I don't think it would have helped
Wed Jan 23, 2019 23:20

Dorian was rather surprised by the person who came and took a seat with him. She was in Pecari, so it made sense for her to come and sit at that table, but why was she coming to sit with him? They did not know each other, and had rather little cause to. He had paid attention to the year below his own, both because he (on and off) shared classes with them and also because they would have been Émilie's cohort had she attended Sonora. The years below that... He was familiar only with specific members of them, whom he had a particular reason to pay attention to. He knew Katerina, for example, and to a lesser extent, Lyssa, because he was responsible for them. They were in his house and were the sisters of his- well, Katerina was the sister of his friend. Lyssa was the sister of someone who seemed to think Dorian was friendly and appeared to like him a confusing amount - more than Dorian felt he ought to, based on anything he had done to deserve it, and more than he had expected him to based on their seemingly opposite interests. He did not feel he knew Parker well enough to get particularly involved in Lyssa's life, the way he had in Katerina's, but he... knew who she was. And would help if she needed it. But she seemed fine. The rest of them were just... 'smaller than Émilie' and he did not give them much further thought. Well, younger than her anyway. Between her diminuitive size and being a summer baby, Émilie lagged behind her own yearmates in the height stakes. The second year that had just sat down with him also looked rather on the tall side.

The fact that 'I have talked to your brother and he appears not to hate me' was, in his mind, an insufficient reason to bother Lyssa brought him to another point, regarding why this girl sitting with him was odd. He was uncertain about butting in unwanted on Lyssa, or anyone else's, life. And he was older than her. He thought about the students two years older than him. Winston, Simon, Victor. Even before Simon had proven himself to be a xenophobic butthole, Dorian would never, never in a million years had the guts to go up to any of them. Even Kir, who was less... serious than the Pureblood boys. He was just so much older than Dorian. Was this girl not intimidated by the fact that he was a fourth year? Well, clearly the answer was no, and the question itself sounded ridiculous even in his own head because why would anyone find him intimidating, ever? And it wasn't that he wanted to be. It was just... it was very Pecari of her not to be bothered by it. Maybe he should have sat at Crotalus after all. They might all have ignored him. Scared him, yes. That too. But from a respectably grumpy distance.

In spite of not really knowing her year group, he had of course, seen her around. It was a small school, and she had a habit of having a strangely vivid mouth. The first time he saw her, he thought someone's colour changing charm had gone awry. But then, it had kept happening. He was, of course, familiar with the concept of lipstick. Mama wore it, and Émilie did for parties. It was universally somewhere along the pink and red spectrum. He was not sure why anyone would have wanted lipsticks in the colours this girl wore. His understanding was that the point of make-up was the make you look pretty and hers just made her look strange and off-putting.

The world definitely had it in for him this morning. First balloons, and now an orange lipped stranger was forcing her company on him. It was both unpleasant and surreal, and he wondered for a moment if it was real because he had definitely had dreams in which fewer odd and unpleasant things happened.

"Good morning," he replied, even though it demonstrably wasn't. He kept his tone even and polite however, his face neutral. "Yes. My name is Dorian," he responded, when she asked if he was friends with Tatiana, wondering whether this was just small talk, a declaration of something in common, or an investigation into why he had chosen to sit there, "Do you know her much?" he asked. Clearly the girl knew who Tatiana was, and they were housemates, but that was different from actually knowing someone.

  • Oh, I should've worn black lipstick then.Evelyn Stones, Wed Jan 23 13:34
    Evelyn was feeling a bit of a mess. Although she was pretty happy with how things were going at Sonora so far, there were always complications. However, she was happy to be wearing her makeup today,... more
    • I don't think it would have helped — Dorian, Wed Jan 23 23:20
      • But it would have been more fun. Evelyn Stones, Wed Jan 23 23:47
        Evelyn was a bit surprised that the Teppenpaw seemed so unfriendly. Perhaps that was too strong a word, but she had done him the courtesy of at least making polite small talk and greeting him while... more
        • You have a strange sense of funDorian, Thu Jan 24 00:13
          There were two different versions of Dorian; the one who came out around his friends who was warm and talkative and who smiled easily, and the one who dealt with strangers, who was quiet and... more
          • You have a strange sense of home. Evelyn Stones, Sun Feb 10 23:30
            Evelyn was mid-bite when Dorian replied, and she paused with her mouth open before putting down her fork, food still on it, and considering Dorian more closely. "That's a very good reply," she said,... more
            • That's rudeDorian, Tue Feb 12 05:25
              The other girl stopped. Like, literally, fork down, dead stop. Dorian blinked as she declared his answer good. “Thanks,” he managed, relieved that the odd gesture wasn’t an indicator of anger. It... more
              • I tend to be. Sorry about that. Evelyn Stones, Wed Feb 20 00:15
                Dorian didn't say much. Evelyn thought that was odd. She knew he was nice; did that mean she should talk less? She hated to think that she talked too much, particularly since she usually thought of... more
                • Apparently I am as wellDorian, Thu Feb 21 07:47
                  This girl was definitely strange. Dorian supposed most people were strange, in some way, to some others. Maybe people found Tatya’s jewellery strange, or Jehan’s hypothetical questions. He supposed... more
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