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Post by FuBar on Feb 18, 2009 4:04:11 GMT
Felix Felicis:
My greeting got an interesting reaction from Charlize: She seemed half-amused by my comment, but her sarcastic reply also had a note of something else... Annoyance, perhaps? The last thing I wanted was to argue, so I simply chose not to respond to her sarcasm.
She seemed a little bored with my soliloqui of a greeting to the Headmaster, but perked up tremendously as soon as I offered Zack my paw. "Ohmygod" she'd exclaimed, making me jump slightly, then she'd praised my cute-factor and nealt and scratched behind my ear, causing me to close my eyes and lean into her hand - Have I mentioned how much I love it when people do that? - I made a mental-note about the effect of being 'cute' around her leading to her scratching my ear... Who knew when that'd come in handy?
When she asked if she could keep me, I was going to say "Yes, you can if you like. While I'm at Kosaka, anyway." but the ear-scratching robbed me of speech again. In response to her apology for acting impulsively, my reaction was simply to start purring. - Hopefully she'd get the message that her apology was more-than-accepted.
I watched her move off toward a 'keg-castle', but although I wanted to follow her I preferred to be polite and continue waiting for Zack's response to my offer of a 'paw-shake' first.
Zack seemed a little lost, looking for the source of the voice in his head, but he eventually worked out it was coming from me, and seemed quite relieved. I guessed he was worried he was going mad or something...
He confirmed his being the Headmaster, then hesitantly shook my proffered paw before ruffling his hair and taking off after Charlize. I had the same inclination, and was barely a beat behind him in deciding to catch up with her.
When he asked her about why she'd come to Kosaka, it caused Charlize to grimace - I was saddened to see such an emotion on her face, but then she turned her attention to me and her expression soffened once again.
She asked if I wanted a drink... What could I say? 'Yes, I'll have a saucer of milk'? Too cliche. From the hesitancy of the offer, I gathered she was also curious whether I even drank alcohol, but she apparently didn't want to be blunt about it.
<Well, although I do drink alcohol sometimes, I don't drink beer - To me it tastes disgusting. Also, it's probably not a good idea to get me drunk when there are girls around - Trust me: You really don't want to see that. I'd try the non-alcoholic punch, if it hasn't been spiked yet, but although I could probably drink from the bigger cups without getting my head stuck, I have no means to carry it around so I'd be stuck in one place until I finished it. Due to my size, I don't drink particularly fast compared to regular-sized humans, so I think on the whole it's better if I pass on this occasion. Thanks for the offer, though.> My tone was genuine, despite how much I'd inadvertently rambled on.
I was going to add 'unless you feel like sharing yours', but decided against it - Who knew how she'd react to such a suggestion? In my experience, most people don't like to share their drink with an animal, so why should Charlize be any different?
The punch was a pretty shade of blue, and it had piqued my curiosity how it might taste, but I could live without it just fine.
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Post by Mookie on Feb 19, 2009 0:11:04 GMT
Honey worried her lower lip between her teeth. Frick had said that he wouldn’t mind if she accidentally stumbled in his mind, but still - she quite liked the chemistry professor, and people had a tendency to become very annoyed with her once they realised she’d been in there heads without their permission. Honey wasn’t all that good at hiding her presence when in another’s mind and if they were in a light sleep it was easy for her to be spotted. She didn’t want Frick to hate her. The thought caused the corners of her mouth to tug down into a small frown.
When Frick didn't immediately answer her question, the blonde sent him a wary glance, worried that she might have been too nosy. It seemed her question had caught him off guard - but he was talking a second later, answering her question.
Her finger paused in the sand and she lifted her head to look at the taller professor as he spoke, listening intently. A small smile came to her face as she listened to the Warlock speak of his mother and father - she could hear the love in his voice and could clearly see it in his face. She also found the fact that his father wanted to name a star after his mother incredibly romantic, she wanted to squeal - being the huge romanticist that she was - but decided against it. She didn‘t want Frick to think she was some sort of weirdo.
“That’s nice.” She commented, her smile growing a little. It faltered when Frick questioned her about her parents.
“Well-” She began with a strained chuckle, unsure of what to say. The Art Professor wasn’t all that close with her parents - she loved them of course, but she’d never really been the centre of their attention, that was left to her younger brother and older sister. She didn’t mind. “It’s Friday, so I suppose they’ll be hosting a dinner party.” She shrugged, lowering her gaze to her hand as she scooped up some sand and watched as it sprinkled from the small in her fist. “They host one every weekend.”
