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Post by Minos Montague on Feb 19, 2012 3:11:04 GMT -5
"Really? I hadn't noticed I did. Please give me your long list of explanations to convince me of this mindset I supposedly have?" Minos crossed his arms over his chest, waiting for the explanation. He rolled his eyes. "You obviously aren't blind since you found yourself over to me but I'm a prefect. That you already know but what you don't obviously realize is that I'm like a mini Head Boy. He tells you to do something you do it. You may not like some of your professors but you don't call them out like this. I know you're a Gyrffindor but you're bound to have some sort of brains, yeah? For Salazar's sake." He was by no means a person to give out a advice but this was just ridiculous.
"And what? Yours wouldn't? Like some of the order weren't too motivated and wanted some of us just as dead? Talk about the pot calling the kettle black." He grimaced. "No need to get all frustrated now," he said, noticing the Gyrffindor turning a shade of red. "You can wank all you want when you get back to your common room."
"Karma's a bitch, wanker. If you just asked what she would have been doing you would have never gotten detention but I've already decided you would so there." He cleared his throat. "Besides, this only proves my point further. I'm not cruel just fair." He grinned. "I know, I'm a comedy genius aren't I?" He expected no reply. "Alright Franklin, you're serving your detention with one of the professor's. We'll see who volunteers for you and your mouth. Or is that too much for you," he asked in a mocking way.
"If it really bothered you, you would have gone to a professor or the headmistress. But you knew deep down, it was a lost cause to go petition to one of them. They choose the prefects. They trust their word. You were trying to be a good big brother but ultimately, you failed. Sorry," he said hastily. He looked at Frankie for a long moment not saying anything. He squinted his eyes as if he was trying to see something he hadn't noticed about Frankie before. "And why would you have any problem with Laurent and Grey? I'd love to give them detention but I just can't give it to them, of course."
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Post by Frankie Macmillan on Feb 19, 2012 3:32:55 GMT -5
"Okay, fine. 1: You hold this ridiculously naive belief that the original cause that Voldemort was campaigning was good. 2) You're like these sex-obsessed like third year. All you want to do is make out with girls. 3) You believe power is the key to life and will make you popular when you're wrong. All of that implies have a kid-like mindset," Frankie explained him before narrowing his eyes. "The Professors work hard at their job and actually teach us something while meanwhile, you seem not to be working too hard if you're flirting with girls instead of punishing the appropriate people."
"I'm not saying that... I'm saying that yours killed more of us. A lot more innocent people then we would have killed... why are we even talking about this? It was like twenty years ago. I don't want to talk about this," he said, just shaking his head before his blush became even worse. He really shouldn't have started off talking about him and his wanking habits in the first place. "Oh, just fuck off, okay? It's not like you don't do it... or rather, it isn't like nobody doesn't do it for you."
"Stop calling me that!" he retorted hotly. He ran his fingers through his curls, noting they needed a haircut absentmindedly. That infuriating grin of the other guy's... without thinking, his gaze dropped down to the older boy's lips - they were so... no, Frankie, don't even go there - and he quickly averted it back to his eyes. He cleared his throat. Right, no taking bullshit anymore. "It's Frankie not Franklin and I'm sure whoever volunteers for my mouth will find it delightful."
"Still, that doesn't make me pathetic," he argued before taking a step backwards, his mouth opening and he wanted to tell the other guy everything all of a sudden. How Laurent caught him staring at Caspian Fleming the other day in the Great Hall and wouldn't stop calling him names that were true but he wouldn't ever admit in a million years and how Grey had started calling him 'fairy boy' and everybody was offering their condolences when, again, it was true... in a sense. "They're just bastards is all. Bullies. They push a kid in my house around a lot."
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Post by Minos Montague on Feb 19, 2012 20:18:10 GMT -5
"And you're wrong again. I never said it was good. It's just the way things have always been. The purebloods just like being at the top of the food chain. All third years want to do is make out? Good for them. I on the other hand want so much more then that. I want adult things. Things that children would find a little too wet. Power is important. If you don't have any how do you expect people not to trample over you." He crossed his arms over his chest. "Not like a child," he muttered. "And what are you going to treat other prefects like this? They don't teach you either but I'm thinking you aren't going to be such a problem to them as you are to me."
"Oh I'm sorry. I didn't realize I was talking to child. Does this make you sad? Are you going to cry now? " Minos started laughing at Frankie. "Your face is getting really red. At least it matches your tie." He grinned in a way where anyone could tell that he was thinking about the most sexual thoughts. "There's a big difference between jacking off and having someone give you a hand job. But then again, I haven't had one in a while. Most girls nowadays prefer to use their mouths."
