Connor
Now you're just copying
Sat Jul 28, 2018 12:38
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It wasnít unusual for Connor to be confused when talking to Marley because she often said things that didnít make sense. Usually they could be tied back to the conversation as a whole, though, which was apparently not going to be the case for today. Why had he bothered giving talking to Marley a try? What else could he have expected?

ďWhat are you even talking about?Ē Connor said, unable to keep the exasperation out of his voice. ďI didnít say a single thing about gender.Ē

He would not say a single thing about gender, for that matter. It was Connorís opinion that proper girls should be polite and reserved, like Claudia, but he acknowledged that there were other types of girls - Rose and Marley, for example. Connor could tolerate those types of girls and not even tell them that they were misbehaving (most of the time, although Marley did try his patience) but that didnít mean he thought that people should be like them. It would be moderately more acceptable for a boy younger than Connor to behave the way Marley or Rose did, but he didnít think that was acceptable behavior for an almost-sixteen-year-old regardless of their gender. There it was: Connor believed in gender equality. He just also believed in people behaving in a manner appropriate to their environment, which apparently left him in the RM minority.

On the coals, the potato Connor knew was his shifted a little bit. It didnít look like it was cooking. How long until it was ready? He didnít really want to eat food that came out of a fire like a heathen, but at the same time he was pretty hungry and had foregone dinner to attend this event, since it would have food. If he had been thinking clearly, the Cetus realized, he would have eaten dinner before coming to this event and thus spared himself the trouble of having to cook his own food. He could have just attended briefly, greeted Nolan and anyone else acceptable in attendance, and then been on his way once everyone stopped paying attention to him. That was how he normally handled Agricultural Club, after all.

The potato shifted again and Connor frowned. As much as he hated asking Marley for advice, she seemed to be an expert in the art of cooking things on a fire because of course she was. That was exactly the kind of gross person that Marley was. She ate dirt-rocks cooked in ashes. Disgusting. And now he was going to join her in that venture. Eugh. Why in the world was Connor still trapped in this merlinforsaken place filled with this sort of person? Why?

ďIs it supposed to do that?Ē Connor interrupted whatever Marley was on about to gesture at the potato. ďMove like that, I mean.Ē

  • Now you're just copying - Marley, Fri Jul 27 23:02
    There was so much that was backwards in what Connor was saying that for a moment she wasnít even sure where to start. There was also so much that was baffling that she didnít know whether to react... more
    • Now you're just copying - Connor, Sat Jul 28 12:38
      • When she tuned back in, it was a nice change of pace to note that Connor actually wasnít being all Muggle-phobic or Eurocentric Magick-centric or whatever (he was technically European so... more
        • All right, the potato was apparently supposed to do that, according to Marley. Although Marley didnít seem as though she were particularly sure, as she scampered off to see Myffi and check, leaving... more
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