Once the sand had drained from her fist, she curled it back around her leg and rocked back a little, dropping her head back so that she was left staring up into the dark sky. “I miss home a little too.” She said after two moments of silence, “You could visit home. If you miss your parents.” She suggested, glancing at Frick from the corner of her eye.
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Post by Zack on Feb 19, 2009 1:48:39 GMT
Zack nodded his head when Charlize said what brought her to the island was complicated. He hadn't meant to put any pressure on her or anything. It was just his curious nature and love to talk getting the better of him.
He scratched his head sheepishly and looked down at the plastic cup he had filled. “I'm sorry. I didn't mean to...” his voice trailed off and he took a drink from his cup . He was starting to feel really pitiful and he decided to blame it on work. No more of this stuff.
He was just gonna forget and have fun. If he didn't, he was gonna have some sort of nervous breakdown or something. He smiled softly at Charlize as she offered a drink to that cat that was still following them around. Was it bad that he kind of wanted to tell Phil to get lost?
Not that he had a reason or anything. It just freaked Zack out that the cat was talking inside of his head. It probably would be a little less creepy if Phil could actually talk with an audible voice. He shrugged. It would be rude of him. So he'd just grin and bear it.
Charlize questioned him and Zack tilted his head to the side, looking a little thoughtful. “I wasn't really expecting to be headmaster,” he said with a soft chuckle. “It was an open position and I had a bit of experience. So I thought I'd apply.” He shrugged and drank a bit more of his cup. “It's a little more work than I expected and when I say a 'little', I mean 'a lot'.”
He shifted his weight onto his left foot and smiled again. “So what kind of powers do you have?”
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Post by Silver on Feb 19, 2009 16:27:08 GMT
Frick observed Honey as she thought over what her parents would probably be doing. It was odd, talking about his family. He didn't really talk about them to anyone, but he found it easy to talk to Honey about them... about general things. She didn't seem to mind how he rambled at times. Or how is mind wandered. He noted her somewhat uneasy chuckle before she began speaking - maybe she wasn't as close with her family as he was.
"Dinner parties? Wow - that's pretty swanky." Frick commented a with playful grin, "I guess your family are good cooks in that case. Wish my parents would give dinner parties. My mother is a rather... experimental cook, and thats putting it nicely."
He returned his attention to the sky as Honey finished and went back to a relaxed position, rocking back on her haunches, staring upwards. "No, I couldn't." Frick answered shortly when she mentioned going home. "There's... some bad stuff at home. Someone I don't think I could see without loosing it." He realised he was being vague, but he didn't really want to go spilling his guts about his recent broken relationship with Honey. More than that, he didn't want to depress her with his ramblings about Arila and what had happened.
"I'd prefer to avoid getting myself hurt again. Y'know?" He managed a forced half-grin at her and shrugged, "though I think they'd like to come here and see the place some time." He shrugged and wiped the sand off his hands as he sat up straight. "You get on with your parents?"
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Post by Mookie on Feb 24, 2009 21:23:36 GMT
Honey snorted quietly to herself, amused by Frick’s comment. The blonde wasn’t sure she’d ever seen her mother lift a finger in the kitchen. And of course her father hadn’t - according to him the kitchen was a woman’s place. Dropping her head, Honey turned to look at Frick when he answered her previous suggestion. “Sorry.” She mumbled quickly, turning her curious gaze elsewhere. It was clear Frick didn’t want to talk about visiting home and any reasons as to why he couldn’t. Honey didn’t mind, she wasn’t one to pry. If he wanted to talk about it she’d listen. Bopping her head in a silent nod, understanding, Honey moved to unwrap her arms from around her legs. “Sure.” was her answer to Frick’s question, her shoulders shrugged a touch and then she fell silent. “Um..” Sitting up right suddenly, Honey unhooked her glasses from her shirt. “I think I’m going to go for a swim.” she smiled briefly at Frick and then began to tug her shirt up over her head. _______________ ((OOC: Sorry for the lame post. :[ ))
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Post by Silver on Feb 25, 2009 20:18:36 GMT
Frick shrugged as Honey apologised, "don't apologise. Not like you were to know. But hey - everyone has issues." He tried to make light of the situation, but felt like he had made it worse as the silence dropped and he noticed a familiar uncomfortable feeling settling in his stomach. He suddenly felt like he'd stumbled on to a bad conversation topic with Honey when mentioned family, which he didn't like considering how easily conversation had managed to flow.
