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Join Date: May 2009 Location: London
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Originally Posted by Team ronmione Sassiness isn't a bad trait. Ella would be proud to hear that being said to Tag. Very proud. He made a mental note to perhaps owl her about this other sass encounter with this guy. Mhm. Tag still didn't know his name, by the way. "Its a very good trait. Its a witty way to annoy you." Smile. Just being honest here. And then.... bragging? "Yeah, I don't do bragging." It just seemed like an odd thought to Tag. "Of course I did. You turned into a bird. How can a person not laugh at something like that?" Seriously. If one didn't, then they didn't have a sense of humor. It wasn't every day something like that happened.
"You're welcome." It was only polite to say it back to him. The guy had thanked Tag. See, making bracelets for a rubber chicken, that would be taking it too far for Tag. "There should be no reason for it to not be pleased. I never bought one so I never left anything behind." Wink. Maybe just the friendship. But no one said that. Though, now that Tag had thought about it, if he had known this kid was going to Hogwarts, he would've bought the chicken to annoy him whenever they bumped into each other. While Grayson was doing his best to try and be a little bit nice to the kid, this loony over here seemed to have other plans. FINE. The gloves were off. He narrowed his eyes at the boy before saying, "There's nothing to get hyped up about. You're not that witty in the first place." Nothing was said about the annoyance part because, let's face it, it was true. He didn't do bragging? "WHY?!" Maybe he didn't have a lot to brag about. JUST SAYING. "Oh good," he said, scowling a little, "I'm glad someone had a good laugh about that." Being a bird was a right ol' hoot until the freaking cat came in. "Besides, you said to be entertaining."
There was politeness in this conversation. Manners, too. Something his mother would be all too proud of. But then the boy mentioned something that was surprising. "Then you left it behind. Isn't that going to hurt it feelings? Isn't that something you said not to do?" HMMMMMM, blonde dancing loony? Someone was going against their words, weren't they? Tut tut tut, Hopscotch. "What are you doing here, anyways?" Since he had a book. A. BOOK. And to think he thought this couldn't get any worse.
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