[Closed to Rin] Long Time Coming
Feb. 20th, 2017 11:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
[ What. The. Actual. Fuck.
Fuck that redheaded shark mouthed bastard. It was his fault they were in this mess in the first place! Always with the egging on, always with the digging himself under Jean's skin to see what new, fresh way he could annoy him. Honestly, he wished that the professor let him beat the shit out of Rin because then maybe he'd back the hell off for once.
But no.
Of course not.
They were now stuck in detention. Facing each other and unable to move from their seats. Jean's eyes narrowed so much that they were nothing more than slits, his expression grim as he leaned back in his chair and forced himself to look anywhere but the idiot across from himself.
Because seriously fuck him. Fuck him uncomfortably.
Like hell he was going to talk anything out, no matter how much badgering any professor did. No matter how much spell work they laid on him. He wasn't budging. Rin could rot in hell for all he damn well cared. ]
((ooc: we're handwaving the actual argument becauseI'm we're lazy, but we had their fight plotted out to get them on better terms. Basically Jean said a long time ago that if Slytherin won, he would eat his own dirty underwear and Rin finally tries to collect on that. Instead of brushing it off, the whole thing escalates and they're caught trying to fist fight each other and given detention. If you've got a teacher character, feel free to play the one who did it. Otherwise we'll likely just npc it haha. But come watch the train wreck!))
Fuck that redheaded shark mouthed bastard. It was his fault they were in this mess in the first place! Always with the egging on, always with the digging himself under Jean's skin to see what new, fresh way he could annoy him. Honestly, he wished that the professor let him beat the shit out of Rin because then maybe he'd back the hell off for once.
But no.
Of course not.
They were now stuck in detention. Facing each other and unable to move from their seats. Jean's eyes narrowed so much that they were nothing more than slits, his expression grim as he leaned back in his chair and forced himself to look anywhere but the idiot across from himself.
Because seriously fuck him. Fuck him uncomfortably.
Like hell he was going to talk anything out, no matter how much badgering any professor did. No matter how much spell work they laid on him. He wasn't budging. Rin could rot in hell for all he damn well cared. ]
((ooc: we're handwaving the actual argument because