"Well you do wank don't you? You said so yourself. Don't deny what you are. It's not good for you." He observed the other boy a little more now that he was silent. It was only for a few moments but it was long enough for Minos to notice that the other boy hadn't gotten his hair cut in a while. If he had that hair color he'd keep it groomed 24/7. "Well then Frankie-wait, I'm sorry. Did you just say what I thought you said? I'm sure whoever volunteers for my mouth will find it delightful," he repeated. "Are you saying you'd blow a professor? That's a little risky, I'll be the first to admit. But we all have fetishes. It's cool."
"I still think it does," he said dismissively. He kept his arms crossed over his chest waiting for Frankie to speak. His mouth was popped open as if his words wouldn't come out. He stepped forward into the spot Frankie once stood. Minos didn't notice that proximity that they were in at the time. It was all in the heat of the feud when they become close to each other ready to get physical if the fight led that way. "Sure." He let it drop but it definitely didn't sound like the whole story.
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Post by Frankie Macmillan on Feb 20, 2012 1:03:01 GMT -5
The fact that this guy was so obviously getting the better of him in this argument made Frankie hate him even more. He could gracefully accept defeat, of course, when arguing with a normal person... but this guy wasn't normal. Adult things? Like what? Sex? You're... you're not even legal," Frankie told him, wanting to come across as accusatory but unfortunately for him, it came out sounding rather amused instead. Fucking hell. "There's nothing wrong with a little power. But wanting too much of it... that's dangerous. And no, probably not. Then again, all those other Prefects probably aren't arseholes and I might actually like them. I don't like you."
"If it doesn't make you sad that people like us were killed then it's obvious you're a robot and I'm not a child. I'm fourteen, my voice has already broken and we're practically the same height. That doesn't make me a child, it makes me a teenager. "Oh, just fuck off already! There is not. It's essentially the same thing but just with a different hand." Thinking about Minos while getting head was definitely not safe for his thoughts. He was speechless, his face growing even warmer. "I don't need to know what people have been doing to your... your... dick."
"Yes, I do do that but I don't... I don't..." he spluttered, trying to find words. He crossed his arms over his chest, simply sighing as he tried to calm down. "You're really fucking annoying, you know that? And... and who's to say that I'd blow a Professor? Last... last time I checked you can't blow a woman." Liar, liar, liar.
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Post by Minos Montague on Feb 20, 2012 23:50:27 GMT -5
Minos shrugged his shoulders. “It’s only really ever a problem when you’re shagging someone who’s older. But get someone over seventeen then it’s a big problem but who’s going to tell.” He scrunched his face. “I’m only a prefect, not Hitler. Relax. I have more authority then you but I’m not like Head Boy or anything. Not yet anyways,” he said with crooked smile. “That’s probably true but I’m not an arse. Thought, I am genuinely hurt. I so wanted your approval..” His statement was laced with sarcasm.
“Well I’m not going to cry over it like you but then again I’m not exactly throwing a party for the dead now am I. But whatever. You don’t want to talk about it.” He laughed. “So congrats your voice dropped and you’re a little shorter then me. If you think physical appearances makes you more of an adult then you are a child.” He shook his head. “No it’s not. One is the act your favor because you can’t get a girl and the other is act is done by someone other then you. Do you get the difference now?” He raised an eyebrow. “Are you a prude or what?”
He shrugged. “I’ve heard worse from people I actually care about. But I don’t give two fucks about what you think of me.” He frowned. “If you’re trying to convince me of something then you might as well have some confidence. You stutter to much to be telling the truth.”
OOC:sorry for the lame post!
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Post by Frankie Macmillan on Feb 21, 2012 1:01:18 GMT -5
"The parents, the person you're with if they're vengeful, you, a nearby voyeur... there's actually a lot of people who could tell the authorities," Frankie couldn't help but mutter before a look of utter confusion crossed his face. "What's a Hitler?" He shrugged. "Okay, sorry, you're a bastard then. My mistake... and I'm sure you do yearn for my approval even though you look like one of those guys who claim that they don't care when, really, they do." "I'm not crying! For Merlin's sake... and by all physical means, I'm a man. There's a lot of different aspects of me that can be considered manly, okay? You are so -" he cut himself off, simply shaking his head. "Okay, I don't want a girl and even if I did, I could get one. However, I don't, as I thought we established, and if I wanted to get a... handjob then I could. And I am not a prude! I'm very non-prudish, okay?" He took a deep breath, glaring. "I have confidence. I have lots of confidence, alright? If I actually wanted to, I would blow a Professor. But there's a number of reasons why I wouldn't: 1) it's illegal, I'm underage; 2) it goes completely against what I believe in and 3) I'm not gay. However, if given the opportunity to give head to a female member of the staff then I would. Happily. Because I like... breasts and stuff." ((OOC: It's fine, haha!  ) |
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Post by Minos Montague on Feb 29, 2012 0:11:10 GMT -5
"You're a real fucking stick in the mud, y'know? It's no wonder why no one wants to shag you. You'd be terrible, babbling about all the bullshit things no one wants to talk about when they're just trying to get off." Minos rolled his eyes. Is this guy serious? "Look, even I'm a pureblood, and I know who he is. He's a muggle who killed about 6 million Jews." He laughed. "I have parents thanks, who were married when mum gave birth to me. And who are you in my life that I need such an acceptance from? You're just some fourth year who can't keep his mouth shut for longer then five minutes."
