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[ Action || Eng 101 || Wednesday ]

[This. Was. STUPID.]

[Equius was generally not a fidgeter, but this class was just so boring that he wanted nothing more than to get up and leave. He already knew all this stuff - he'd been building robots since he was two sweeps - and he'd only taken the glubbing class so he'd be able to have access to the equipment. He was starting to regret it though, as he listened to the teacher drone on and on and on...]

[In the end, he just stopped paying attention at all and just started drawing robots on the paper where he was supposed to be taking notes. His designs were far better than this pathetic excuse for an instructor could come up with, anyway. Really, he should be teaching the class himself. Maybe then these stupid, petulant wrigglers would actually learn something useful.]

[Finally, the teacher announced the homework assignment and gave the students the option to work together. Ugh, as if Equius would ever stoop so low. He'd finish this assignment in less than five minutes and go back to drawing robots.]

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[Plop.]

[Best way to describe how Tavros sits down by him, slamming his book down a but louder then necessary.]

Hi group member.

[Totally knows you're done already btw.]

Edited 2011-06-08 21:41 (UTC)

[Snap.]

[Best way to describe the way Equius's pencil breaks in his hand. Good thing he has a whole bag full of them in his satchel.]

[But first things first things first. He flicks the broken pencil pieces at Tavros, giving him a dirty look over the rims of his glasses]

Excuse you?

Oh shit, your pencil broke. [His eyes flutter as Equius flicks the pieces at him and he smirks, picking up the end with the lead, starting to draw right on the desk.]

Aw, how kind, I really appreciate it man, real horrorshow of ya to loan me out a graph.

And uuhhhhh, did I stutter? I believe I said HEY. Is common courtesy shut a thing of the past now? Sheesh.

Edited 2011-06-08 21:48 (UTC)

Horrorshow? Graph? What is this inane slang you are using? [He's tempted to throw in "You sound like a peasant," but oh wait, he already is one. Ha ha.]

Stop drawing on the desk, it's public property. And I think common courtesy goes right out the window when you invite yourself into a group that does not exist.

Oooiiii-, I looked at a lotta shit when we were fuckin' with the pink sacks. Coulda expanded your view a' shit too if ya took the time to look ya pansy ass spinal wipe, shiiiiit. [He raises an eyebrow, glancing at the pencil he's using to doodle on the surface below his papers.]

Tch, pull the club kind outta your tight tush, Eq, I can erase it, so shut your nook before I vred ya real good, aight? [He rolls his eyes, dragging the pencil across the desk for on final stroke before grabbing his own pencil, eraser still intact.]

Edited 2011-06-08 21:59 (UTC)

[That.]

[Made absolutely no sense, whatsoever.]

[Equius is just going to stare at you, Tavros, head tilted to the side and lips curled in a sneer]

...What? [He leans forward and knocks on Equius's forehead.]

Ya think pan all full of horns and honks? Not hearing what I sayin'?

[He swats the hand away with a huff of disgust]

Oh, I hear it all right. It's just that none of it makes any sense. If you're going to insist on talking to me, try doing it in a way that's clear and concise.

Edited 2011-06-08 22:09 (UTC)

Clear and concise by whose standards? Because I'll be damned if I take stride after some bearcat.

What?

No really, what?

Do I need to get you a dictionary?

[He clears his throat, sitting back in his chair a bit as his hands go behind his head, one eye closer as he looks to the side, taking in a breath, prepare-aaanddd- go.]

Please excuse my rather forward means of speech, yet I find myself a complicated and baroque individual and thus feel the need to properly express myself through any means of vernacular, no matter time or media from which it stems. Though, I understand if you are so far behind intellectually that you can't keep up, perhaps it is not I who is in need of a proper listening of words and pronunciations, but you who should look into many more means of expressing oneself. I find it rather quaint that you put yourself in such a small box of locutions and terms that could never fully define any individual to a full extent. Yet perhaps you are a mere short cut, or path is comparison to the labyrinthian enigma that is my entire being? [He glances to Equius now, smiling as he raises an eyebrow, his words had moved fast, perfect annunciation, not a breath being needed in between.]

