DE VIL

“what, starin’ or somethin’, mate? like what you see?”

‘m not staring, why would I?

“–A’ight, dickless. Sure. I’ll do that for you th’ day I get on my knees in a french maid costume and recite the fuckin’ fable book. Get a grip.”

“What was that? I only got about every third word of that.”

“I’m pretty sure I’d get further talking to a brick wall than I would literally anyone in that class. Can someone please just launch me back into space?”

“Honestly that class isn’t nearly as bad as some of the others. Space, really?”

“Honestly am just ready for tourney practice.”

“Is tourney that crazy one with the sticks and the disks, or is it the one with the board and all the little circles?”

He grinned at her “I’m glad.” he said heading over to the drinks.

“And this is the part where you offer me one of those,” she smiled.

“I’m sorry Adelina, I was joking I didn’t mean it like that.” he coughed scratching the back of his head “You look beautiful.” he  smiles

“That’s much better, thank you,” she laughed.

“Some are nice.” he says glancing at her “Your’s is okay, not really a clothes looking guy.” he jokes

“Only okay? I’m very offended by that, I was going for exquisite,” she said. 

“The only best part here.” he grins at her.

“Maybe not the only best part, the clothes are nice too.”

“This seems pretty boring so far.” Preston said looking around.

‘It’s not so bad, at least there’s food,” she remarked.

“How do I look?” Tantema asked, flipping her hair jokingly as she laughed.

“You look really great!”

‘ it’s a reality tv show. ’

“And what’s that?”

“It was really hard, trying to control the urge to set him on fire.”

“I would highly suggest, not doing that.”

“I just feel very frustrated.”

Do you want to talk?