Twisting his head to look at her as she moved and started pulling her shirt off, Frick managed to keep his face as impassive as he could. Nw she was trying to get away from him? He really had screwed up.
"Okay. I'm going to sit tight, so I'll watch your stuff if you want?"
((Likewise... x____x;; ))
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Post by Mookie on Mar 10, 2009 0:08:18 GMT
“Thanks.” Honey smiled and quickly hopped up onto her feet, causing her to become dizzy and stumble back a few paces. Anyone would’ve thought she’d been drinking. An embarrassed chuckle broke through her strained smile. “I won’t be long. Just want to cool down.” She explained to Frick, “Oh. But you don’t have to feel obligated to look after my things.” she said quickly, blushing again. “I mean - if you want a drink or don’t want to wait around.. You can just leave them there. I’m sure no one will take them.” With another smile she turned in the sand and began to make her way down toward the ocean. The party was still in full swing, she noticed as she passed by crowds of bodies. Some danced to the music, others talked - enjoying the atmosphere - others crowded around the bonfire. A few people greeted her as she passed, students from her class. Honey smiled and returned waves. The sea was calm, Honey noted as she stopped just before the shore. The water touched the tips of her toes, causing a small shiver to run down her spine. Stretching her arms up over her head, the blonde art professor entered the water, gasping lightly as she waded deeper. “Okay..” She whispered quietly to herself, and stopped waist deep in the water. “This is nice.” turning her head a fraction, Honey stared up at the small white lights that had been strung out high above the water, tied around slim wooden posts. They glittered like stars against the night sky, but she guessed that they were there for more than decoration. The lights reached out a few metres into the water, lighting up the darkness. An attempt to keep people who wanted a swim safe. From where she stood she could see a couple not too far from herself, splashing around. And not too far from them she could see someone dashing across the water, showing off. A smile tugged at the corners of her lips. She knew that student, he liked to show off in the Academy’s pool too. Turning in the water so that she was left facing the beach, Honey quietly marvelled at the scene before her. She sort of wished she had a camera to capture the moment. To capture the buzz. Everything seemed to be going so perfectly. Maybe a little too perfect? She shook her head, refusing to be pessimistic about the beach event. She doubted anything could or would go wrong. Once again she turned in the water and with a deep inhale she dived beneath the surface. _______ Charlize shrugged lightly at Zack’s apology and smiled, reassuring him that she hadn’t minded his question. Glancing down towards Phil, Charlize nodded once he’d finished his ramble. “Huh. That kind’a sucks.” She frowned, Idly tapping her index finger against her plastic cup. Her eyes searched their surroundings for a small container that could a drink for Phil. He’d said he hadn’t wanted one but she was positive that he was eying up the punch like he wanted some. It was hard to tell, she wasn’t an expert at reading cats after all. Zack was speaking then, momentarily distracting her train of thought. “Powers?” She repeated, shifting her eyes towards the flames of the bonfire. “I’m half meta, half dog-demon. Being part demon means I have a lot of abilities, like a hell of a lot of strength and speed.” She flashed a grin and then shrugged. “But I dunno. I don’t count those as ‘powers.’ I mean... They’re just part of being a dog-demon, right?” Shrugging her shoulders again, Charlize downed the rest of her drink before quickly pouring herself another. It was then she was struck with an idea. Placing her cup down on one of the sand castles towers, she picked up another plastic cup and began to tear off the top. Once it was less than half it’s previous size, she folded down the edges a little so that there were no sharp points from she’d torn it. “Ta-dah.” Grinning down at Phil she waved her make-shift mini-cup at him and then turned to scoop up some of the blue liquid he had been eying. “This stuff is nice.” She smiled and then sniffed at the blue punch. It wasn’t spiked. Kneeling down she carefully placed the tray on a flat part of sand. “Enjoy Phil.” They’d probably be stood here talking for a while so it wouldn’t hurt for him to have a drink. Standing again, Charlize dusted the sand from her knees and then returned her attention to Zack, picking up her drink as she did so. “So, what kind of powers do you have?” She neglected to tell him about her 'power' to heal another's wound.
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Post by Silver on Mar 10, 2009 21:48:55 GMT
Frick listened as Honey babbled, telling him he didn't have to stay. He was tempted to ask where else he was going to head off to - really she was the only person he knew here. Aside from Zack who he had seen was otherwise occupied - but he decided against it and kept the comment to himself.
"Get moving. I'll still be here." Frick commanded with a small grin. He watched Honey disappear and waited until she was out of his eyesight. He flopped back against the sand then, resting his hands behind his head and sighed loudly.