Edited 2011-06-08 22:23 (UTC)

[. . . ]

[Speechless, it is Equius. And sweating. Oh my, he needs a towel. But there's no way he's going to admit that, even if it's just a bit obvious]

[Actually, it's really obvious, but sshhhhh.]

[His mouth coils into a larger smile, both ends peeling up the sides of his face.]

Problem gov'naaahh? [Tavros asks with a slight chuckle.]

[Oh Equius, ya sick dog you.]

[He whips his head away, cheeks flushed blue, glaring down at his papers hard enough to burn holes in the paper. This is just - No. No, he is not acknowledging that this is something that is happening. There is not a Tavros in the multiverse that could ever possibly speak with such... such exquisite eloquence.]

[Besides, he is a dirty, filthy, wretched excuse of a fudgeblood, and any association with him would be just scandalous. And besides, he could not forget about Aradia~ sigh.]

[Ahem]

Is there something you desired or not, bloodstain? I do not have all day to spend wastefully acquiescing to your whims.

Oh yeah, almooost forgot. Gimmie. [He reaches a hand out quickly to grab at Equius's paper to pull to himself. He'll just copy this here assignment then~]

[Sorry Equius, he's not really concerned about what's going on in that muscle bound think pan o' yours, he just wants to finish this up and take his leave. You can only amuse him for so long. Pluuuus, he doesn't need anymore dents in his leg before he figures out how to fix them.]

Hey! [He slaps his hand down over his paper, cringing as the whole desk rattles with the force of the impact.] You cannot copy my homework! How do you expect to learn anything if you don't puzzle it out for yourself?

MEeeeeeeeeeeehhhhhhhhhhbbllaaaahhhhhhrg. Fine.

[Pause.]

NO. Not fine, give it here ya merzky orange. [He grabs at the paper again, leaning over the desk with one hand reaching, the other supporting his weight.]

What the dickens, Tavros? You sound like a dying horned hoofbeast!

[He juuust about has his paper back when the other troll pounces, forcing him to lean back in his chair to keep it out of Tavros's reach] NO! This is my homework, do your own! [scoff] You're such a lazy, good for nothing waste of resources!

Edited 2011-06-08 23:08 (UTC)

[Come now Equius, he knows how to take you off your guard.]

But my dear Zahhak. [He slumps down to leans his head on his hands, elbows bent on the desk under him as he looks up to Equius with a sly smile.]

Don't you wish to further my intellectual advancement? I know that you yourself find these studies to be rather inane, or at least below our general understanding, so it t'would be a waste of time for me to do this sui generis rather then with some means of assistance. My time could be spent on further studies of a much more intimate understanding of the material directly taken from the pages of our textbooks instead of this droll we're being made to do as a group activity, purely made to give the instructor time to do as they wish without the bother of the students until the ring of the bell allows our and their leave?

Do you not agree that this homework is a waste of time? I can descry that opinion on your ashen visage as easily as I can express the insignificance of this assignment in many more ways then I am now. Or would you rather that I continue vocalizing my opinions in such a way because it sexually entices you in a fashion you'd never admit, being at such a caste so blue and above my own, am I not correct?

[His eyes slim.]

Please, enlighten me, I wish for you to properly articulate your feelings on this matter. Or shall you just give me that paper there so I can discontinue this formidable waste of both of our time.

[Hurk. Why does his brain shut down when Tavros starts talking like that? He understands the other troll perfectly, so it's not that. Is it just disbelief that someone so low on the hemospectrum is capable of weaving prolific vocable together in a refined and elegant, dare he call it poetic, manner that speaks not just to his intellect, but neigh, to his soul as well? The very thought of it was absurd, despicable, and yet somehow alluring in ways he was not quite comfortable with, yet was completely unable to ignore, if the way his shirt was sticking to his back was any indication.]

[A little too late, he realized that he's brought a hand to his mouth, obscuring the heavy way he inhaled his breath. This was completely unacceptable. He forced his hand down to the desk and sat up straighter, tilting his head back so he could look down his nose at the incorrigible riff-raff that persistently pestered him.]

