At eleven o'clock the headless horseman does one lap around the Commons carrying the Headmistresses head in his arms. There are some pretty rad sound effects and smells. It causes quite the scene and students definitely took notice.
Michi did her best to remember to take it easy taking her last party into consideration. She had been dancing when she heard a shriek behind her, she turned and looked to see the headless horseman prancing through the commons. "Holy shit!" she pointed at the illusion with one hand and grabbed the closest shoulder.
"Woa--HO JESUS!" Gray jumped a bit when a hand clapped on his shoulder. He'd been too distracted to realized Michiko was actually that close to where he was-- else he might have tried to slink away. Though he might have been a bit conspicuous in a bright orange hoodie.
Oh fucking hell. Of course. "Oh hey," she said fumbling a bit awkwardly, suddenly feeling a bit self conscience of what she was wearing. "Yeah... that's a pretty creepy illusion." She still gripped his shoulder, as if saying don't you care take off Gregoire.
God, did she have to dig her nails in like that? "Yep. That was... yup." Gray cringed almost visibly, so he tried desperately to look for another subject.
"Hey! I am wearing pants!" she smacked him with her free hand. "They're just... little pants, you know what? Shut up jerky mc jerk face," she could shake him she was so mad.
"So... does this mean your done being awkward and avoidy?"
Gray flinched visibly as the back of Michiko's hand made contact with his chest, despite the fact that it was more of a tap than anything else.
"What are you talking about?" He shrugged, smirking slightly to play off normalcy. He wasn't being awkward! And he was pretty sure avoidy wasn't a word in the English language.
So... he was still being awkward and avoidy by pretending everything was fine? "Oh hell no," with a firm grip she started to drag him away from the crowd. "We're going to have a talk Gregoire Leclaire. And don't you give me that cool guy smirk like everything is fiiiiiine."
Ow. "Michi-ow. Ow ow ow ow ow." Gray winced as she dragged him along. It hadn't been too much of a problem until she started to pinch at the part of his shoulder that had nerves in it. Pressure points and all that. Imagine a vulcan death grip, only not as bad, and no passing out--much to his chagrin.
"Cool guy smirk?" He scoffed, rolling his eyes and attempting to pry her fingers from his shoulder somewhat casually. As if she wouldn't notice that.
She pulled him toward her favorite smoking spot in the woods and gave him a little downward push, forcing him to sit on a stump. She was fidgety as pulled her cigarettes and lighter out, offering one to Grey. "Natural?" she poked him. "Yeah right," she gave him that teasing grin.
"I just... we haven't hung since homecoming and what happened... that was fucked up Grey. And I miss hanging out and being stupid with you."
"I know." Gray accepted the cigarette, and focused intently on lighting it--and then on staring at the ground.
"It wasn't on purpose." Lie. "It's not a thing." Another lie. "I mean, I just-- I don't know," and with that he took a drag from his cigarette before he could do anymore damage. He hated conversations like this.
"Well no shit it wasn't on purpose," she pushed his arm gently. "But don't pretend it's not a thing, it's a thing. It shouldn't have been but it was and... I don't know why," she took a long drag on her cigarette and sighed.
"What happened? Why are we acting so fucking weird?" she dropped her head into her hands, staring at the toes of her boots.
"We were really drunk," Gray offered. But they were always really drunk. It was a poor excuse. He flicked ash absently near his sneakers. He felt sullen; a promising night had suddenly turned into share time. He offered her a smirk and a shrug, billowing smoke with a sharp sigh.
"Bad night, I guess?" He laughed. It was half-hearted, weak, but he was intent to brush off this incident like it never happened. God forbid he would have to talk more about it.
She threw her shoulder into his and laughed. "No shit we were drunk. I was having a good night up until that point too," she teased. "Listen Grey, I'm not trying to be a downer, I'm just trying to get back to where we were."
"We fucked up, so let's make it right, okay?" She paused for a bit. "Douche bag," she added with a grin.
"Yeah, yeah." Gray laughed and shook his head, taking a drag from his cigarette. Michiko had a tendency to dredge things up, but at least she was cool about it. Some girls weren't. Most girls weren't. But then, Michiko was practically one of the guys--minus the whole being a hot chick thing.
"Never happened, right?" He shrugged. Gray fixated on blowing smoke rings rather than apologizing, or dealing with the problem. Did it have to be a problem? He didn't think so.
"Wrong. It did happen," she poked him in the ribs. "And you've been running around corners and dodging me since, don't try to play it off like you haven't. It was a problem, so maybe an apology from both of us would be a good place to start. And secondly, a plan to never be that drunk and together with no one else around."
Gray jumped slightly as she poked him, sighed, swallowed audibly, and nodded a few times to Michiko without saying much of anything. He fidgeted, flicking ash off his cigarette with his opposite hand, instead of ashing it properly.
"Tabarnak!" Gray winced, pulling away from Michiko's surprisingly vice-like grip. He cradled his ear, pouting at her as she apologized to him.
"Me too," He shrugged, looking down at the ground. "I mean. I--" His voice cracked. "...I'm sorry." He finally mumbled. That was harder than it should have been.
Apple had been passing around apples and jolly ranchers all night in the spirit of his Johnny Appleseed costume. After making the rounds and causing trouble he decided to sneak off to the woods for a smoke and perhaps a little chat. He lit up a blunt and slumped down against a tree.
Okay, so sneaking around the forest dressed as a werewolf (well, Teen Wolf) was probably not the best idea. But Bobby was doing it anyway... mostly because hidden in the woods he couldn't be targeted by a certain Lalaurie senior.
Spotting his friend sitting unawares against a tree and most certainly occupied, he decided it was high time someone fell victim to a werewolf attack. He crept up from behind, and growled.
Apple heard the growl behind him and jumped about three feet forward, inhaling sharply. He coughed up smoke, still managing to slur out some obscenities. "Oh shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit! Whatthefuckingfuck?"
It took him a minute to decipher that this was just his friend, playing a prank as he recognized the teen wolf get up. Apple cracked a grin once he stopped coughing. "Damn Bobby, you scared the pants off me," he laughed.
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