What the Hell was he doing? He didn't fit in here. He didn't have the mood or mentality to enjoy the party. He appriciated all the effort - but he just wasn't feeling it. Truth was he had been contemplating leaving, ignoring his call of station. Honey was the only reason he had stuck around. It was nice to find someone to talk to - and get to know one of his peers. It seemed a difficult thing to do with most of the other teachers.
Bringing one hand up, Frick scratched one of his horns. Maybe they were the reason he was feeling unusual. They were feeling tight on his forehead - they'd start shedding soon. Then it'd be two weeks of mood swings, his uncomfortable collar and haywire powers. Joy! He felt a segment of his horn peel off in his fingers and flicked it to the side.
"Aw crap." He had started scratching now, and now he couldn't stop. The more he itched, the more intense the itchiness became. He just couldn't stop the irritation now. That was annoying. He remember how Arila would always get sarcastic around this time. He had never explained why his mood suddenly changed for 2 weeks of the year, and she never understood. In fact she never asked about it. Probably wise. But also not - after all, if she'd asked, he could have explained his horns and the whole recent sorry mess could just have been dealt with earlier.
"Shut up!" Frick growled at himself - not enjoying the way his thoughts were going. Stupid Arila, stupid horns, stupid heritage, stupid everything. "HOLY -" Frick managed to bite his tongue, ceasing the profanity that threatened to spew from is mouth. He pulled his hand away from his temple, weighted down by one of his larger horns and coated in blood.
"... crap." He looked around blindly, searching for something to stop the bleeding before it was noticed. His free hand fumbled into white material and he shoved it on his temple to absorb the bleeding, adding pressure.
He breathed slowly and deliberately, willing the pain in his head to go away. As he did he caught an unfamiliar scent in his nostrils and examined the shirt closer. It was Honey's.
"Crap."
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Post by FuBar on Mar 12, 2009 5:19:57 GMT
Felix Felicis:
I chuckled in Charlize's head when she presented me a half-height cup she'd fashioned for me by saying 'ta-dah' like it was a magic trick she'd performed. I would have smiled if I'd had the right facial-muscles to do so. <Yeah, that'll work! Thanks Charlize!> I said, as she planted the half-cup on the sand near me, full of a sweet-smelling blue liquid. I sniffed at it and failed to detect any alcohol so it was probably fine. - Certain mixers disguised the scent of alcohol, of course, but I was 70% certain there was none in it anyway.
I leaned in and lapped up a few drops: Very sweet, sort-of bubblegum flavour with a hint of apple and some other fruits. Obviously I've never chewed gum, but I've tasted plenty of things that were supposedly bubblegum-flavour, so I recognized it from that.
<Hmm... You're right, Charlize: It is quite nice. With this smaller container, I should be able to drink it in about 5 minutes, so at least I won't be stuck in one place too long. Thanks again!>
I set about lapping up my drink. It was that sweet that I had to pause every now and then rather than lap continuously, but it didn't slow me down much. I paused longer than I needed too, for there was no real rush yet.
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Post by Mookie on Mar 13, 2009 0:10:11 GMT
Honey floated along on her back in silence, staring up at the stars littered across the dark sky. She tried to spot some of the constellations Frick had pointed out earlier, smiling when she did and frowning when she couldn’t.
Which reminded her that she’d said she wouldn’t be long.
Twisting onto her feet, Honey pushed her wet hair back from her face and then began to head back to the shore. She hadn’t gone too deep into the ocean. It was too dark for an actual swim. She was cool enough now.
The blonde made her way up onto the sand at a leisurely pace, mentally deciding to grab some drinks for herself and Frick. She wasn’t sure if he’d want one but thought it polite to grab one for him anyway.
Once she’d grabbed the drinks and a short and very strange conversation with one of the students, (He’d proclaimed that he wanted her hand in marriage. She’d told him that she was a little old for him, blushing all the while of course. It was clear that he was heavily drunk.) she began making her way back to where she had left Frick.
Humming tunelessly, Honey approached Frick, squinting at him quizzically as she did so. He had something white crushed up to his temple. ‘Wonder what’s - -’ She paused mid-thought, her eyes widening a fraction in surprised shock.
“Oh my gosh!” Honey gasped, discarding her drinks in the sand as she came crashing down to her knees at Fricks side. “Are you okay? What happened!?” She questioned hastily, her voice raising a few octaves in panic. “There’s so much blood!”
