"It was 10 in the morning, and Ian found himself with nothing to do. No one to spar with, no one to flirt with, no one to crack jokes with- nothing." "Soon before long, Ian saw his first potential victim:" "The Irishman knew that he was gorgeous, alright- hence the arrogant and cocky attitude that he wore like a second skin." "Since Harry was a kid of Hypnos, Ian didn’t really expect anything different when the other boy rubbed his eyes and spoke in a sort of detached, dreamy way. It made him look sort of cute- like a disgustingly cuddly teddy bear, in a way." "He had managed to pick out a nice black v-neck shirt that showed off his figure, a pair of deep-wash jeans, matching socks, and his Nikes’. Never let it be said that Ian Proioxis always has to put effort to make himself look good." "Alright, dream-boy."
- ladies and gentlemen, I present to you.... Ian Proioxis
