#westonswolf

Oh how tempted he was to snap back and tell the younger to be more concerned about his own damn business. Too bad he was in an environment where he had to feign politeness. Phipps made this fruit cake so it was perfect, the only one he’d ever attempt to eat. 

 “Haa???? Its not with you??? I’ve been doing this pose since you asked so I have no idea where it is---

♟:Patching up a wound

westonswolf

Looking at her hand being wrapped with a bandage by a stranger, Charlotte had no idea what to say; she should apologize… but the idea of talking itself seemed not to be right.

Usually, she wasn’t clumsy; however, there came the times when she got lost in her own thoughts and things like this happened.

Having tripped over her own legs, she had fallen onto a boy, or maybe already a young man, what caused both of them to get onto the ground. She, however, had her hand hurt, and the other was good enough to start patching it, seeing that.

"Thank you," she almost whispered at some point, her voice as flat as though it did not belong to a real person. "And forgive me; I have never intended to hurt you… I should have been more careful. I hope you are not hurt."

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He's dangerously close to the youth's face, his smile never looking more polite. It's a fake and he's the king at this game of pretence, something that he had been playing for so long he can hardly remember how to be completely real.

"The little artist..." He whispers, threat low in his tone but being playfully at least. "The little prefect. I still remember that one that was in the place you are now when I was still studying here. Quite grim, plenty interesting."

Too bad that man never held his curiosity for long enough. Vincent didn't even remember his name. With this one he hoped to develop a different story. Cornering Violet against a wall, he rested his hand on the side of the boy's head, as threatening as he should look for the occasion.

He leans in closer to those eerie lips, his smile not once faltering, but he tilts his head to the side and deposits a little touch in the end of the youth's mouth. Quick to retire, he bows to the other in a mocking manner.