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[rippeditup]

What ho, St Jude's! There's a tall young man in a neatly pressed uniform with no sign of ties around his head or blazer inside out. Shocking! He looks like the kind who will inevitably succumb to a life of wearing tweed, peering over his glasses and living in libraries. Surely this cannot be the Rupert Giles you all met before summer? Except it

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[thisiswhen]

...Ethan, in contrast, is artfully rumpled because he's pretty sure he can get away with that for a few more years, and actually, he makes a good contrast to young Rupert Giles in a number of ways, but maybe let's not get into that too quickly.

"Fuck the what."

Or, uh, let's.

[rippeditup]

Rupert was hoping to do that thing where he pretended he couldn't see you so you, in turn, couldn't whatever at him. It's hard to know Ethan's reactions sometimes.

"Hello Ethan." Well, he managed that without any old passive aggressive tendencies or punches to the face. Ten house points for will power.

[thisiswhen]

As Ethan aims to be difficult to predict at all times, this is somehow not very surprising. Currently, he's patting himself down like he thinks he's lost something. "I could've sworn I didn't actually swipe your balls-"

[rippeditup]

Rupert is an adult about these things. Well, now. "Insert witty reference to your questionable sexuality here. So, how was your summer?" Oh, Rupert. Subject changes never work.