[ Action || Cafeteria || Tuesday Afternoon ]

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

[Just before noon, Equius made his way to the cafeteria, a stack of papers in one hand, a rolled up poster and tape in the other. He finds an empty spot by the door, sets down his things, then unrolls the poster, smoothing it out over the table. Once it's properly flattened out, he tapes it to the wall, revealing a rather unflattering picture of one Tavros Nitram.]



[Set up complete, he head through the lunch line to get some food, leaving his flyers and poster free for all to peruse. They all have the picture of Tavros, along with the slogan "DON'T VOTE FOR TAVROS NITRAM, SOCIAL DROPOUT" printed on them]

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[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

[Doot doot doot.]

[Just going to enjoy some food, yep, wandering on into the cafeteria, and gotta say, he's a mighty perceptive dude. And when he gets a gander at the poster he nearly chokes, staring at it for a moment before wandering over to a side table and taking a random drink from a student, shhhh, he took nothing.]

[Tavros calmly walks back over the to table and spreads out the papers neatly, and then happily dumps the drink all over them, getting the lot of them nice and moist.]

[And for his final act, he's just going to step up on that table and rip the poster off the wall, ripping a strip off and biting a piece off as he crumples the whole of it in his hands, sitting down at the chair by the table, legs propped up on it, munching away on the paper.]

[This, is probably a bad idea.]

[But he has a distraction ready, if need be.]

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

[And Equius is just standing there, holding his lunch tray as he calmly watches Tavros tear down the poster and eat it.]

[Rolling his eyes, he delicately places his lunch down on the table and uses the ruined flyers to wipe up the mess. Then sits down right next to Tavros.]

You realize that I have more of them, right?

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

[Juuuuuust going to scoot away a bit from him, ripping the rest of the poster into small pieces.]

Probably, yeah. You realize Iiiiii don't give a shit? [His grins wide, flicking all the small pieces of paper Equius's way. Confetti!]

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

Strange, you seemed to care exponentially as you were taking down the poster with your teeth.

[He absently bats away the paper bits and plucks an orange from his tray. Digging his nails into deep into the peel, he turns and gives Tavros a toothy smile, lifting one hand to lick juice from his fingertips]

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

[Ew.]

Nope, not really. If you think that was 'caring', you're horribly misjudging passion my friend! Also you're acting like I give a damn what you have to say an do, and I GOTTA say, that's a crock. [He sighs, standing up, hands going in his pockets. Tavros smirks, glancing at Equius's food tray and promptly spitting the wad of chewed up paper down onto it before stepping back up on the table and then on the floor on the other side.]

Gotta remember, droog, you don't mean shit here, 'specially not to me.

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

Ah, so you're passionate about how little you care about me. I see. In that case, I'm glad that it takes so much effort for you to keep me out of your mind. I would hardly be a proper kismesis if I were to be so easily forgotten.

[Chuckles and rolls his eyes, chewing lightly on his tongue as he worms his fingers beneath the orange peel. Once he has a sizable portion pulled away from the fruit, he tears it off and uses it to pick up the spitwad, flicking it at Tavros's back]

You keep saying that you don't care, but really, I just think you are afraid.

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

...You're not my gosh darned kismesis, Equius, stop using that word, you've been clutched, so cut it, cube. [A sneer runs over his face but doesn't stay long as he shrugs, facing away from him now.]

Afraid? I think you're mixing me up with the Tav fella back yonder for you. I ain't nothing like him, though the idea that your mixing us up makes me fracture, real horrorshow toots, but my amusement won't last long so say what you gotta so I can cut out.

[flirtninja.livejournal.com]

[Edge, on his way through, glances over at the poster -- then double-takes. And then starts snickering into his mask.]

[It's the 'bluh' that really sells it.]

[hotpinkwhirlwind]

[Sharpay's just popping into the cafeteria for some fruit when her eyes fall on the poster and her jaw drops.

[A poster. WHY DIDN'T SHE THINK OF THAT??