This homework is a waste of my time, perhaps, but as you are a novice in this field of academia, it benefits you to follow the instructor's demands and put forth a little effort into your betterment. I will not be the crutch you lean on, for my work is my time, and mine alone. If you truly wish to gain a thorough understanding of robotics and mechanical engineering, with proper compensation I may be persuaded to lend you my services as a tutor, but even then, I will not allow you to take credit for my boundless knowledge. I'm sure that you will find that your education is far more satisfying when you acquire and apply your own comprehension of the subject matter.

[He picks at his ear a bit as he finishes his assignment in the time is takes Equius to settle down and rattle off whatever shit he said. Tavros yawns obnoxiously and pulls his paper to him, looking at Equius with a bored and half lidded expression.]

Uru? I'm sorry what'd ya say? Yer goloss is too long winded Mrs. Grundy~

[Heat rises in Equius's cheeks as he stares at Tavros, his hands clenched into fists. His nails dig into his skin, the tips just breaking the surface with the effort it takes not to pull back his fist and break the orangeblood's face in, but he hardly cares. How dare this putrid little WORM speak to him that way! If only he could do more than tremble with rage, his eyes narrowed accusingly behind his dark glasses.]

[Not breaking his gaze for a second, Equius packs his things away in his satchel and rises to his feet]

You will not copy my homework. Do it yourself.

Oi OI, already did ya big lug. [He says with a rather apathetic tone, not even looking at Equius.]

God yer just a waste of my time. [Tavros sighs, grabbing his own book and paper, tucking them under his arm as he makes his way out of the class room.]

[Waste... of his time? The words are like a slap in the face, and he stands there, staring at Tavros's back in absolute shock.]

[Waste of time... but... but he's a highblood. Tavros should feel honored that Equius is willing to put up with him as much as he does. He's not a waste of time, not Tavros's or anyone else's. He enriches the world with his existence, and the knowledge he acquires and applies is indispensable.]

[How dare a worthless piece of excrement like that foul lowblood call him a waste of time! How dare he!]

[Knocking a chair over angrily, he storms his way out of the classroom, spades in his eyes as he hunts down the other troll]

[Casually strolling man. His mind is already onto other things.]

[Lunch maybe?]

[Aww yeah, that sounds fucking amazing right now.]

Edited 2011-06-09 00:13 (UTC)

[Oh, distracted by thoughts of lunch, are we?]

[Then you're not going to see this shove coming, are you Tavros?]

[You're right.]

[And FUCK.]

[JEGUS CHRIST.]

[OW.]

[Tavros keeps himself slide forward, shrinking into himself as he turns quickly on his heels to see Equius.]

WHAT the bleeding fuck ya muscle beast malchick!?

[He sneers, tossing his head back imperiously]

You may consider yourself the mothergrub's gift to trollkind, but allow me to be the one to assure that this is not true. Your blood is the color of excrement for a reason, you prodigious smear on the wall. It is because that is all you are, and all you ever will be, and you best be learning this before my patience wears thin and you find yourself reduced to a rotting corpse on the promenade, the very embodiment of my implicit superiority.

[Still holding himself in pain here.]

[Give him a sec....]

[Jegus christ...]

[Fucking damnit Equius.]

[Okay.]

[Right, gotta be a smart ass.]

Ya gotta vocalize that ilk to convince yourself ya piece of ever living shit? I guess you can make anything sound legit when you say it with a hoof up your nook.

Edited 2011-06-09 00:50 (UTC)

[Hey Tavros, do you like being grabbed by the neck? You like being suspended in the air, then having you back slammed against a locker while an enraged blueblood with chipped, broken, and missing teeth snarls up at you?]

[Because that is what's happening now, while the other students in the hall scatter, then form a ring around them.]

I could always cull you now, if you so desire.

-!!

[Just gonna go wide eyed here.]

[Bad decisiooooooon -now.]

[Tavros manages a smile, one of his eyes squinting closed from the pain of Equius's hand on his neck.]

You're w-wouldn't d-dare ya law abidin' fish. [His words are practically being coughed out as his hands go to wrench around Equius's wrist.]

