Profs need to socialize, too!

[grandhighwizard]

WHO: Teachers!
TONE: Snarky, interesting, fun?
RATING: All the way up to R for grown-ups talking and language
WHEN: March 20th
WHERE: Staff table in the Great Hall, or a teacher's lounge, if Hogwarts has one
WHAT: Just a general mingle thread for the grown-ups at the school
STATUS: Ongoing

Everyone can feel free to do different threads or whatnot!

Comments

[psiignlanguage]

[He's trying to avoid stammering a bit.]

...You speak in innuendos and you've touched me. You make me nervouth.

[grandhighwizard]

[arching an eyebrow] If you're unavailable, just say.

[psiignlanguage]

[Does not compute with the Helmsman.]

Unavailable?

[grandhighwizard]

Seeing someone. Dating. Involved. Married, even, though I don't see a ring. [Rhys didn't actually go into this with any intention to get romantically involved with this amusingly nervous young man, but he has the feeling saying that's what he's doing might fluster Cy more, and this is just too fun to give up now.]

[psiignlanguage]

[And just like that, he's stammering again.]

I-I'm thorry but i-i don't thi-ink thatth any of your buthineth!

[grandhighwizard]

Oh, are you straight? You know, there are potions for that. [cheerfully]

[psiignlanguage]

[Oh my god, he's screaming inside. And yes. Now he really is blushing. HE HAS TO STAY CALM.]

Th-thir, I-I don't thi-ink this really matterth!

[grandhighwizard]

That's my philosophy on the matter. If someone is attractive, they're attractive. Gender doesn't really come into it. So you are available?

[psiignlanguage]

[He actually lets out a slight whining noise.]

Yes. I am.

[grandhighwizard]

[grins broadly] Excellent! I'd hate to be stepping on anyone's toes. And you really are an amusing man, Onikous.

[psiignlanguage]

Why and how would you be stepping on toes?

[He's still whining. Although totally unaware of it now.]

I'd thank you, but I don't fancy myself as amusing.

[grandhighwizard]

Don't whine, it makes you sound five. I'll certainly play professor and student with you, if you enjoy that sort of thing, but you'll have to at least pretend to be a teenager - children are wholly unappealing.

[leans an elbow on the wall, and then leans in a bit closer to Cy] How do you imagine I would be stepping on the toes of your currently non-existent romantic partner? You're a clever man, I'm sure you can figure it out.

[psiignlanguage]

[He tries to speak, but the man just lets out some weird uneasy little noise instead. Adds something about there being the right age difference between them, before shutting his mouth.]

P-Perhapth I'm not exactly interethted in theeing thomeone now.

[grandhighwizard]

Are you or aren't you? [Not that Rhys is going to pay much attention, one way or the other, but it's fun to ask.]

[psiignlanguage]

[He's not exactly looking at the man now.]

I-I'm not really looking. I-I don't really do relathionthipth. They're awkward.

[grandhighwizard]

Pity ... so you're a casual sex, one night stand sort of fellow, are you?

[psiignlanguage]

[And just like that...He's red, and stammering.]

A-Abtholutely not!

[grandhighwizard]

[It's like he's got a little switch or something! Fantastic.]

Ah, then we're back to awkward. I could do awkward. Repeatedly. [smirks] You obviously already have some experience with that.

[psiignlanguage]

Minimal!

[WHY DID HE JUST TELL YOU THAT.]

[grandhighwizard]

[Oh, yeah, that smirk is blossoming into another disturbingly full grin.] Well, then I can definitely help with that.

[psiignlanguage]

[Playing the oblivious card]

What on earth are you talki-ing about!?

[grandhighwizard]

Didn't we just establish what this conversation was about? Have you forgotten already? [bringing up a finger to tap Cy lightly under the chin] Do keep up.

[psiignlanguage]

I-I have abtholutely no i-idea why you found thi-ith converthathion to be nethethary.

[Help.]

[grandhighwizard]

Well, mostly I just thought it was funny. [Rhys admits.]

But I like the way you blush and lisp. I find this conversation necessary because [and here he leans in, and murmurs into Cy's ear in a low, soft voice that's just about as dangerous as those occasional weird leaps in volume he indulges in sometimes] you need to get laid, and I'm quite willing to help. In fact, you might say I need to.

[psiignlanguage]

[He wants to pull back. He wants to run away right now. And he wants to fucking scream and hide in his quarters. But instead? Cyrus is just going to stand there, rather frozen, debating saying something along the lines of not knowing what Rhys was saying. But it was too obvious.]

Th-thank you for the offer, but I don't think I can a-akthept.