[Her fist tightens on her bag of takeout as she almost stomps (it's hard in heels) over to the table with the fliers, where she picks up a few to glance through, her mind racing with ideas. How did an anti-campaign beat her to posters and fliers?!]

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

I think it really catches his likeness.

[Pleased that someone is enjoying his artwork? Yes he is. He can't help but snicker too, and who wouldn't, looking at that face?]

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

[Obviously he's just that amazing.]

[And he's just going to slide in here with his lunch, smug as you please to see everything is going to according to his plans. Mwahahaha]

[flirtninja.livejournal.com]

I need to remember that one. I can think of a few people back home who could use the treatment!

[supbroski.livejournal.com]

[ When he comes back, there will be one little girl with fluffy hair giggling at the horrible picture. Of course, she will deny the giggling until the day she dies. ]

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

Repetition may be the key to memorization, but that will not change the fact that you antagonized me to the point rage and beyond. And what's more, I do recall several comments from you stating that I clearly wanted your body. Perhaps, at the time, it was merely teasing, however...

[He sets aside the orange and stands, taking advantage of the fact that Tavros's back was turned to reach out and wrap his fingers around the tip of his horn. He leans in close, tilting his head so that his lips brush the ear opposite the horn]

Falsehoods have now become truth, and you deny it with such fervency that I cannot help but extrapolate that you are, in fact, afraid. Not in the general sense, like Tavros is, in this case in a more specific matter. You are afraid of commitment.

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

[So many people enjoying his artwork~ He is so gosh darn proud of himself, he truly is. But she's definitely giggling]

He's much uglier in person, you know.

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

The bullheaded and arrogant really could use the humbling, couldn't they? [And if Tavros is the kettle, Equius would be the pot, but shhhh, no one needs to know] Really, a silly looking portrait hardly takes any time to construct, and they take it so personally. Quite amusing.

[flirtninja.livejournal.com]

Now that I think about it, the guy I had in mind might go evil and try to kill everybody and kidnap a girl, though. Maybe I shouldn't provoke that.

Or maybe I SHOULD and then solve the problem if he does!

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

Or you could take preventative measures by making sure he's in a remote location when the happenstance occurs. That way you have plenty of time to calm him down before he reaches civilization and any little girls whom he may decide to abscond with.

[supbroski.livejournal.com]

Yeah I know, last time I saw him he was playing tree explorer. Wonder if he ever got down.

[ Okay the laughter is gone because laughter is not cool. ]

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

[Your attempts at stoicism are admirable]

Unfortunately, he must have, as I have since encountered him. Perhaps we should find a taller tree to throw him into.

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

Sounds to me like your just lett in' out a bunch a ph-oooo~ [There was going to be a sentence there, and hen Equius was a jerk and grabbed one of Tavros's horns and what was that? His ...lips? Oh dear gog... His word trails off with a shudder and after a bit of rolling back and twitching he tries to look back at the other troll, teeth barred. But, no more moving, more moving means more yanking and touching oh lord now that had to stop, especially here...in the fucking cafeteria where there are like...people, everywhere.]

Equiusss....l-l-let go.

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

[Gosh, it's disgraceful how easily excitable Tavros makes him. That little shudder just sent his blood rushing, and he glances around, taking in all the people who could see him. Somehow, that just makes it even better and he grins wickedly as he scoots even closer, until their bodies are not quite touching, and sets his hand on Tavros's hip]

[With a lick of his lips, he slides his fingers down the length of the horn, breathing heavily into the other troll's ear.]

No.

[brightens]

[ Vanille is standing in front of the poster for a long while... Before declaring: ]

It's so cute!

[flirtninja.livejournal.com]

'Calm him down' might not happen till after 'killing him'. He's gone on murderous rampages once or twice before!

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

[Facepalm. This is what Equius is doing while sitting by the posters and fliers, eating his lunch. Even if he technically agrees, but shhh, he hates Tavros]