"You've had a brother to look out for you, haven't you?" Ienzo protests, folding his arms. His pout is the kind of petulance that usually gets wipe off after the first few months of jeering, except Ienzo's turned it into the sort of full mouthed, surly, bow-lipped thing that all jaded tarts wear after they become immune to being called spoiled crybabies.
Edmund's taking his sweet time with the lock, which probably would be over and done with now if he weren't flapping his mouth.
"I just told you I didn't want an archrival!" The boy hisses hotly, annoyed above all that he'd only been half-listened to. That, or he could only handle sarcasm from certain sources, and Pevensie wasn't one of those trusted wellsprings yet.
A bit tricky to snitch to someone who's made themselves scarce he thinks despairingly, and lapses into a stony quiet while Edmund continues to struggle with the pin. At this rate there won't be any warning nip for them at all, and they'll both return to the dormitories feeling like fools, and Ienzo won't feel particularly guilty about it for setting him to the task, either. It's not his fault Ed's a lousy thief.
"What help would you have me be?" He tsks eventually, looking more bored and restless than ready to burst into laughter. "Can't do it? Want me to run and get my kit?"
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Date: 2017-01-14 07:13 am (UTC)Edmund's taking his sweet time with the lock, which probably would be over and done with now if he weren't flapping his mouth.
"I just told you I didn't want an archrival!" The boy hisses hotly, annoyed above all that he'd only been half-listened to. That, or he could only handle sarcasm from certain sources, and Pevensie wasn't one of those trusted wellsprings yet.
A bit tricky to snitch to someone who's made themselves scarce he thinks despairingly, and lapses into a stony quiet while Edmund continues to struggle with the pin. At this rate there won't be any warning nip for them at all, and they'll both return to the dormitories feeling like fools, and Ienzo won't feel particularly guilty about it for setting him to the task, either. It's not his fault Ed's a lousy thief.
"What help would you have me be?" He tsks eventually, looking more bored and restless than ready to burst into laughter. "Can't do it? Want me to run and get my kit?"