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Characters: Leon and Casey Setting: The Bookstore, after classes Content: Language Warnings, always Language. Summary: Leon's cruising relationship advice books for how to break up with someone. So far he hasn't found one that won't end painfully for him- nothing deals with the subject of 'vindictive women'. In all the books he'd picked up, at least this one was being honest he supposed. It admitted that there was no way to really be nice, and kept suggesting to just be honest. But that didn't really seem like a good idea either. Once the words 'Sorry, I'm gay' passed his lips, he was pretty Addy wouldn't stop at simply transfiguring his head this time around. Dropping the book down again, he pulled Avery's sunglasses over his eyes again and sighed in resignation as he turned for the door. This was going to end up with him dead, no way out of that one. Maybe he could just...yell it from across the commons. Bellow out- 'we aren't working out!' Then he could run and by the time it hit her, he'd be well out of spell range. And she couldn't do anything while in class. So the danger zones would be....anytime not in class, or safely in the dorm. Completely do able. Yeah. Yelling was definitely the best way to do it. Tags: !incomplete, casey rycroft, leon shaw
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Leon stopped short of running into Casey, though he stared at the boy for a moment. What the hell was with that reaction? Granted, he got a lot of varied ones, but panic was rare...well, at least it had been lately.
Of course he'd been leaving the kiddies alone lately. Who knew, maybe it had something to do with it.
"...Got a problem?" He asked, adjusting his bag as he lifted his chin up a little. Leon shifted his weight, letting one hip cock out just a bit. "Last I knew, wasn't anything to panic about. Don't know, though, might be wrong."
Scrubbing his hair with a hand, he waited patiently for Casey's answer.
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Right, a side project. Now that was just curious, though he really couldn't place the kid. Maybe he'd smoked too much weed, or it was the drinking; either way, his memory wasn't what it used to be. Not nearly as sharp.
"What sort of side project?" He asked, watching the boy carefully as he moved.
Of course the last bit was much more interesting than the projects of a sophomore. What what had he done? Surely things like this would have a lasting affect on his memory. Well, they should have, anyway. It didn't seem to be the case at the moment, however. "What, um, what exactly did I do?"
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