01-09-2019, 12:56 AM
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SPOILER!!: Indigo Quote:
Originally Posted by littledhampir  "I'll check it out," he said, and he meant it. He was always willing to read really whatever was suggested. Though he wasn't sure if this boy was implying that he was the sort to like books that were mostly pictures. Whatever, no, that wasn't important.
"Okay." Was all he said to that explanation. He supposed that he could understand that, his mother wanting him to stay closer. But even if he had been receiving some lesson it still seemed like he would be pretty far behind. If he knew the basics, did he really know much more than a first year? Maybe a third year? Whatever, that was his business, not Indigo's. So he wasn't going to pry into his business.
Except now it seemed that the conversation had come to an end. He had been doing fine, but now he didn't know what to say anymore. Indigo wasn't great at talking to other people and holding normal conversations. "So you're from, uh, Ireland?" Nope. Dude really wasn’t much of a talker was he? He resisted the urge to wrinkle his nose in protest choosing to keep trying to engage him in conversation. He would speak to him. And at least he had agreed to reading the comic he had suggested. Caolan thought he had pretty good taste if you asked him, the guy wouldn’t regret it. “I’ll give you this after I’m done with it” It would only take him all of two days to finish it provided they weren’t dumped with a load of homework in the first week. Why did teachers always do that?! First week of term and you’re just settling in? Here have 5 different assignments all due on Monday.
Moving on..
The matter of his nationality came up and he couldn’t help a little smirk. “Is it that obvious?” The accent was a dead giveaway. “Technically I’m from Northern Ireland.” Which still made him British. He was pretty proud of his heritage. He was from a small farm that his family owned in the luscious green hills on the outskirts of the town he attended school at. He wasn’t particularly well-off, most of his school stuff was old hand-me-downs left for him by his father but he didn’t particularly care. It never really mattered at his old school so he didn’t really see why it would here.
“What about you?” he asked. Where was he from he meant. |
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