Seven

[paintedflavors]

I'm bored. Too much homework. Not enough fun.

Someone who isn't obsessed with Quidditch have something fun we can do?

Oh, and does anyone have an extra quill? I forgot to put mine up and Olive ate it.

Comments

[whatagood_boy]

I should have one.

[paintedflavors]

Great! Mind lending it to me for a while?

[whatagood_boy]

Sure.

Have a problem with Quidditch?

[paintedflavors]

I just don't want to get my arm smashed. or my ribcage. or any other extremity.

[whatagood_boy]

That sounds like a good pacifist.

[paintedflavors]

Are you making fun of me?

[whatagood_boy]

Am I?

[paintedflavors]

I'm not a pacifist all the time.

[whatagood_boy]

Prove it.

[paintedflavors]

Ooh, a challenge.

Gladly. Empty classroom... same floor as last time, assuming no one is there.

We can always find another. Plenty of empty rooms in this old place.

[whatagood_boy]

See you in five.

[paintedflavors]

Meet you there

[action]

[whatagood_boy]

[Is totally just loitering in the hallway, waiting.]

[action]

[paintedflavors]

[And here comes Kio, wondering what he's got himself into now. This was probably not the best way to avoid the grim future shown to him, challenging random people with threats he wasn't sure he could make good on.]

[action] -- so late family was visiting sorry iufdhgdf

[whatagood_boy]

There you are.

[He grinned, still leaning against the wall.]

[action] -- it's ok been busy with work anyway

[paintedflavors]

[Kio grinned back, arm's behind his head.]

Worried I wasn't going to show? I didn't take that long to get here.