"Aww, decided on the silent treatment, did you?" He laughed humorlessly and looked away. Could've predicted that one, really. "Fine, wanna hear about my day?"
He didn't even wait for an answer and, when he spoke, his tone had become flippant and sarcastic.
"I got to write dirty poetry in class," he started, sounding amused too. "And then a girl I know, a goddamn telepath, challenged me to a game of seeing who could make the other blush first via mental dirty images. So she stuck a whole bunch of shit in my head and I did the same thing and I ended up winning. Awesome, right? Got myself a free night at the bar."
He didn't really know what he was doing but it was this or just leaving and his feet hadn't gotten started towards the door yet.
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Date: 2009-09-09 02:58 pm (UTC)He didn't even wait for an answer and, when he spoke, his tone had become flippant and sarcastic.
"I got to write dirty poetry in class," he started, sounding amused too. "And then a girl I know, a goddamn telepath, challenged me to a game of seeing who could make the other blush first via mental dirty images. So she stuck a whole bunch of shit in my head and I did the same thing and I ended up winning. Awesome, right? Got myself a free night at the bar."
He didn't really know what he was doing but it was this or just leaving and his feet hadn't gotten started towards the door yet.