 A Poop * k8 *
"Understandable, of course," he said shortly, opening his satchel after hanging it on the back of his chair. He had a few lookbooks...tons of notebooks...a pencil pouch for writing utensils...etc. "You may find you cannot stand me. It's certainly a common reaction." He smirked a little and ruffled his long hair, which he found to be in the way right now, so he promptly pulled it back into a pony-tail.
Anton DID take a breadstick, biting into it immediately and scrunching his face. "Too greasy," he said. "But it will have to do, I suppose." Hmph. "Ahh. Well. Luckily I arrived, then. I wouldn't miss dessert for the world," he said, merely to add conversation.
He actually didn't like chocolate all that much, to be honest.
"Are you ready to begin? Or do you prefer to eat first?" Which type of client was she? She DID seem to enjoy her food...so. Whatever she wanted, really.
__________________ "You can justify anything if you do it poetically enough."
Roman Gellar ● 1st Year ● Slytherin |