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Angie · 10-22-2017, 12:05 AM

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Originally Posted by thekraken

Completely forgetting all about orientation--she was in the middle of redecorating her (well, Payton's, really) room, and didn't have time to just come to the ministry all willy-nilly whenever they had an inclination to celebrate things--Zoe did her best to not appear too upset at having to attend. She'd already forgotten most of her coworkers names over the holidays and chose to keep it that way.

She'd wanted to be picky but since she was here with Brighton, she couldn't. Instead, she piled food onto her plate, gagging internally as she counted the calories in her head. "A second one??" Her eyes widened at the suggestion, and she whispered loudly, "do you want everyone to think I eat this much?" How rude. Still, she did as she was told, and grabbed a second plate, filling that one as well. "Is Payton not coming?"

Before heading off to a find a table for the two of them, Brighton picked a grape from one of the bowls and shoved it in his mouth. Of course, that was also at the same time Zoe decided to talk and if he rolled his eyes even further, the possibilities of them popping right out of the sockets would be quite high, indeed.

He swallowed the grape, making a face because, no, it was not in fact without seeds. "I had no idea you concerned yourself with opinions outside of yours, mine and Payton's," He said, casually, though shooting her a sharp glance. Zoe could be a very disappointing person, as far as Brighton was concerned, but worrying over what others thought of her, well--he never thought that was one of her shortcomings, too. How unfortunate.

Anyway. "How should I know that?" He found a table, set down his plate. "I am not his keeper." At least, one time out of a hundred he was not. This seemed to be one of those.

10-22-2017, 12:05 AM	#8 (permalink)
Angie DoM Veela Join Date: Sep 2007 Location: Themyscira Posts: 37,611 Hogwarts RPG Name: Nerissa M. Tate Sixth Year x8	Wowza! Quote: Originally Posted by thekraken Completely forgetting all about orientation--she was in the middle of redecorating her (well, Payton's, really) room, and didn't have time to just come to the ministry all willy-nilly whenever they had an inclination to celebrate things--Zoe did her best to not appear too upset at having to attend. She'd already forgotten most of her coworkers names over the holidays and chose to keep it that way. She'd wanted to be picky but since she was here with Brighton, she couldn't. Instead, she piled food onto her plate, gagging internally as she counted the calories in her head. "A second one??" Her eyes widened at the suggestion, and she whispered loudly, "do you want everyone to think I eat this much?" How rude. Still, she did as she was told, and grabbed a second plate, filling that one as well. "Is Payton not coming?" Before heading off to a find a table for the two of them, Brighton picked a grape from one of the bowls and shoved it in his mouth. Of course, that was also at the same time Zoe decided to talk and if he rolled his eyes even further, the possibilities of them popping right out of the sockets would be quite high, indeed. He swallowed the grape, making a face because, no, it was not in fact without seeds. "I had no idea you concerned yourself with opinions outside of yours, mine and Payton's," He said, casually, though shooting her a sharp glance. Zoe could be a very disappointing person, as far as Brighton was concerned, but worrying over what others thought of her, well--he never thought that was one of her shortcomings, too. How unfortunate. Anyway. "How should I know that?" He found a table, set down his plate. "I am not his keeper." At least, one time out of a hundred he was not. This seemed to be one of those. __________________