 I...uh... ∞ 17 | RP entrepreneur | defies gravity | Miss George is flawless | blanket burrito lyfe
Rooney waved bye to Mister David Truebridge when he left and turned his attention back to the HAND HOLDING ATTEMPTEE and Miss Charlotte. "Does Oliver know about him?" Oh yeah. She'd never told him her boyfriends name, but he HAD seen them. He had seen them and so he KNEW. He didn't sound at all bitter, but he shrugged and returned his hands to his pockets because now he'd just told the kid that Miss Charlotte MURDERED the name of her boyfriend. This was...going to get interesting.
Mucho.
He bet that neither of them complimented her daffodil hair. That was something that he did. In secret.
"...Would you go somewhere else if I did? I doubt it." Rooney bit the inside of his cheek to stop himself from talking more, because he was just looking like a problem child and he really didn't actually want to be here much longer. He just wanted to shake hands with Colt and try leave without anyone noticing. BUT THEN it all got a little bit too much and Roo bit harder on his cheek, watching closely and intensely at the hand touching and the shaking and -- nice hands. Rooney knew that. He had held her hand before at Christmas time, so he already knew.
"She has nice hair, too." And to combat the fact he was going to blush in the next two seconds, he shrugged and pretended that he saw Colt. Which he didn't. At all. Maybe Colt was taking a sleep in his dorm. "My partner.. I should...go and.... y'know...bye." And now, the grass really was greener on the other side, because Rooney crossed over away from the pair and went back to rocking on his heels because he didn't hAVE A PARTNER RIGHT NOW.
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