 Yeahhh, Mr White! Yeah science!
Józsua's eyebrows raised at Terry's 'you never know'. He didn't really mind the mess so long as his little area of the dorm wasn't taken over. He was VERY territorial about his space and his things. “S'alright, mate.” He mumbled quietly. “You must've inadvertently freed a lot of house elves leaving your pants and stuff lying around tho..” Yea.. Stabbing at humour when you weren't really feeling it was definitely the way to NOT go..
Yea... the urge to lash out was written all over Ascanius Stark. Józsua was not going to risk provoking him. Better?---well that was---The boy sighed, closing his eyes for a moment. “Fine.” He replied opening them an looking at Stark. Fair dos... “Sorry.. I just thought...” He trailed off. Nope. His words weren't for Derry's angry best friend and the rest of the dorm. They were for her. ..When things had calmed down a little and he ran into her in the common room...
Maybe.
Thank Merlin for Westside..
Though he seemed a little hyper and Józsua couldn't help the feeling that it was either a front.. or things weren't.. working for him.
'Not exactly social. But not....*not*social.' Mkay... Józsua still didn't look too impressed by the prospect of what was to come.
The suggestion wasn't as bad as he was expecting, however.. but still.. Pranks? That was just asssking for trouble and Józsua was already paranoid about having a hair out of place.. or getting spots.. or looking weirder than he already believed he looked. ..Plus, once Derry told the other girls what had gone on, he was likely to be targeted... or so he believed.
Ascanius's point of setting ground rules was a good one. He nodded in agreement and looked back at West.
“M'up for it.” He said. “Just.. no messing with my clothes.. or my bed...” Or anything of his.
Territorial.. yea..
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