ITT WHIT IS THE WORST RPER by which I mean after physicspedaltothemetalAugust 26 2010, 23:48:30 UTC
Falcon could not enjoy his sandwich.
Ever since Olimar left, lunch was sort of boring and dumb and he had to bring his own food, which was all kinds of lame. Today's lunch was especially depressing not only because of last night's events, but also the fact that Ionia did not come to physics today. That usually meant she was very angry, and he was in big trouble.
He still didn't know how he'd managed to talk his way out of the DJ thing so long ago, and most of his thoughts revolved around how he was going to figure out this new roadblock. Maybe, with any luck, she'd pass this way and he'd get a chance to try and patch things up. When he figured out how to patch things up, of course.
two memes for the price of oneionianmodeAugust 27 2010, 04:59:49 UTC
Luck was sorta-kinda on Falcon's side that day; sure enough, Ionia did happen to be passing on by.
Unfortunately, she was staring ahead very fixedly with the crossest of frowns locked onto her face. It was very abundantly clear that she was perfectly content to pretend that there were no Papas in the vicinity and she was therefore going on to mosey on by uninterrupted. That defiant pout all but dared him to even try otherwise. Yes, she was most likely going to get a talking-to for skipping class. No, she did not care. That was the power of her adolescent fury.
Sure, lucky that Ionia's path brought her here, but he wasn't sure if that good fortune would continue.
Obviously, Falcon didn't expect her to acknowledge him. It was difficult, however, to ignore her makeover--he might not have been a very good surrogate father, but he certainly recognized rebellious behavior when he saw it. At least it wasn't a tattoo.
Surprising, nonetheless, and Falcon couldn't help but voice it as she passed, even if she decided not to answer (which was probably likely). "You cut your hair."
She did, however, give him a long, flat stare that would have done Vianca proud. If she wasn't speaking to Falcon when they were talking about actually important things, then there was no chance she ever deign to comment on a small-talk observation like that.
After bestowing Falcon with her finest unimpressed look, Ionia turned to once again continue on her not-so-merry way.
Certainly not positive acknowledgment, but acknowledgment nonetheless, and Falcon was an unruly preteen in the sense that negative attention was still attention. And attention was good.
He knew enough not to push it, especially when he was sure she'd learned that look from Samus, so instead of rising from the bench, he crumpled up the sandwich wrapper and pitched it into a nearby garbage can. "It looks nice." He ventured, making sure he said it before she was out of earshot. "Did you do it yourself?"
now with 100% less tracingpedaltothemetalAugust 28 2010, 05:58:26 UTC
He sat on the bench for a few more moments, wondering if he should go after her. In the end, he took too long to decide, and couldn't think of anything else to do but go home.
Falcon could not enjoy his sandwich.
Ever since Olimar left, lunch was sort of boring and dumb and he had to bring his own food, which was all kinds of lame. Today's lunch was especially depressing not only because of last night's events, but also the fact that Ionia did not come to physics today. That usually meant she was very angry, and he was in big trouble.
He still didn't know how he'd managed to talk his way out of the DJ thing so long ago, and most of his thoughts revolved around how he was going to figure out this new roadblock. Maybe, with any luck, she'd pass this way and he'd get a chance to try and patch things up. When he figured out how to patch things up, of course.
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Unfortunately, she was staring ahead very fixedly with the crossest of frowns locked onto her face. It was very abundantly clear that she was perfectly content to pretend that there were no Papas in the vicinity and she was therefore going on to mosey on by uninterrupted. That defiant pout all but dared him to even try otherwise. Yes, she was most likely going to get a talking-to for skipping class. No, she did not care. That was the power of her adolescent fury.
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Obviously, Falcon didn't expect her to acknowledge him. It was difficult, however, to ignore her makeover--he might not have been a very good surrogate father, but he certainly recognized rebellious behavior when he saw it. At least it wasn't a tattoo.
Surprising, nonetheless, and Falcon couldn't help but voice it as she passed, even if she decided not to answer (which was probably likely). "You cut your hair."
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She did, however, give him a long, flat stare that would have done Vianca proud. If she wasn't speaking to Falcon when they were talking about actually important things, then there was no chance she ever deign to comment on a small-talk observation like that.
After bestowing Falcon with her finest unimpressed look, Ionia turned to once again continue on her not-so-merry way.
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Certainly not positive acknowledgment, but acknowledgment nonetheless, and Falcon was an unruly preteen in the sense that negative attention was still attention. And attention was good.
He knew enough not to push it, especially when he was sure she'd learned that look from Samus, so instead of rising from the bench, he crumpled up the sandwich wrapper and pitched it into a nearby garbage can. "It looks nice." He ventured, making sure he said it before she was out of earshot. "Did you do it yourself?"
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Especially because she really, really did not want to admit that she did not actually do it all by herself.
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So Falcon went home.
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