Her eyes darted around frantically looking for someone who could help. She could literally feel herself slipping into her ‘Over-the-top-panic-mode’ as her brother had called it, (He thought she behaved like an over-protective mother.) But she couldn’t quite stop herself. How could she not over-react!? Frick was bleeding.
“We need a medic! Maybe one of the students could heal you!?” She looked back to him and paled dramatically at both the sight and smell of the blood. Tiny, small amounts of blood didn’t effect her all that much. But when blood gushed out of a wound - - she shivered and blinked her eyes a few times. It made her a little woozy.
But now was not the time to be getting woozy. For all she knew Frick could have a serious head injury.
“Are you okay? I mean of course you aren’t okay, you’re bleeding! And I’m just sat here, doing nothing! I’m really no good in these sort of - - You should add more pressure.” She rambled on and pressed the white material crumpled in his hand a little harder against his head. “Like that. Because there‘s a lot of blood. We need to get you to a doctor. Can you stand?”
Honey paused to breathe then, allowing Frick to speak. She hadn't exactly given him much of a chance to speak with her panicked rambling.
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Post by Silver on Mar 13, 2009 21:53:00 GMT
Frick barely had time to register before Honey was at his side shooting question after question at him, high pitched, panicking and flustered. He winced to himself, the pitch of her voice making the pain in his head worse.
He let the blonde carry on, spewing out suggestions in ways she wanted to help - or things she thought would help. He didn't have the heart to tell her to stop fussing, or to turn the volume down. She was worried, he culd understand that. She'd been gone five minutes and now he was covered in blood.
While he tried to get a few words in, he found his voice drowned out by Honey's heightened worry. And he was a little taken aback as he felt additional pressure added to his head by her pushing her t-shirt again his head.
As Honey eventually paused on a question about whether Frick could stand, Frick found himself able to speack, mopping a stream of blood away from where it dribble down his forehead and nose.
"Its fine. I'm fine." He insisted, trying to keep a nice calm and cheerful tone to his voice. "Its just my horn." He held up the offending item in his hand for a moment, before dropping it back to the sand and starting to wipe his hand on his 3/4 length shorts. "It happens every year, they shed... I just forced this one off too early. It looks worse than it is."
Frick frowned and starting easing the t-shirt away from his head, trying to sense if the blood flow had ceased or if it was still going. He was still bleeding, so he pressed the material back to his head and sighed loudly. He hated this part of his heritage. it was the only part of it that bothered it - it just happened to be the most painful parts.
"It looks a lot worse than it is." Frick repeated and sighed loudly. "I don't need a medic, the bleeding will stop soon." He grinned a little with a small shrug, "I uh... sorry. I kind of ruined your shirt." He glanced at Honey, before lowering his eyes again and applying more pressure.
"hey, pass me one of the cans would you? It'll help."
(OOC: Sorry its lame))
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Post by Mookie on Apr 7, 2009 18:05:05 GMT
As Honey paused to breathe and offered Frick a chance to speak, her worried panic-struck expression slipped into a sceptical frown. Apparently Frick was ok. She had to glance down when he held up his horn. It was coated in blood. Looking at it, was like looking at a severed arm. She could barely stomach that thought alone.
When Frick repeated that he was fine, her frown remained, but she nodded. Apparently this happened to him every year. He shed his horns. There was only so much blood because he had forced it off early. She wondered if it hurt at all when they shed in their time. Was there blood then? There must have been.
Honey was pulled from her idle thoughts when Frick mentioned her shirt. Her gaze dropped to the ruined fabric and she frowned, her arms automatically moving to curl around her waist. Now she had nothing to hide herself under. Not that anyone was paying her any attention. At that thought, her brown eyes darted about her surroundings warily. No one was paying any attention to her. The only people that looked in her general direction were the ones staring at Frick and his wound. Honey breathed a sigh of relief.
“It’s okay.” She said finally, offering him a smile. He needed the shirt more than she did. Frick’s wound was much more important than her being hidden away from probing eyes.
Shuffling in the sand, Honey picked up the discarded cans and passed one of them to Frick. She held the other in her hands, her worried stare returning.
“Are you sure you’re ok?” She questioned.
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Post by Silver on Apr 7, 2009 21:44:52 GMT
Frick didn't believe Honey for a moment when she said it was okay that he had ruined her shirt. He would have to buy her a replacement. He felt bad for ruining it. He didn't care so much about ruining his own clothes - but someone elses... that just wasn't on.
