[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.

[fairy_fingers]

Fuck? What is this fuck you speak of? But that, it seems she's heard in Sandor's mouth, or perhaps with the Rabier, so she colors brightly.

"-- Beaumont," she replies. "Don't talk like that. You sound like them." :|

[thornofcamorr]

"I sound like me," Locke says, peevishly, "I sound Camorri. It's habit. You haven't heard me really curse yet, I get creative."

[fairy_fingers]

... "If you could abstain, I would be grateful," she manages to say.

[thornofcamorr]

"Get used to it," he fires back. "I can't help it. Like the light fingers. Part of my breeding. Or lack thereof."

[fairy_fingers]

She takes this as an opportunity to change the subject. "Light fingers?"

[thornofcamorr]

He indicates wherever she's put the thimble. "Oh yes. Light fingers. Things just float away when I touch them."

He seems remarkably unconcerned about this, really. Morally bankrupt? ...maybe a little.

[fairy_fingers]

She frowns at him - she can't help it. "If you are gifted with your hands, there are better things to do than steal people." That's a ~sin~!

[thornofcamorr]

He waggles his eyebrows at her, unable to help a little smirk. "Gifted with my hands? Oh, you have no idea."

Dirty joke what. He could not resist. Or didn't feel like making the effort, more likely.

[fairy_fingers]

Dlkfjdlfjdlkj!!!!! "--- Monsieur, that's very inappropriate." And here you go, she drapes herself in injured dignity.

[thornofcamorr]

He grins at her. Rakishly. "You handed me an opportunity, my lady. How could I resist? I'm an irrepressible rogue."

[fairy_fingers]

She looks at him with wide, horrified eyes. "Then perish the thought - I am getting married in barely a fortnight."

[thornofcamorr]

He coughs. "Too young," he says, delicately. "By far. Hasn't anyone ever - no, probably shouldn't ask that. What sort of place do you come from, try to pull out ladies' eyes and don't even fucking curse?"

[fairy_fingers]

"They curse," she replies. "But if you curse, then you're also one to pull out my eyes."

[thornofcamorr]

Locke raises his eyebrows at her. "Crooked Thirteenth," he says, delicately. "That's an association you'll want to get rid of. Everybody swears. --except for you, apparently."

[fairy_fingers]

"No, not except for me. My fiance never swears. He's a very well spoken person."