 ♥Dunkin | Pixie's Precious Pea | kpop goddess | sneaky sounder | forever slytherin♥
THANK. MERLIN. Hirsch had FINALLY come to his door. Jaemin had been standing there for a whole minute. Maybe TWO. Which was two minutes more than he had to be standing in places. He really had to go. GO, HIRSCH.
The small Slytherin looked up at the man, shoe still held up as if he had been about to hit the door with it again. His dirty-socked toes on his not-shoed foot were tapping almost frantically, and the small boy's wide, dilated eyes went from Hirsch's face to his arms. His big strong man arms, which were the opposite of Jaemin's skinny little twelve year old twig ones.
"Professor, why do girls like your tattoos so much? Do all girls like tattoos? Where do you get them? How long does it take to get a tattoo? Does it hurt a lot? Can you do it with magic?" He was talking very quickly, words running into each other haphazardly as his eyes went from Hirsch's arms to Hirsch's face, then back again repeatedly as he spoke. He held up one skinny wrist, shoe still gripped in his fingers, and pointed at the inner portion of his arm. "D'you think I could get one right there? Like a rose or something? Roses are really pretty."
He liked roses. He also liked answers. QUICK ANSWERS. COME ON HIRSCH. |