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 Posted: Wed Nov 24, 2010 1:00 pm
Azzo paused, he lofted a brow, he wasn't going to reply to that. Specially in front of the cashier, he was trying not to be snappy really! His need for control of his particular situation was leaving him a bit foul mooded anyways.
He blinked, at the pout, Azzo was really wishing there was some other cute guy or something walking by that Paris would go cling to. He sighed as he took his things and watched Pairs dig into his purse and scrawl out his name.
Azzo paused, lofted a brow then frowned, "What grade are you in?" He asked looking at Paris. "Better yet how old are you?" He knew the kid was kinda short but he thought he might've recognized the hand writing, plus the idea just occurred to him, if he was thinking right this kid might be jail bait... That probably made this wonderful experience that much better.
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Posted: Wed Nov 24, 2010 9:11 pm
Paris happily shoved the piece of paper with his number on it into one of Azzo's hands before answering his question. "My age depends on if you want the truth or a lie."
He didn't think he was jail-bait. He was old enough to consent, and he consented a lot -- with a lot of people. But that was his prerogative.
Satisfied that Azzo would at least keep the piece of paper until they split up (at which point he wouldn't be surprised if the kid tossed it into the nearest dumpster), Paris slid his pen back into his purse. In answer to Azzo's question, he settled with giving him as much of the truth as he'd ever give anyone. "My ID says I'm twenty-one, but I'm in the eleventh grade, so... work that out in your head if you want."
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Posted: Wed Nov 24, 2010 9:16 pm
Azzo was looking at Paris as he had the boy's number shoved into his hand. He glanced at it breifly before folding it up and placing it in his vest pocket.
"Huh... so round about 16 or 17 then." Azzo said more than asked with a lofted brow, he tutted. However, he gave a shrug, tilting his head. "Weren't you in Meadowview?" He asked curiously, it seemed likely that the under class-men had been there.
Shame it took Azzo this long to put two and two together. Though it'd explain, most likely, why he was some what the subject of being targeted. He was of course more than ready to depart from the other, however he had to sedate some curiosities first, at least Azzo wasn't a cat.
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Posted: Wed Nov 24, 2010 9:35 pm
"Meadowview?" Paris wondered when Azzo continued to question him. "Yeah, I was, for a little more than two years. Then I got expelled."
He paused to look at Azzo again, staring at him intently before his smile returned. "That must be why you look familiar!" he decided. "I thought I recognized your hair from somewhere. We must have passed one another in the halls every once in a while. You can't tell me you never heard of me," he said, once again batting his lashes. "Paris LeFay. Ring a bell? I got suspended earlier in the semester. I'm sure I'm being missed."
It hadn't been all that hard to leave, in any case. Hillworth wasn't so bad, just a bit too restricting for his tastes, but he could totally work around that. He just risked being yelled at for it this time instead of simply receiving strange and/or confused looks.
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Posted: Wed Nov 24, 2010 9:43 pm
Azzo seemed to think, "Obviously, I ended up there, in Meadowview, mid-way through last year." He said eyes wondering around, where had he heard the name?
It seemed it didn't take too long as he suddenly remembered, "Oh yeah Sydney mentioned you one day in class."
Azzo wasn't sure about the being missed part, but Sydney was probably going to have a field day when she heard about this. Azzo rubbed his face slightly as he seemed to think. "That reminds me, I gotta grab her something." He muttered, "Probably grab a gift card to that skateboard shop or something."
He wasn't actually sure what Sydney would like, but he remembered she mentioned Skateboards, so that was what it was.
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Posted: Thu Nov 25, 2010 3:38 pm
Paris continued to smile when it seemed as if people were talking about him at Meadowview, even if it was only one of the few people he could actually consider a personal acquaintance -- maybe even a friend if he actually cared to use the word. "Sydney did? We used to cut up in class a lot. I didn't know you knew her."
Azzo's name certainly didn't ring any bells, but then Paris wasn't normally the sort of person to pay attention to many things outside of his own interests, so if Sydney had ever mentioned the other boy to him it had long since slipped his mind. At least he'd know how to get a hold of Azzo if he ever felt the need to bother him again. Perhaps in his boredom one day in the future he'd feel like teasing an easy victim.
"Make sure you tell her you saw me, and that I say 'hi.' Tell her to call me sometime, too. I lost her number when my old phone was stolen. Some douche filched it off me when I was doing him a favor."
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Posted: Thu Nov 25, 2010 5:01 pm
Azzo shrugged, "I think we ended up in a class together when Mr. Gordon was teaching English."
Azzo nodded, "I'll do that." He replied with a glance off towards the other end of the mall. "Anyways I gotta get going. Thanks for the... um help." He said with an uneasy pause.
"See you around." He added and tried to slip off and hoped he wasn't followed, he wasn't sure he could take another round of embarrassment.
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Posted: Thu Nov 25, 2010 5:09 pm
Paris wasn't going to follow him, as amusing as continuing to embarrass him would be. He knew when to quit, especially when he considered there might be more opportunities to bother Azzo in the future. Few other people turned such a delightful shade of red.
He watched the other boy begin to head off, lifting a hand to wiggle his fingers in a wave. "Okay, Azzo~! It was nice meeting you~!" he chirped happily. "And remember~! Call me if you ever get the chance~!"
He paused just long enough to make sure Azzo didn't throw his number out while he remained within his line of vision, then turned to begin heading in the opposite direction.
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