad]

Although Illiad appeared outwardly to have not have cared for anything Chen said, inside, he was boiling with anger for the boy's words. Really, Chen must've been speaking to Andrew Frazer if he knew all he seemed to about Brinley.

"Again, Takurai," he said, slowly, examining her nails in a sign of distain. "Stop talking. For the love of Merlin, you'd stop talking if you don't want to get hurt," he almost lost his edge there, as the last word ended in a growl.

"I don't expect you to understand why Brinley and I are together, and I wouldn't expect that such a small mind as yours could even fathom it," he said. "Whereas I? I don't feel the need to explain it to you. I know why and Brinley knows why, and really-- who else needs to?" he asked, in a stern tone, grey eyes peeking up from his nails

[chen_takurai]

Chen was laughing on the inside, knowing that his words hit a nerve somewhere. He flicked the bangs out of his face.

"If I don't want to get hurt?" he asked with a roll of his eyes. "Such big words. Are you even man enough to follow through? Don't bluff."

Illiad's nails must have been very fascinating, seeing how he hardly looked up from them. Either that, or he was using it as a defensive mechanism to control his anger. But-- A small mind!? Chen took mild offense to that one. After all, he was in Ravenclaw, and he considered himself very smart, thank you very much!

"I haven't heard anything. You two don't make for good gossip," Chen retaliated. "I just deduced that from all of the flirtatious junk he does with other men. And seeing how you spilled marmalade all over your bib of a shirt, you'd think such a hunky boyfriend would lick it off for you."

He sighed and shuffled on his feet, the heels of his boots making a sharp clack against the tile floor.

"... You're his 'man'? That's cute. Well, we'll see how long that lasts."