"Name five things that makes you manly. Go on then." He sighed. "I'm so what? If you're going to call me a bastard again, I don't even want to hear it." He squinted his eyes. "Oh really? So you have no problems talking about sex, and pussy and cock, yeah? I think you're little virgin problem you have going for yourself makes you a bit of a prude."
He shrugged. "So you say. Breasts and stuff." He trailed off. "Well you can fantasize about your professor, male or female, which ever you get, at detention. Are you done or do you have another lecture you want to give me?"
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Post by Frankie Macmillan on Feb 29, 2012 3:21:26 GMT -5
Frankie was quiet for a moment or two, letting the words sink in and try to gain meaning. It was a fear of his, sure, would he be shit when he finally actually got with somebody and Minos had hit the nail on the head. He felt his cheeks warm again about his lack of knowledge about somebody so important that this guy obviously knew about. "Obviously parents who didn't teach you matters," he muttered before he raised his chin in defiance. "If I wanted to keep my mouth shut then I would. It's just that you say such stupid things I have to point out the flaws of your logic."
"Okay then. I'm taller than most blokes in my year, my voice has broken, I've got -" Don't tell him you have pubes, you idiot. "- facial hair. I'm very happily testosterone full-filled. I've filled out. I've lost all my baby fat... that's five and an extra one, right there," he told him, unable to help himself. Apparently, he was quite mouthy when it came to this guy. At Minos' next words, he tried his hardest to keep any trace of a blush out of his cheeks. "I'm not a prude! I love talking about sex. Truly. It's an enlightening subject."
"Yep. I love them," he said, forcing himself to sound the slightest bit believable. "I'll be happy to fantasize about my very feminine Care of Magical Creatures, thanks... and nope. Pretty much done. You off to try and fuck another girl now?"
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Post by Minos Montague on Mar 4, 2012 3:06:01 GMT -5
Minos gave out a frustrated sigh. "Look, red face," Frankie just earned himself a new nickname," My parents taught me enough. Obviously they didn't think of some annoying little shit. So forgive me if I'm not being a nice guy. You're not exactly Mr. Welcoming either. So I think I and all those girls that don't want to shag you want you to shut your fucking mouth already."
"Doesn't matter how you look. You're still a kid. You don't become a man until you shag someone. Any father will tell you that. So you can take your testosterone elsewhere. Okay?" Minos smiled. "Alright then. Talk about it, since you're so interested in it, you know, for a virgin."
Minos nodded, not believing Frankie one bit. "Sure. You know what? I don't have Care of Magical Creatures, but I'll make sure to pass on that on." He nodded with a slight grimace on his face. "What you think you know me now? From this little spat? For all you know, my next stop could be broom cupboard to shag a guy. But since you asked I'm going to the common room and telling all the other snakes how ridiculous of a person you are."
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Post by Frankie Macmillan on Mar 4, 2012 3:27:23 GMT -5
Red face. What a charmingly suitable and equally horrible nickname. Frankie's scowl didn't lessen any more and possibly even became a little more scowl~y. "Actually, I'm quite a nice person when you get to know me... and if you're not an arsehole." "Pretty sure that science disagrees with you there," he couldn't help but arguing a little more. Growing up around his father, he'd learnt to be incredibly stubborn. His blush worsened again but, never one to back down from a challenge, he squared his shoulders. "Okay, then." He cleared his throat, starting off in a mechanical voice, "So, I saw this girl bending over the Herbology table the other day. She was so hot. I just wanted to take her right there. She had a really splendid arse. Truly wonderful." "Nobody'll believe you even if you did pass that on. You know that, right?" Christian Laurent would be sure to take care of that. He visibly blanched when Minos mentioned shagging a guy. He was joking, right? Right? "I've... got to go and... tell my sister that I've still got detention... bye." He didn't catch the last bit of Minos' sentence, solely focused on the comment about shagging a guy as he walked away, quite quickly. ((OOC: Fin?
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Post by Minos Montague on Mar 4, 2012 14:04:40 GMT -5
Minos shrugged. "Well then I guess we won't be much more then enemies to each other ever then. I'm actually a nice guy too if you aren't such an idiot."
"It's not fucking science you prick. How 'manly' would you be if you were forty and you still haven't had sex yet?" Minos shook his head. "But I'm done with you now. You're almost as bad a man as you are trying to convince me you aren't a prude. Don't worry, I was like that, once upon a time."
"Do you really think that? There a whole lot of gullible people in this school." Minos crossed his arms over his chest. Everything was going so well. He was sure Frankie was going to start talking again, in response to something Minos said. He watched him leave for a long time. He his a nice arse to bad he's annoying as fuck.
(ooc: fin!)
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