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Originally Posted by
hermionesclone 
Grayson wasnt usually an indecisive person but truth be told, this was too freaking hard. He needed HELP and ADVICE but, being the kinda guy he was, his ego was gonna stop him from doing so. See the problem here? Now, if only someone could--
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SQUINT. What in the name of
.?
Gabriel Banner. Gabriel Banner smiling. At him. Something was definitely wrong here.
Brows furrowed, the Slytherin eyed the Prefect up and down, looking for something or another that could give a clue as to what this was all about. Because this wasnt right. Gabe didnt just smile at him for no freaking reason. No no, something had to be up. Something like
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"Alright, who are you and what have you done with the Banner kid?" Not that he cared too much, hed just always wanted to say that.
And what kinda tattoo was he getting? Grayson wanted to judge.
If Grayson WERE scrutinizing Gabe, the Ravenclaw paid it zero attention. See, he was far too busy watching the ink take shape on his shoulder (FASCINATED!), which was an awkward angle for his neck. The
tribal sun design was very unique. He liked it quite a bit.
In fact, Gabe only acknowledged the Slytherin again because he'd said something in response. That was fine, of course. Gabe felt plenty talkative just now.
"Don't be thick, Grayson." A dubious look wriggled onto the Ravenclaw's face for several moments.
"You know exactly who I am."...Meanwhile, his tone remained pleasant; a touch joyful, even.