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 Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2017 1:00 pm
Papaya was a troublemaker, that was for sure. Whether it be riling up fellow classmates or sassing people in charge, they were known for their poor manners and boisterous personality. But, they hardly ever seemed to get into trouble for it! They rarely acted out around their siblings, and certainly never put even so much as a hair out of line whenever their mother was around, so it was hard to get much in the way of a good talking to initiated. Papaya just didn’t care to listen to school authorities- and their mischievous behavior was only minor annoyances here and there, so it wasn’t really a big deal, was it?
Except that it very much was. For Mneme, anyway. Papaya had taken a great love for wrecking his perfectly organized pencil set. It was in perfect gradient alignment, from red to fuchsia. At least, it was the last time he’d opened his case. Now it was a complete mess! And he knew it was Papaya, he knew it was him because the fey kid was grinning at him from across the art studio. Oooh he’d get them eventually. Someone had to do something about this!
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2017 1:02 pm
Papaya just wanted to have some fun. Getting a reaction out of others was the best feeling- they didn’t want to cause actual distress, no, but annoyance? Amusement? Hell yes! Their little pranks weren’t meant to do harm, just get under the skin. It just so happened that there was a hybrid kid in their art class that was very easy to annoy. Mneme was so organized it was painful. And so, so easy to disrupt. Which they did, on a regular basis. If it wasn’t the pencils, it was the brushes. If not the brushes, then maybe the paints. This time it was the pencils- and oh, Mneme looked livid. Someday they’d get over it, after all, life was a mess!
They didn’t really think they’d have to deal with the consequences of their actions until after class- which was normal, Mneme didn’t ever speak up while class was in session (that would be rude!). But apparently fate had other things in mind…. Other things like this being a pair project. Papaya’s heart jumped a little when the teacher spoke his name, and then Mneme’s. Instantly the two of them looked at each other, Papaya with feigned innocence, Mneme with barely disguised displeasure. Still, the hybrid didn’t say anything, even when Papaya picked up their stuff and came to sit at their desk.
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2017 1:05 pm
This was the absolute worst. Honestly. A pair project with Papaya? He hadn’t even finished fixing his pencils, and now he had to deal with the menace up close and personal. Oh, he wasn’t going to let this slide, oh no. Papaya settled down across from him, the picture of innocence, as if nothing had happened, but Mneme knew better. He waited until Papaya was all settled in, then casually shifted his position- kicking one leg out while he did so. It effectively struck Papaya’s leg, right in the shin. The other kid winced, hissing through their teeth. “Oh, I’m sorry… Did I hit you?” Mneme fluttered his eyes in his own perfect innocent look, head tilted just slightly to one side.
This was petty, but it was all he could really do to get even. The art teacher didn’t care for handling little squabbles like this- and it was clear that complaining to administration wasn’t going to get him anywhere with Papaya. So, he’d just settle matters his own way.
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2017 1:08 pm
A sudden pain blossomed in one of their shins right as Mneme shifted position. They winced, hissing slightly in pain. Oh, they knew what this was. This was how Mneme wanted to react? So petty! “Oh, it’s okay. I know Litches tend to be clumsy.” Papaya grinned, a near face-splitting smile that just oozed fake pleasantry. They set out their paper, then picked up their pencil box. “So, we’re supposed to draw each other, right?” They quirked a brow, hand ghosting over their selection of colored pencils. They weren’t the best artist ever, but they were definitely going to put a great deal of effort into drawing Mneme. Someone this ridiculously self-absorbed needed it!
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2017 1:10 pm
Mneme narrowed his eyes a little, pursing his lips in a look of distaste. Honestly. A comment about his lineage? That was low, but two could play that game. “Oh really? I hear that Fey are pretty fragile.” Mneme put on his best pleasant smile, but made no movement from his current position. He could see Papaya’s eyes dart down to look at the little bud on their chest for a moment, as if reconsidering what they’d just said, but they also made no movement aside from getting their drawing supplies ready. “Yes, it seems we are.” He nodded, opening his case to the… awfully arranged colors. Ugh. It was going to take him forever to find the right ones. As annoying as Papaya was, they were kind of pretty.
Or were they? Mneme picked up a good sketching pencil- a light blue, the teacher had said it was good for putting under darker colors, then stared at Papaya hard for a few moments. Mneme was certain he could do a good job if he wanted- but did he want to?
