Maybe it's a bit childish, but when there's lectures after class and you've got nothing else to do other than hear those in the Silver Court excitedly talk about everything from germs to history to medicine, you tend to get a bit bored by it all after a while. Aurinn isn't a scholar by any means, but he's not about to throw himself many of these for the sake of curing his boredom. That would actually be useful, and why would he want to do that when he can instead just continue to be pleasantly friendly and also annoying? He might as well have some kind of fun.
Which is why, honestly, he's gravitating towards a group of vampires and novices as they seem to leave what must have been a recent gathering, one arm hovering against the wall as he leans over someone's shoulder.]
Well, at least someone can say they gathered some interest in the lecture. [Is that honesty or is he being a shit? Hard to tell. There is a bit of a grin, though.] So, what's next?
[Look, he's bored, and he really doesn't want to go off and practice Gold Court etiquette just yet, so at least give him something to do before that.
pumpkins gone wild.
This, however, isn't exactly something he'll disagree with. Getting to swing a weapon and cut things down physically rather than perhaps verbally? It's a nice change of pace. Aurinn has a rapier in hand, doing what he can to try and beat back the vines, though they really don't seem to like being cut to pieces. Don't be surprised if you get grabbed for tag-teaming it, since this is way more than he can handle.]
Mind lending a hand? It's gonna be tough otherwise.
[library clean-up.]
Think fast.
[That sure is a set of three books dropping suddenly from the rafters up above in one of the higher classrooms. Aurinn's stuck his head out a bit from the side, golden eyes practically laughing at the reaction given to him in turn. Did he miss or nearly hit whoever was below him? It's not like it matters to him, honestly.]
I've got about four more books up here, someone's been hogging them or forgot they left them behind. [A shrug.] Better to get them back then let the librarians hound us for the next few weeks, right?
[That still doesn't excuse him from nearly hitting someone with a book. He's not going to apologize though.
wildcard. Have an idea? Want to start something? Hmu! I can run with just about anything.]
aurinn laurentius // oc // student // gold court
Maybe it's a bit childish, but when there's lectures after class and you've got nothing else to do other than hear those in the Silver Court excitedly talk about everything from germs to history to medicine, you tend to get a bit bored by it all after a while. Aurinn isn't a scholar by any means, but he's not about to throw himself many of these for the sake of curing his boredom. That would actually be useful, and why would he want to do that when he can instead just continue to be pleasantly friendly and also annoying? He might as well have some kind of fun.
Which is why, honestly, he's gravitating towards a group of vampires and novices as they seem to leave what must have been a recent gathering, one arm hovering against the wall as he leans over someone's shoulder.]
Well, at least someone can say they gathered some interest in the lecture. [Is that honesty or is he being a shit? Hard to tell. There is a bit of a grin, though.] So, what's next?
[Look, he's bored, and he really doesn't want to go off and practice Gold Court etiquette just yet, so at least give him something to do before that.
pumpkins gone wild.
This, however, isn't exactly something he'll disagree with. Getting to swing a weapon and cut things down physically rather than perhaps verbally? It's a nice change of pace. Aurinn has a rapier in hand, doing what he can to try and beat back the vines, though they really don't seem to like being cut to pieces. Don't be surprised if you get grabbed for tag-teaming it, since this is way more than he can handle.]
Mind lending a hand? It's gonna be tough otherwise.
[library clean-up.]
Think fast.
[That sure is a set of three books dropping suddenly from the rafters up above in one of the higher classrooms. Aurinn's stuck his head out a bit from the side, golden eyes practically laughing at the reaction given to him in turn. Did he miss or nearly hit whoever was below him? It's not like it matters to him, honestly.]
I've got about four more books up here, someone's been hogging them or forgot they left them behind. [A shrug.] Better to get them back then let the librarians hound us for the next few weeks, right?
[That still doesn't excuse him from nearly hitting someone with a book. He's not going to apologize though.
wildcard. Have an idea? Want to start something? Hmu! I can run with just about anything.]