[Mingling Post] Open University (Cont'd)

[only_paul]

On the board in the common room, there's a list of open classes. Available classes
(schedules may be determined bona fide by the instructor and the student):

• History (Paul *****)
• Political science (Zillah Katz)
• Alchemy (Alphonse Elric)
• First Aid (Dr. Muraki)
• Vampirism in legend and popular culture (Dr. Muraki)

Comments

[thornofcamorr]

We are sincerely sorry, ahead of time. It will almost inevitably be necessary.

Locke is looking down the list, mouth twitching, but he manages not to laugh audibly until he gets to a certain one, when he sounds a bit like choking. "Fashion skills," he says, certainly audibly; rather loudly, in fact. "You're kidding me. Right?"

Locke never judges anyone. Riiight.

[thornofcamorr]

"Yes," Locke agrees. "Also con-man, part-time murderer - that was necessary, though, sort of self-defense - sort of - and general all around, what's the word, ah. Gentleman Bastard."

He's having more fun than he's had in months.

[fairy_fingers]

She looks very angry. "If you don't give it back -- I will have -- people will come for you. It's not yours, and this is not right."

She's turning all red.

[thornofcamorr]

"Careful, love, you're getting a little overwrought. Honestly, there's not much you can do to me. I'm almost used to getting maimed and near killed by now, happens a fair amount - anyway, what do you think I could get on a market for this thimble? I really have no idea."

"Good thing there isn't one here," he adds, and actually tosses it. Back to her. But it's still a toss.

[fairy_fingers]

She catches it and holds it to her bosom with horrified eyes. "Do you realize how much it would have hurt me if you'd broken it?"

She does not like you, Locke. But in a moment, that comment about being maimed will register, and she'll feel sorry.

[thornofcamorr]

He grins at her. "I can only imagine. But I didn't, did I? So there you are, no harm done. And maybe next time you're talking to a stranger you'll watch your pockets."

Pause.

"Not that it'll help with me. So what, are you friends with this - Favrielle person?"

He doesn't need your sympathy :| face.

[fairy_fingers]

Ange keeps the thimble in her hand. She doth not trust you, Locke. :|

"And if I were? What would you do about it?"

Count down. 3. 2. 1.

... "I'm sorry."

[thornofcamorr]

"What would I do about it? Laugh at you, mostly. Not that I'm not going to do that anyway, you just gave me the best two minutes of my life in a while." Grin. Wait.

Blink. "Sorry for what?"

[fairy_fingers]

She looks down. "--- you said you were hurt by people. I'm sorry about that."

[thornofcamorr]

"...did I? Job hazard," he says, easily, though there is a brief flicker of discomfort that passes over his face. "I mean, I do seem to be fairly good at finding it, but - alas. Such is the life, yes?"

[fairy_fingers]

She looks down. "I guess it is. Someone tried to pop my eyes out, once."

[thornofcamorr]

Locke winces. "Your eyes? What did you do to piss someone off?" He can't quite picture this one doing anything to piss anyone off. Exactly.

[fairy_fingers]

She shrugs a touch moodily. "They were bored, I think. And drunk. They were supposed to keep me, but..."

[thornofcamorr]

Locke winces. Visibly.

"Assholes," is his summation.

Locke has been bored and drunk, but the one time he took someone's eyes out that wasn't the reason. And he doesn't feel sorry about that either. Fucking Bondsmagi.

[fairy_fingers]

Blink. Cusswords aren't part of her vocabulary.

"... I beg your pardon?"

[thornofcamorr]

Locke stares at her. "...assholes. Don't tell me you've never heard-"

"Fuck, you haven't, have you? Damn. Where are you from?"

Locke, as far as he's concerned, was cursing before he could talk.