"I'd take anybody with half as much observational fortitude as you as a potential threat," Edmund clarifies with a wry look in return, "but if it tickles your fancy to consider yourself an ominous figure, I won't be churlish enough to deny you the pleasure."
Of course, Ienzo has to go and follow it up with something that could indeed be taken as a threat in a certain light. A threat, or a warning, or a friendly caution between schoolmates. Edmund's brows flatten, and his face grows guarded. "Your circle was rumoured to dabble in worse, and yet here you are, innocently speculating on Plato like a good boy," he half-sneers. "Going to turn snitch as well as prig?"
Nobody quite knew what Ienzo's game was anymore. Edmund couldn't give two figs about schoolyard status, and a part of him fancied the thought of an unincorporated scholar to parry wits with as a chum, but there were darker things murmured about that cliquish set than mere exclusivism, eruditry, and pederasty. Just what was Ienzo's part in all of that?
"I've heard things," he agrees, pulling his satchel of books close and taking some of the weight off his shoulder. "Which is far more reason to ask you directly than not. If I believed all I heard in this coll, I'd be the most gullible first year to ever walk these halls. But these unorthodox circumstances...they'd be worth the listen. The bracing mug would merely be to warm up from the bitter walk to the pub."
He eyes Ienzo speculatively. "Running away already? Aren't you worried some poncy senior will get his mitts on you mid-flight?"
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Date: 2016-11-24 11:24 pm (UTC)Of course, Ienzo has to go and follow it up with something that could indeed be taken as a threat in a certain light. A threat, or a warning, or a friendly caution between schoolmates. Edmund's brows flatten, and his face grows guarded. "Your circle was rumoured to dabble in worse, and yet here you are, innocently speculating on Plato like a good boy," he half-sneers. "Going to turn snitch as well as prig?"
Nobody quite knew what Ienzo's game was anymore. Edmund couldn't give two figs about schoolyard status, and a part of him fancied the thought of an unincorporated scholar to parry wits with as a chum, but there were darker things murmured about that cliquish set than mere exclusivism, eruditry, and pederasty. Just what was Ienzo's part in all of that?
"I've heard things," he agrees, pulling his satchel of books close and taking some of the weight off his shoulder. "Which is far more reason to ask you directly than not. If I believed all I heard in this coll, I'd be the most gullible first year to ever walk these halls. But these unorthodox circumstances...they'd be worth the listen. The bracing mug would merely be to warm up from the bitter walk to the pub."
He eyes Ienzo speculatively. "Running away already? Aren't you worried some poncy senior will get his mitts on you mid-flight?"