“Eyes don’t turn black.” the boy commented, as if the Azaiah were stupid. It irritated him, but he wasn't the kind to let emotions show unless it amused him.
"Well, of course they don't, do you think I'd say such a thing if I hadn't seen it Right in front of my eyes? , he scowled, yes this boy was smart, but his naivety shows how badly he was brought up. The boy obviously doubted what he said, despite all the facts, and didn't seemed bothered by the fact that his teeth had retracted, "You do know canines don't retract into the gums normally right? It's not a normal thing, the only beings that do that are mystical creatures, snakes, to some degree, and inhumans, vampires and such." He sighed in exasperation, the headache not helping his irritability, "Look, you didn't see yourself in the mirror when you attacked the death witch, you're eyes turned black, your canines grew, and none of that is normal", he was begging for this boy to get it through his thick skull, "So my conclusions are, you're cursed, you're a half-vampire, or you're some other being entirely, you can't deny the facts, prefect."
He knew this boy would be hard to sway to see things from his view, or look past his notebook, but he'd try, just to help the boy in the future. It was odd, that he was going to such lengths to attempt to help this boy, but it was more for his own curiosity and amusement on what would all happen in the end to the prefect. He wouldn't half-ares this, he wanted to see it through to the end.
“I don’t have to heal you. The nurse will come out of the clock sooner or later and if you haven’t died yet, she can tend to you. The black burn let them in because we’re supposed to kill them, omb. Besides, it’s not like a death witch would go complain about not dying to the headmaster. She’ll just try to kill me later. How did you survive this long?”
Oh Merlin this boy knew nothing about Azaiah, it almost physically hurt him.
"No, the headmaster didn't let them in for us to kill them, we're just students, not gladiators, and that's against the law, and it's dumb. This is a school for learning magic not killing death witches. Also.." His anger flared at the last comment, and he was in no state to restrain it, but instead of yelling, his grey eyes narrowed into cold slits, "Don't insult me in such a way, you know nothing of my past, just like I know nothing of yours, so don't assume I fail at survival, this is nothing compared to getting tortured by a madman, and watching a sibling die in front of you. How would you feel if some one precious you screamed in hellish pain, and bled out on the floor in front of you? So don't insult me with such a thing as saying this is survival." His anger died down, and his cold tone turned to one of indifference, he pulled the memory of examining the boy previously, "though, you yourself have probably been through a lot if you're this socially stunted, and going by the scars you've been injured in some way, most likely tortured, which, by the way, isn't normal and against the law, filing under child abuse and negligence." He glanced at what was viable of the prefects face,"Though you may not have listened to half of that, not surprising really, seeing as how you acted earlier to my comments, I don't usually talk this much, must be the concussion."
, he paused, "oh, also I withdraw my comment about knowing nothing of your past, I most likely just told you the basics of it"
He scanned over the previous comment of the boy, "Also, clocking out means to end a shift, and a shift is a period of time in which one works. Also, if you don't care about me dying, it makes me wonder if the teachers are so oblivious as to keep you a prefect." He sighed, 'he was living in a world of goldfish,' quoting Mycroft and Sherlock. How did these teachers qualify for their jobs if they let this happen? Was society so incompetent?
“I wasn’t aggressive. Aggression only blinds the senses.” the boy commented.
he himself scoffed at the answer and how Ironic it was, "Tell that to the death witch you almost killed."
When the boy tugged on the rope again, in which he was still dragging Azaiah with, he let out a groan of pain, speaking his thoughts out loud, which was uncommon unless thought over thoroughly, "You know, I'm probably going to hate you after this, not that I'll do anything about it except maybe quietly glare at you for a couple days." He was shocked at what he said, but wasn't bothered enough to think further on it, he impulsively let out a smirk, hidden by his mask, "But don't expect me to leave you alone after this, you're a puzzle, a curiosity, and I haven't had a good puzzle in a long time, I'm going to figure you out, whether you want me to or not, and I'm going to enjoy watching you try to do the same for me..." he paused, "Let it be a mutual interest if you will... classify me however you want, I don't care as long as I get amusement out of it, and I'll probably end up helping you in the end." another wave of pain washed over his brain, and what he had just said was swept away with it, cascading down his 'mind palace's' hallways to some dark corner of his mind, where it was forgotten. He blinked away the daze, trying to recover, until his head flared up again like angry hornets, making him groan.
"Oh Merlin this sucks," he resisted smashing the heel of his hand into his head in some futile attempt of getting rid of the headache, and settled for just cradling his skull in his hands, pulling against the rope to do so, "this is why I try to avoid panic attacks at any cost..."
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