Gao
[sad jester jingle noises]
Grayson Lavicchi
Interactions: jinxxes (Lucien) + Cello. (Amethyst) + Science gang hehe
Location: Science class
The evil boy introduced himself as Luci.
"I'm not calling you that." Grayson's voice mumbled from the desk in assumption it was a nickname. Didn't like nicknames. Amethyst liked to be called Thia. This guy liked to be called Luci. Grayson would be using neither. A nickname was far too casual and casual was everything the posh boy hated.
He was about to sit up and regain composure when he noticed something from the corner of his eye. A face. Luci had crouched down into view and Grayson blinked. He was not a physically aggressive person however now had the sudden urge to spit at Luci. Which would be feral and very improper behaviour. He decided otherwise and kept his saliva to himself. Nevertheless the thought was definitely there.
But Luci had asked Amethyst what happened, and Grayson found that as a slight. As if the female's word was more trustworthy. He was holding deep resentment for her earlier behaviour. He liked to hold grudges. Before the girl could share her account of the situation, Grayson invited himself to speak.
"She upset my cat." He was not aware how childish that sounded, especially since his voice was mumbled by the desk. "She screamed at Oatmeal. And," He raised his arm and pointed a hand to silence Amethyst if she even thought about opening her mouth to object. "- Oatmeal did not do anything wrong." It wasn't even his cat. He just met it once and decided he owned it. He missed Oatmeal. "My cat is an upstanding member of society."
The male sat up sharply, another thing coming to mind. No longer flustered, more focused on bitching.
"Not to mention!" Grayson was rather riled up and very good at ranting. "She has collided with me twice. TWICE." He looked to Luci, "Can you believe that? Am I invisible?" Now back to Amethyst. "You have eyes but you don't use them?! I am not hard to see!"
He huffed and crossed his arms over his chest, grumpy. Not helped by Luci's following comment. He did not go down quick. His scowl deepened.
"Shut it, you." He muttered, looking like he was about to return back to the more reserved quiet at the mention of the earlier embarrassment. Warmth was growing on his face again.
"I feel a little bad now." He repeated Luci's words in a higher pitched tone. Very immature behaviour for the likes of someone who walked around in dress shoes. Grayson was in a horrible mood. All he had done since arriving at the school was bicker with people and hold a cat. Not a good start.
Two wonderful people, Luci had called them. Didn't like that. Also offered to take special orders of sweets. Didn't like that either. A people pleaser, that or the boy was just horribly positive about everything. Grayson did not like that. Grayson did not like happy.
"I'm not your friend." Surly. Luci who had now introduced himself a second time, tapped on the desk once more. This prompted posh boy to raise the book in his hand. Ready to swat it like a fly.
"Grayson." He finally relented his horrible personality to share his name, forcing a very tense "Nice to meet you." Through his teeth afterwards. Grayson was attempting. Taking on Lucien's advice to start over. "Don't like sweets, but thank-you."
The teacher commenced the class so he didn't have to spend long trying civil communication. Thankfully. He didn't have any questions besides when they will begin actual learning. Not wishing to come across impatient he just sat silently and listened to other students' inquiries. Something about bullying. Boring. Something about why people have powers. Less boring.