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~~~ Dormitory | Jakob
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César stood proud before the form that dramatically rolled around on the ground, features set into an icy frown. “I’m giving you fashionable purple marks,” he declared, looking the other student with a piercing gaze as he rested a hand on his hip. “You know, since it’s the colour of royalty. Don’t complain, Jakoblet.”
With that, César floated over to where the ball had rolled off. It brought him closer to Jakob’s pretend-writhing form, allowing him to catch sight of the space between the other student’s tense hamstring and calf as the latter held his thigh. “And anyway, you know where the healing ointment is,” César continued, placing the mallet just behind the ball and putting his feet on each side. He had been aiming for Jakob’s flank earlier, and he didn’t like stopping on a miss. “If you think it’s broken, just drag yourself over there and apply it.”
With a snort, César swung the mallet again, this time causing the ball to perfectly pass through the gap: barely grazing Jakob’s calf, it rolled off towards the end of the bathroom, stopping at the foot of the tub. The sight of which gave César a sudden desire to cast aside all consequences of the complete mess he’d been dragged around in throughout the morning, and take a warm bath. Lorelai and he shared classes anyway, albeit not in the same order -he could very well just get her notes for third and fourth period.
Stepping over Jakob’s body, César made his way to the tub, placing the mallet against it before running the hot water. When he turned back around, however, he caught sight of the redness tinting Jakob’s cheeks, and felt a slight pinch in his heart. “God, Jakob, you asked for it,” he said with a very self-assured look, although a slight puff escaped his lips -the only hint of some form of regret on his part.
That, and the fact that he walked back to kneel down next to him, placing a hand to the surely-bruised thigh a little absent-mindedly. “Just get me another uniform,” he said, giving him a snooty gaze. “No pranks.” Apparently, César hadn’t learned his lesson, and was still convinced that it would suffice. He gestured towards the door with a flick of the hand, lifting his chin expectantly.
@ethereal | Poor little Jakoblet <3
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