"No, fags wear eyeliner." He corrected while looking at her shoes. The fact that she named them didn't really surprise him anymore, not after having spent years with Janis around. He was pretty sure that everything she owned had a name, and then when she ran out of her own things to name...
She'd named Gael and Leon's things.
"I guess. Their shoes. Animal shoes that make you look five." He gave her a friendly shove, though, as he smiled a little.
"Well you'd be a pretty fag." She defended, all the time she kept her eyes on the ever-obvious shoes, tipping them back and forth as if they were having a conversation. They only paused when she tipped a bit and giggled. "I look like an AWESOME five year old though, right?"
".....I would not. Take that back!" He glowered at her, the rest of the conversation forgotten as his brain seemed to make a full stop on 'you'd be a pretty fag.' How could she even say that to him?
The drastic change of topic from cute shoes to angry Leon was a bit of a surprise for Janis, who sat up again with a confused expression across her face.
"I'm not a faggot, Janis. Don't call me one, pretty or not. Now take it back."
He didn't understand why she couldn't understand such a simple concept. But then, Janis wasn't always the brightest. Maybe he should have known better.
"Fine! You're not a faggot! You're a manly man man. Happy?" What the fuck was wrong with him? She held both hands in the air in a 'stick 'em up' fashion. "You're a manly man okay? Jeeezus."
"Yes! God..." He flopped back against the bench, arms crossed over his chest as he glared at the grass. "I am a manly man, thanks. I'm so glad you fuckin' noticed."
"You are so weird sometimes Leon. Seriously." She flopped back herself, her own arms crossed in front of her. Is it possible for men to have periods? Because if so, she had every inetion of going and buying him some Kotex.
She couldn't help but poke his shoulder at that, trying to lighten the mood once more. Things weren't as well, fun when he was sour, for all that he always was. "You're a hot manly man butch man. Girls quake in your presence and the last time you put in hair gel they busted a oil pipeline?"
Now if that wasn't a compliment, she didn't know compliments.
"...I don't know if I'd go that far." But he did smile, before finally uncurling an arm and laying it across the back of the bench. "What classes are you taking? Better not be anything stupid..."
"I would, and what would you do if they were stupid?" She smiled and leaned back again, studying her shoes as she counted off what she could remember of her schedule. Honestly? She'd been pretty proud for just remembering where to go.
"Charms, DADA, Latin" She made a face at the last word, "uh.... Transfiguration, Music, History, Potions, that plants class and Astrology."
"Astrology? You mean...Astronomy?" Just, what was he ever going to do with her? "Honestly, if you graduate I'll be impressed."
He'd not let her fail, at least. Even if he had to check her homework everyday. Still, at least she wasn't taking anything too ridiculous. As long as she meant Astronomy.
"Astronomy! That's it! Same difference." She smiled and waved the differences off. There are smart people in the world, people who were birth-bound for Duke, Harvard, or Yale... Janis was not one of those people. She did try though! At the very least she would have homework finished to have checked every night.
"I'm going to graduate! Just you wait in like... three years it'll all be over."
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