Post by Deleted on Oct 18, 2013 9:20:38 GMT -8
Meal times lacked personality for Jesse. Back home family would sit down, stuff their maws, and clean up as quickly as possible while saying as little as could comfortably be gotten away with. there was no casual chatting in the Boye family, no fleeting notions on life shared are a meal. Because, simply, words were a waste of time, and if time was not allotted towards eating, one didn't manage to achieve seconds before everyone else had licked the platter clean. No, eating was just a daily task, a chore, a necessity taken quite seriously, and like all tasks, it was as boring as fuck.
As it was, Jesse was busily plowing through a small serving of breakfast potatoes, hurrying so that he might be able to meet up with friends and possibly have some fun before he had to go to class. god forbid that he could have sometime to himself now a days. What with his study group, extended qudditch practice, and a pile of assignments on his desk that only seemed to grow with each missed day, Jesse was feeling quite choked for fun. Admittedly, there were the two to three hours after everything in a day he spent by himself in the woods with a joint that he could probably fill with better activities, but fuck that noise. That was his time. Even the most social of butterflies needed a good few moments of self reflection, or in Jesse's case, self abuse.
He cleared his dirty plates away in time to have a small owl, no bigger than a man's hand, fly down to his table with a little green enveloped note in it's beak. Jesse cleaned the corners of his lips with a napkin and washed back his food with juice before taking the note from the bird, with only a little bit of fight from the stubborn creature. Cracking open the seal, Jesse smiled and took a moment to gloss over the words there on the ruled paper. Encouraging words from a friend- how sweet! A little pick-me-up on a cold and dreary January day. With a soft sigh, he stuffed the note in the pocket of his school robes, gave the little owl a scratch and put up on his shoulder for a ride back to the owlery. He stood, gathering up his messenger bag and slung it over his should. With one final check to make sure he had everything, including his second cup of coffee to go, Jesse turned to leave, crashing right into some unknown student.
He jumped aside as his coffee overflow slopped onto the ground beside him, narrowly missing his his black creepers with the hot liquid. " Bloody Fuckin' Hell, mate!" he cursed in a raspy tenor, eyes slowly trailing up the man from their 5'2" vantage point, rimmed in black eye liner and glared at the unfortunately beautiful man. " y' got eyes, yeah? Use um!" He sighed, grabbing a napkin from the table and wiping off the droplets clinging to his robe. "God... I'm a bloody mess..." He mumbled to himself, as his bird chirped and jumped happily about his shoulder, " I get it Fox! Stop screechin'! Y'r givin' me a bloomin 'eadache..."
He looked up again to the student he didn't know, mildly embarrassed about his clumsiness and his inability to control his pipsqueak of an owl. Unable to express this embarrassment though, because of his pride, he just stared up at the boy.
"Y' still 'ere?"
As it was, Jesse was busily plowing through a small serving of breakfast potatoes, hurrying so that he might be able to meet up with friends and possibly have some fun before he had to go to class. god forbid that he could have sometime to himself now a days. What with his study group, extended qudditch practice, and a pile of assignments on his desk that only seemed to grow with each missed day, Jesse was feeling quite choked for fun. Admittedly, there were the two to three hours after everything in a day he spent by himself in the woods with a joint that he could probably fill with better activities, but fuck that noise. That was his time. Even the most social of butterflies needed a good few moments of self reflection, or in Jesse's case, self abuse.
He cleared his dirty plates away in time to have a small owl, no bigger than a man's hand, fly down to his table with a little green enveloped note in it's beak. Jesse cleaned the corners of his lips with a napkin and washed back his food with juice before taking the note from the bird, with only a little bit of fight from the stubborn creature. Cracking open the seal, Jesse smiled and took a moment to gloss over the words there on the ruled paper. Encouraging words from a friend- how sweet! A little pick-me-up on a cold and dreary January day. With a soft sigh, he stuffed the note in the pocket of his school robes, gave the little owl a scratch and put up on his shoulder for a ride back to the owlery. He stood, gathering up his messenger bag and slung it over his should. With one final check to make sure he had everything, including his second cup of coffee to go, Jesse turned to leave, crashing right into some unknown student.
He jumped aside as his coffee overflow slopped onto the ground beside him, narrowly missing his his black creepers with the hot liquid. " Bloody Fuckin' Hell, mate!" he cursed in a raspy tenor, eyes slowly trailing up the man from their 5'2" vantage point, rimmed in black eye liner and glared at the unfortunately beautiful man. " y' got eyes, yeah? Use um!" He sighed, grabbing a napkin from the table and wiping off the droplets clinging to his robe. "God... I'm a bloody mess..." He mumbled to himself, as his bird chirped and jumped happily about his shoulder, " I get it Fox! Stop screechin'! Y'r givin' me a bloomin 'eadache..."
He looked up again to the student he didn't know, mildly embarrassed about his clumsiness and his inability to control his pipsqueak of an owl. Unable to express this embarrassment though, because of his pride, he just stared up at the boy.
"Y' still 'ere?"
