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“It’s not good if being fast favors and impresses you,” replied Grégorie. While the flirtatious character of the boy-with-the-clinging-hands was anguish rather than flattery to Grégorie, his sarcasm seemed to be honey to Garçon’s ears. The boy laughed loudly, though Grégorie’s joke was not at all outstanding.
“You don’t say. Even at a school full of magic, pizza still gets cold and dried up just like the outside world?” Garçon picked up on the joke, and his sense of humor even began to appeal to Grégorie. Anything was better than his embarrassing coquettish interjections. The boy lifted a slice of pizza (finally, this was what Grégorie had hoped for) and pouted his lips in a grimaced expression, “Tsk. Thank you for enlightening me, mon ami.”
Grégorie let out a low snort, tilting his head back. ‘Mon ami’, mon shami. They had known each other for a few minutes. Since they weren’t characters from a rom-com or a vibrant musical, they couldn’t be friends or fall in love after a second of knowing each other. Real-life didn’t work that way. “You have nothing to thank me for, l’idiote.”
The fan of the cold pizza finally bit into the thin dough covered in cheese and sauce. Grégorie silently watched as he chewed a decent bite, leaving a residue of burgundy sauce at the corners of his mouth. Without taking his eyes off Grégorie, he held out the nibbled piece towards him and offered him a ‘bite’. Grégorie twisted his lips and brought his eyebrows down. He looked at the pizza presented to him. Strips of cheese dangled uninvitingly and glowed with saliva reflecting in the light.
“I don’t bite. At least not in public,” Grégorie replied, referring to Garçon’s words when he spoke to the nonexistent Adelaide. He assumed his confident pose and winked exaggeratedly. No way in h*ll was he going to take a bite of that d*mn pizza. After all, it was disgusting. He shook his head, turning his gaze back to his plate. He no longer needed to be bothered with Garçon watching him like some annoying eagle. The most important thing was that the boy was eating - what he did in between didn’t occupy Grégorie’s thoughts.
It did not escape Grégorie’s attention that his interlocutor was acting too friendly. He was watching him with goo-goo eyes. He even joked similarly! Garçon absorbed the knowledge about Grégorie like a handsome sponge, wanting to know even more about him. But… why? Why was Garçon so eager to have him as a friend when others were far keener to do so? Grégorie had seen how some of the students stared at Garçon - they admired him, fancied him. The only thing Grégorie felt towards this familiar stranger was… unwanted curiosity and understandable annoyance.
And now… as their hands intertwined together in a welcoming embrace, a broad, friendly smile spread across the fop’s face. Grégorie had never encountered such a pleasant reaction upon introducing himself to someone. The warmth of his hand brought a chill to Grégorie’s face, which turned pale from this unfamiliar affection Garçon had bestowed upon him.
That was why he had to ask if they knew each other. Perhaps that would make both his behavior and Garçon’s more clear to him. The reaction to this inquiry turned out to be the opposite of his assumptions. Garçon seemed to have his brain lagged, searching for the answer in his mind. Panic sparked in his eyes. There was something the boy didn’t want to reveal to him. It curiously only bred in Grégorie an even grander interest. Now, contrary to his original decision, he wanted to know more about this overly amorous boy. That, at least, he thought until the boy returned to his flirtatious antics.
Garçon leaned toward him, taxing his cheek with his eyes. Instinctively, Grégorie moved backward, but his shoulders met the cold back of the chair. It wasn’t enough distance to escape the tall boy’s tanned hand. His fingers gently swept over his face. They brushed back his hair, which involuntarily wrapped around them - just for a moment. His smooth hand wiped away the sauce remaining at the corner of Grégorie’s stagnant mouth. And then his gaze met his. Deep eyes adorned with a frame of thick lashes stared into Grégorie’s soul hidden behind chocolate pupils. Though it lasted only a second, this proximity caused an unwelcome tickling and an accelerated pulse in Grégorie. Unable to bring himself back to reality fast enough to react sensibly to what had just happened, it was Garçon who spoke up first.
“Why do you ask? Do I look familiar to you? Perhaps, you’ve seen me in your dreams… or your fantasies…” Grégorie rolled his eyes.
“More like in nightmares,” he stated, letting out a held breath. “And… as for what just now… happened. Sadly… I can’t give you a good review. I know, it is said that you can be whatever you want to be. Your dream of becoming a handkerchief is better forgotten. It’s just that your service was too abrupt and not silky enough, I regret to say.” He shook his head with an indulgent expression. Deep down, he was glad he hadn’t let it be known that this ‘service’ had caused him a… strange… impression.
AHHHH YOUR POST WAS JUST LIKE… I AM SPEECHLESS! SOOOOOOO GOOD! And the part where he leans in, ugh, ICONIC! I ship them too and because of that they will suffer :DDD Also, thank you! (I hope there are no mistakes jkrskjgsjdr)
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Cafeteria 
just for some fun plot, he doesn’t have to be around to stay but it could help with Valentina’s planning idknsjsjsks anyways sorry this took forever smh
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