I used to get bullied all the time too...then I started standing up for myself, and they hardly mess with me at all anymore. [Although he suspects that might have something to do with him finally hitting his growth spurt not too long ago... He also suspects there's plenty of talk behind his back.]
By telling them to stop! Fight back a little, get mad! [His eyes bore into Mytho, as if willing some of his own fire into the other boy.] ...Do you even know how to get mad?
No, I don't think that I do. I've never felt like... expressing anything like that. [But that was one amusing thing about hanging around Mithos - to see firsthand what all those emotions were like.] Should I?
[He exhales in exasperation - almost a growl - banging his fist against the closest locker. At that moment, the bell rings sharply, and his expression twists sourly as he realizes that he's late.]
Just do what you want. [A verbal shrug - but the indifference is uneven, carefully constructed atop his frustration. He's already turning to rush a few doors down the hallway, even though it hardly makes a difference now.]
Alright. [He nods with that.] I'll figure out what I want.
[The bell? Oh he should get to class as well. He still tries to talk after Mithos before he turns towards his own class. He just briefly has to check the textbook in his hand to remind himself where he has to go.]
[He doesn't toss a farewell back over his shoulder, or even give a curt wave. He tries to tell himself that it's none of his business what happens to some spoiled rich kid anyway.
But if he didn't care at all, he wouldn't be this aggravated.]
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But it only bothers me if it hurts. I don't... want trouble.
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I used to get bullied all the time too...then I started standing up for myself, and they hardly mess with me at all anymore. [Although he suspects that might have something to do with him finally hitting his growth spurt not too long ago... He also suspects there's plenty of talk behind his back.]
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No, I don't think that I do. I've never felt like... expressing anything like that. [But that was one amusing thing about hanging around Mithos - to see firsthand what all those emotions were like.] Should I?
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Just do what you want. [A verbal shrug - but the indifference is uneven, carefully constructed atop his frustration. He's already turning to rush a few doors down the hallway, even though it hardly makes a difference now.]
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[The bell? Oh he should get to class as well. He still tries to talk after Mithos before he turns towards his own class. He just briefly has to check the textbook in his hand to remind himself where he has to go.]
Thank you, Mithos. Farewell...
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But if he didn't care at all, he wouldn't be this aggravated.]