[Equius's eyebrows furrow, his eyes narrowing behind his glasses. His snarl shifts into a sneer, and he slips one finger beneath Tavros's chin, pushing his claw into the soft flesh just behind his jawbone]

All it would take to crush your chitinous windchute is one twitch of my fingers. I hold your life in the palm of my hand, Tavros Nitram, I hope you understand that. Although...

[He digs his fingertip into Tavros's chin, his claw just breaking the skin] Perhaps keeping you alive could prove... gratifying.

[Tavros's eyes slim, his claws already digging into Equius's wrist, not caring if he's breaking the skin of not. That fucking...strength of his, it was the only thing that made him viable. Lucky bastard getting to be born with it. All he could do was writhe around hoping he'd let go, not like there were any animals he knew of that he could make come here and rip the shit out of the muscle beast fuck.]

[He flailed his metallic legs, as if thinking kicking the other troll would get him off, but no dice, he knew better then that, but, the pain from his hand on his neck and claw under his jaw was making it a little hard to think.]

[Not that that was going to make him soften up, and with that he hawked back, spitting his orange tinted saliva in Equius's face.]

Edited 2011-06-09 01:27 (UTC)

[Equius's sneer faltered as saliva splattered over his glasses, his eyes flying wide open. Any thoughts of killing Tavros immediately flew from his head, replaced by a burning need to put the insolent lowblood in his place.]

[He pulls his free hand back, then throws it forward, slamming into the locker next to Tavros's head, the metal buckling beneath his fist. Then he releases Tavros's throat, grabbing one of his horns instead, using it to throw the other troll to the ground.]

[His eyes flutter as Equius grabs his horn and he feels himself flail to the side, sliding on his knees across the floor, his stomach curling as he shoots a glance at Equius, breathing deep.]

[No..just...walk away from this.]

[Shit.]

[He touched your horn man, you horn, that's going to far. Getting to hot and heaving in here.]

[No, fuck 'im. He's not even worth it. Don't let him know he didn't something to phase you. Tavros standings, staggering a little. Now if he could just...control his stutter. He knows he'll stutter; Tavros had gotten so good at NOT stuttering, but touching his northern manhood was not something he could deal with; the dual bull points were way to close to his vascular pump. But.. he had to shit talk...something, anything.]

I'm d-d-done here, ya worthless sod-d.

[YIKES. His lusus would back hand him for stuttering that bad.]

Edited 2011-06-09 01:41 (UTC)

[Stepping into Tavros's personal space, Equius quirks an eyebrow and smirks, reaching out to brush his fingers over Tavros's horns. He's not sure if that's exactly what he did to cause the stutter, but it's as good of a place to start]

Oh, my apologies. Have I done something to put a crack in that smooth demeanor of yours? So, so sorry.

[I think the best way to describe his reaction would be to make a movie reference. How to Train Your Dragon? When Toothless sees the eel in the pile of fish? Yeah, pretty mush Tavros's reaction to Equius sweeping a hand over his horns. He takes a few steps back and swallows, blinking a ridiculous amount as he tries to regain composure.]

Sh-shut up, you festering p-p-pile of hoofbeast SHIT

[Shaking his fist at you man, you meddling kids style.]

[Oh, this was just precious. Though, of course with horns that size, they'd be more of a sensitive subject]

It would amuse me greatly if you endeavored to make me.

[With that, he reached out again, this time trying to grab a horn and give it a good tug]

[Noooo way. Tavros is going to just jerk away from you and take a few steps back. He sneers a little and then takes a deep breath, straightening his posture as a hand goes to wipe under his chin, getting the blood away from where Equius had scratched.]

No, f-fuck that. I'm not g-g-gg-Fuck.

Not gonna indulge your s-sick shit. [He sneers, turning on his heels to just out of this...very awkward situation.]

Edited 2011-06-09 02:13 (UTC)

[While he could obviously pursue the other troll, he just smirks to himself and pulls off his glasses, wiping away the orangecreamsicle saliva with the hem of his shirt.]

[This had been, hmm, an interesting experience, and he felt extremely satisfied with his newfound power over the other troll. He almost couldn't wait for the next chance he got to reinforce his superiority over the disgraceful lowbloow.]

[Yeeeessh...gonna just skip lunch now.]

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