Characters: Ciaran & Sim
Setting: Near the Rienzi Dormitory
Content: Swearing and violence, y/y?
Summary: C & S find more reasons to hate each other.


Lattimer was a dick. As if it wasn't bad enough that he had to sit through Latin and repeat words he didn't care to learn, now Ciaran was getting held back after school by this asshole too.

For drawing in class. For not paying attention in class. For not finishing any of his notes in class.

Seriously, was the message not getting though?

Latin was a waste of his time, and Ciaran thought that was pretty fucking obvious. Why Lattimer didn't agree...who knew. He was still getting paid for teaching; why give a fuck if the students want to learn it or not?

But no, that would be too easy, wouldn't it? Better to haul them in after their lessons were done and go on and on and on about how if they just listened and paid attention and got involved then maybe things would be a little easier for them blah blah blah.

Because your dyslexia just disappeared when you ~*got involved*~. Why hadn't Ciaran thought of that?

He huffed and headed towards the Rienzi dorms. Maybe he could learn to say fuck you in Latin; that would show he was willing to learn, wouldn't it?