Edmund isn't sure either which Ienzo is playing, the loner out of the gossip loop or the cunning schemer angling for more juicy details. Either way, it seems he's hit upon some small piece of interesting trivia that gives him the tiniest bargaining chip. He'll take it.
"Oh, it isn't the sort of thing I'd discuss in hallways," he says wickedly, a shrug of his shoulders in a obliquely casual way. "I'm sure you understand," and there's a knowing twist to his mouth as he looks hard at Zexion, trying to tell the act from the truth in the sudden deflation of grandeur into desolation. There's lots of things you lot wouldn't discuss in hallways, isn't there?
He looks almost pityingly at his painfully raw companion. "I knew that when I was nine year old. You must be new to the educational experience here, eh? Or did your cronies always protect you from that sort of thing, even when you were young?"
Even if Ienzo wants to shake it all off as nothing, Edmund is not one to blindly trust these days. What was at first a harmless schoolboy lark seemed a bit more momentous now. Not that he was about to call it off. Just to tread cautiously as they went. Edmund twists the pin into an L-shaped bracket. "A peek...perhaps. But it would be mere curiosity on my part. For you? Surely you can't be entirely oblivious to your reputation here. If I knew what was good for me, I would probably leave you well enough alone. Fortunately, or unfortunately..."
He bends before the professor's door, and slides his makeshift lockpick in, resigned to settle in for a long few minutes of rattling. Too bad Ienzo hasn't shared his magical set with him...
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Date: 2017-01-14 04:17 am (UTC)"Oh, it isn't the sort of thing I'd discuss in hallways," he says wickedly, a shrug of his shoulders in a obliquely casual way. "I'm sure you understand," and there's a knowing twist to his mouth as he looks hard at Zexion, trying to tell the act from the truth in the sudden deflation of grandeur into desolation. There's lots of things you lot wouldn't discuss in hallways, isn't there?
He looks almost pityingly at his painfully raw companion. "I knew that when I was nine year old. You must be new to the educational experience here, eh? Or did your cronies always protect you from that sort of thing, even when you were young?"
Even if Ienzo wants to shake it all off as nothing, Edmund is not one to blindly trust these days. What was at first a harmless schoolboy lark seemed a bit more momentous now. Not that he was about to call it off. Just to tread cautiously as they went. Edmund twists the pin into an L-shaped bracket. "A peek...perhaps. But it would be mere curiosity on my part. For you? Surely you can't be entirely oblivious to your reputation here. If I knew what was good for me, I would probably leave you well enough alone. Fortunately, or unfortunately..."
He bends before the professor's door, and slides his makeshift lockpick in, resigned to settle in for a long few minutes of rattling. Too bad Ienzo hasn't shared his magical set with him...
"I'm not the leaving-well-enough-alone kind."