Post by Mordred Le Fey on Oct 23, 2017 7:07:02 GMT -5
No one else could call him out quite like his sister could. He rolled his eyes as she spoke, but couldn’t help laughing at the memory she recalled. “That was a good one,” he laughed, “would have been even brilliant if I hadn’t messed it up.” She was right, of course, Leela could read her brother like a book, and it was why he’d always tried so hard to shield her from stuff. He didn’t want her knowing how deep his bad really ran, how messed up he really was.
“The fridge is the white thing under the counter,” he called at her question, avoiding her question about classes. He’d gone to a few, at the start of the semester, but it hadn’t taken long for him to decide they were an utter waste of time, and his time was much better served conducting his own research in the library. He turned up to the odd class every now and then, to show his face, but he didn’t see the point.
“I go to some classes...” he muttered, quickly changing the subject. “So tell me about your dorm. What’s your roommate like?”
“The fridge is the white thing under the counter,” he called at her question, avoiding her question about classes. He’d gone to a few, at the start of the semester, but it hadn’t taken long for him to decide they were an utter waste of time, and his time was much better served conducting his own research in the library. He turned up to the odd class every now and then, to show his face, but he didn’t see the point.
“I go to some classes...” he muttered, quickly changing the subject. “So tell me about your dorm. What’s your roommate like?”