"Thanks." He smiled a little as he took the can from Honey. He removed the now blood spattered shirt from his temple and wrapped the can in it before replacing it to his head, with the can pressed against his injury. He took some time to enjoy to coolness on his head and let it invade his head hole. It quelled the burning sensation of the blood ceasing and the scabbing beginning. He kept it applied to his head firmly and smirked at Honey's repeated question.
"I'm fine. Really." Frick confirmed, "its a weird Warlock thing. It'll stop bleeding soon. I'm more worried about how weird I'll look with one horn..." he frowned, raising his eyes to heaven as if trying to look at his forehead.
"Thanks for not freaking, and for helping. I don't usually yank my horns off and scare women - just been bothering me and I scratched it too much I guess." He sighed and retiurned his gaze to Honey, "look I don't wanna ruin your evening. If you wanna go mingle, I'm gonna understand."
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Post by Mookie on Apr 11, 2009 18:23:05 GMT
Honey smiled a small smile at Frick’s ‘thank you’ and watched as he created a make-shift ice-pack out of the can and her stained shirt.
When Frick repeated that he was fine and went on to wonder how he’d look with one horn, Honey couldn’t help but wonder too. It’d be a strange sight, she guessed. If it bothered him then maybe he could wear a hat? She didn’t voice her suggestion as Frick was speaking again.
The blonde grimaced lightly at Fricks comment. Hadn’t freaked out? Maybe loosing his horn had somehow given him memory loss? Honey was pretty sure she’d freaked out. In fact she thought she might have over-reacted a little. Frick didn’t seem to think so, so she shrugged it from her mind.
“Oh.” She faltered after a moment and then glanced around the beach. The party was still in full swing. How long would it last for? A while yet, she figured. But Honey got the distinct feeling that Frick wanted to be alone, so she stood quickly. “O-okay.” She smiled, awkward. She felt somewhat bad for leaving an injured person just sat there.
“Um. I’m going to head back to the school.” She explained, and then spotting her broken glasses discarded in the sand a little ways from Frick - they must’ve dropped from her shirt when he picked it up - she quickly retrieved the spectacles and then smiled. Again.
“Thank you for spending time with me.” Offering the warlock one last worried glance, she tried to hide her worry but it was sort of hard. She really thought that he should seek proper help, but he seemed to have a handle on the situation and she didn’t want to annoy him so she nodded her goodbye and hurried past. Luckily the school wasn’t too far a walk from the beach.
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Post by Silver on Apr 12, 2009 1:09:16 GMT
Frick was distracted from nursing his head when he caught the tone of Honey's voice. She sounded... different. Put out? No... not quite. To him the tone almost sounded like it was verging on hurt. He went to speak, to apologise. He wasn't trying to get rid of her! he just thought it wouldn't be fun for her to be hanging out with him, now he looked like something that had been in a fist fight. He supposed what he'd said might have been taken in a 'please buzz off' kind of way. But he hadn't meant it to.
His brain re-engaged as Honey was walking away. He called, but the noise of the music and the voices of other students drowned out his rather pathetic cry and he grumbled. Stupid horns. They ruined everything. So did his big mouth and general demenour when his horns were throwing him out of whack. He wasn't having a good time anymore. He hadn't been having a swell time before until he'd managed to strike up a conversation with Honey. Someone who wasn't a teenager and wasn't inebriated.
"Dumbass." Frick chastised himself and inhaled deeply, wincing a little. The smell of his own blood was making him feel woozy. He knew he should probably get his wound cleaned and bandaged until it started to heal over but he was meant to be down at the beach party, being a chaperone.
But his head hurt! And he was bored now Honey was leaving and he didn't feel much like breaking up fights if they started with only one horn. That reminded him, now he was lacking in horn, his powers would start playing up if he tried to use them. He needed his gem brace.
That notion - and the fact the music had turned into something Frick could only describe as dogs being hit by trucks - made Frick get to his feet and follow the same trail Honey had taken. He was in luck as she wasn't far off, and he also had brought his car down to the beach for easy access to the school - he didn't feel much like walking.
"Honey!" Frick called again, his voice carrying a little more, now he was further away from the party. He caught up to her and matched her stride, "ah - sorry if what I said came across as me wanting to get rid of you. That wasn't my intention. I genuinely meant hanging out with me probably wouldn't be fun any more now I'm all bloody and stuff... sorry if you took it the wrong way." He smiled sheepishly, paused for a moment and then continued, "I'm heading up to the school now too. The music's making my head feel worse."
Holding up his car key, Frick grinned, "I have a quicker mode of transportation if you think yuo can drive the busted old thing - I'm not really in the best state to drive."
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