The slight of my hand is now a quick pull trigger

[streetsmarts]

WHO: Nick and YOU
TONE: Shifty? Sarcastic etc
RATING: PG13
WHEN:  Feb 4th
WHERE: Library, Out of grounds and around the halls
WHAT: Nick is chilling around the school and people should come bother him.
STATUS: Ongoing

[The Halls, probably near Slytherin dorms.]
[Nick has found himself a clean, empty patch in the hallway and he's making himself up a neat little one man casino. Currently he seems to be engaging in a game of solitaire, he's grumbling to himself as he does but he's actually pretty damn good at it. Honestly, he doesn't really look like he wants to be bothered, unless you happen to look like he could win some money off you. Or anything, really. Cards are more fun if you're winning against someone, afterall.]

[Out of Grounds]
[Nick is a model student. That's why he's out here lighting a smoke with his wand and hoping to God nobody catches him. It's a terrible habit, and he really should stop, but he sure as hell isn't going to appreciate being told. Or caught, for that matter.]

[Library]
[If you happen to be studying here and look like you have more than half a brain in your head, Nick is going to be seating himself in front of you and trying to coaxe you into doing his homework for him.]

Comments

[streetsmarts]

Is that so? Well then. I'm sorry I disappoint you, I'm gonna be up all night thinking about it now.

Woah, woah. Con? How is it a con? You polish off this essay for me and I get something you need. Like a waxing kit or an eyebrow plucker. It's mutually satisfying.

[rule_britannia]

Don't keep me awake if you're going to be doing that.

[Sigh.]

You don't have anything I need. We've been over this before. Sometimes, I get the distinct feeling that you think I'm stupid.

[Not even addressing the eyebrow comments anymore. He's heard better jabs from his grandmother.]

[streetsmarts]

I don't know if I can promise that, man. I might have to come shake you and ask you to explain these horrible dreams I'm having.

You know what? It's almost embarrassing how close-minded you are sometimes.

[rule_britannia]

I'm embarrassing? You're the one coming over here trying to solicit services from someone who has never once taken you up on any of your offers. Either you're terribly bored, or desperate.

[He rests his chin against his hand and smirks.]

Running out of options, are you?

[streetsmarts]

Yeah, you're embarrassing both of us here, but you're used to it. [He shrugs and then shakes his heads.]

Nah. Plenty of poor people are smart. Easy to bait too. You, though? You're my white whale. Think about it, you're kind of a Moby Dick.

[rule_britannia]

Did you ever read to the end of that book?

[Sigh.]

You're annoying. What will it take to make you go away until I inevitably have to deal with you again before I go to sleep.

[streetsmarts]

Lady, I haven't even read the book. Call me when they make a movie adaption that doesn't suck.

You know exactly what it will take, Kirkland. Why don't you just make it easier for the both of us?

[rule_britannia]

Mm.. I know how I can make it easier for me. I have no interest at all in making things easy for you. Enjoy your failing grade, you bloody moocher.

[Arthur shoves his things into his bag and stands, heading out of the library.]

[streetsmarts]

You say that like I'm not in a library full of friends!

Oh no, honey! Don't go! I can change! [He's yelling from the table, earning him scowl from the librarian. Yet, he has no intention of getting up and chasing the other boy.]