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2017 1:11 pm
The thinly veiled threat did not escape Papaya’s attention. They hadn’t bargained for Mneme to possibly be a physical retaliator… They decided not to mention anything about racial characteristics from then on. Mneme was right- Fey were fragile, and Papaya was not exactly keen on finding out exactly how fragile they were. “I’m not good at it so it’s gonna look like crap.” They announced as they placed the pencil to the paper- better to give Mneme a reason not to look into what they were about to do too much. Then again, maybe they should abandon the idea of purposely making Mneme as hideous as possible… Would that get them a scathing look, or something more lasting? They weren’t entirely sure they wanted to find out.
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2017 1:12 pm
“That is fine, I already know you are not very good at drawing.” Mneme replied in a calm, yet knowing tone. He didn’t bother looking up from what he was doing- sketching out a nice circle to use as the base for Papaya’s head. He hadn’t really expected Papaya to be so quiet- when they didn’t immediately respond to his snide comment he glanced up. Papaya was concentrating hard- but not on their paper. “...You know, you cannot get better if you do not actually draw.” He rolled his eyes, then went back to sketching out some of Papaya’s features- fluffy antenna… Pointed ears… This wasn’t looking bad at all, Mneme was beginning to second guess his idea to sabotage the drawing.
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2017 1:13 pm
They’d gotten so wrapped up in trying to decide how to tackle the picture that they’d frozen up and hadn’t even started- now this was a first. Papaya was normally a person of action- not someone to get caught up in thinking about consequences to their actions. But something was different when the person they were prodding was sitting literally across from them- within leg’s reach. “Huh? Oh, yeah.” They shrugged- not really thinking much of Mneme’s (pathetic) attempt at an insult. They began sketching- big ears, one of them had a chunk missing… Was that from a fight, or was it the Rot thing the teachers talked about in class? “Did you get in a fight?” The question came out before they’d really thought about it- complete with pointing obviously at Mneme’s ear.
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2017 1:14 pm
Mneme was rather thankful that Papaya was quiet-- until they weren’t. He blinked, looking up to see Papaya pointing just past his hea-- oh. His ear. He made a face, scrunching his brows together as he frowned. “Of course not.” He huffed, not quite sure why he was so offended at the question but it had struck him as inexplicably rude. Or was it the pointing? He wasn’t sure. Either way, he didn’t miss the brief look of relief on Papaya’s face. Had they been hoping it was just the Rot? Wait- did they think he was the type to actually hit someone?
...Hadn’t he just done that very thing? Much like a light switch changes a room from dark to light- Mneme’s feelings flipped from offended to absolutely guilty. He’d struck someone- actually kicked them- over something stupid like his pencils continually getting messed up.
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2017 1:16 pm
Okay, not a fight. That was good. Papaya continued to scribble on their paper, though a slight change in Mneme’s posture caught their eye. It was like he deflated or something- he usually sat upright, the picture of how someone was supposed to sit, but now he was hunched over and not looking up at all. What changed? “...Did you get sick?” It was the only thing they could think of. Maybe a stomach ache? Would the teacher let them go? Papaya was not interested in getting thrown up on.
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2017 1:17 pm
“...No, I am okay.” Mneme shook his head, then sighed. He should apologize… “I am… sorry, that I kicked you. It was uncalled for.” He didn’t like apologizing- it was hard, and humiliating, but he’d rather deal with that than have someone think he’d actually hit them or something. He risked a look up, Papaya seemed confused, but didn’t look like they were going to make fun of him or anything. “Please do not touch my pencils any more. I do not like it when they are out of order.” He decided he might as well speak up about what was bothering him- though he was sure Papaya knew anyway.
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2017 1:18 pm
An apology- out of the blue. Or so Papaya thought- maybe they’d been obvious about trying to gauge how much of a physical reactor Mneme was? Either way, it was a strange thing to be apologized to and Mneme did not seem pleased to be doing it. Not that they could blame him- they hated apologizing too. “Oh.” They blinked, then… attempted to shrug it off as if it were nothing. “It’s fine, it was an accident wasn’t it?” They could let Mneme save face this time, they supposed- since he looked so torn up over it. Mneme started to protest, but they raised a hand to stop him. “And I guess I can leave your pencils alone. Y’know if you’d said somethin’ I woulda stopped earlier.” They shrugged, then went back to sketching as the teacher grew closer.
They weren’t supposed to be talking. Well- that didn’t stop them from whispering. Or at least, it didn’t stop Mneme from whispering about how he shouldn’t have had to ask in the first place- it was rude to touch other people’s things without asking- blah blah blah…. Gods, they almost regretted letting them get off easy.
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