Garçon considered himself to be a smart guy-he was not completely ignorant towards Grégorie’s dark looks of disgust. He was not blind towards the way his eyes narrowed, the way his body naturally leaned away, the way his lips curled into a grimace. He was, in face, completely aware of every part of Grégorie that writhed away cautiously. He did choose to “ignore” all of these things, despite the pricks they left on his ego. He would persevere through Grégorie’s distaste in hopes for another laugh or smile, in hopes darkness would turn to light, frowns would turn to smiles, sarcastic remarks would turn to chuckles and appreciative smiles. So, all in all, Garçon would ignore the negatives. Positives would appear in time. “Really? Because I’m on the verge of slapping you in your smug face.” He let out a small whistle. “Ooo. Kinky.” He turned his cheek to Grégorie invitingly, knowing there was no way the boy’s hand would go near his cheek now.
“A person confident of their handsomeness would not ask if they were handsome.” Grégorie stated simply, and though Garçon was inclined to agree, he hid this-he would not admit his opponent correct. “I know I’m show-stoppingly handsome, thank you very much.” He said, smirking, “Just wanted to hear it from mi ami.” “You don’t ask the fish if it could like to be caught. You just give it good enough bait.” He whistled again, then clicked his tongue a few times. “Ooo, okay, wise guy, I see you,” He teased playfully, watching Grégorie take a sip of his drink. “Aww, is all that dryness making you thirsty?..Or perhaps something else?” He hinted annoyingly, remembering he should probably drink something too. A small part of him questioned whether Grégorie really did think he was ugly, though he shoved this away in almost an instant. Though he had to admit, he found Grégorie a bit more handsome than himself-skin like sweet-scented cedar, freckles resembling white stars hanging in the night sky. Eyes-cold towards Garçon, yet still holding deep brown warmth and coziness. Hair coiling down to his neck, curling every which way and brushing against his cheeks and forehead. Everything about him appealed to Garçon. It would be a pity if he didn’t happen to feel the same way.
He smirked down at Grégorie, as if his extra height was some sort of advantage. “How’s the weather down there?” He teased as he looked him over-he wasn’t dressed in the stark-white uniform, instead opting for an oversized tee-shirt and wide-legged emerald pants. His shoes, something Garçon would wear, were checkered sneakers, loosely knotted strings peeking out from under the cuff of his pants. It was cute. Garçon had formed a habit of being with people smaller than him. And perhaps this pattern would be continued with Grégorie. He repeated Garçon’s offer, laughing uncertainly. He was taking this really seriously, even the code naming part. He burst out laughing at the suggestion of ‘devil incarnate’, it was even more hilarious that Grégorie looked dead serious about the name. “Alright, sure.” He smiled casually at Grégorie-if he got the name he wanted, maybe he would become more attached to the mission-and his partner as well. It didn’t matter too much to Garçon, plus, it was funny. “But if push comes to shove, I am not calling her ‘devil incarnate’ to her face.” Or flamingo, really.
He questioned Garçon’s offer once again, which was slightly disappointing, though Garçon was interested to hear if he had any better offers. It was hard to think of good names on the spot. “You know what else goes great together?” His grin was much too wide and cheshire-esque to belong to Grégorie. Me and shutting up? Your fist and my face? He thought, an amused smile playing on his lips as he lifted his brow, wanting to hear the answer. Though the smile gave way to a slightly nauseated frown at the next part. “Tuna? Do I smell or something?” He’d put on cologne and showered that morning, so that couldn’t be right. But the idea of a tuna and jam sandwich made him want to be sick. “How about… Nutella and Jam? Those go much better together-Nutella is delicious and compatible with everything.” He offered thoughtfully. "“N&J. See?”
Grégorie telling him not to grin like that made his smile stretch even wider-and he wasn’t even trying to. It must’ve just been a reflex or something. He nodded, smiling away and staring at the back of Grégorie’s curly head, eyes moving between him and the booth ahead-so far away it seemed minuscule. He could make out the two teachers that sat there, though no neon-haired girl hung around. They’d just have to hope she wouldn’t come back. Grégorie looked down at himself-he had an amazing build, of course, everything about him was attractive to Garçon. But as he noticed the question in Grégorie’s eyes, he leaned closer to him, and offered, “…If you wanted, I’d have no difficulty tossing you over my shoulder. Then we could both get away,” Athleticism was not Garçon’s strongest suit, however this did not mean he was not skilled in it. He’d played sports and been in teams plenty of times in his life, and could definitely carry the small boy up to the boy’s dorm level in good time.
However, Grégorie had already come up with a sharp new plan-which involved doing something Garçon had plenty of practice and skill at as well, flirting and smiling. Was that what Grégorie thought of him? He supposed it made sense given all he’d done their entire conversation was flirt and smile. “Hmm, okay. Sure you won’t get jealous, though?” He smirked. He sighed loudly, biting his lip and clenching his palms together. Was he nervous? Their plan would definitely work, and Garçon didn’t want to be too blunt, but the odds of the pink-haired girl actually plucking them out from the crowd seemed slim. Before he could try to comfort him, though, Grégorie spoke-“As a thank you, of course, I’ll return the favor.” Not what he’d expected-it seemed Grégorie really wanted nothing to do with him-much less owe him something. “I can help with homework or pay for your breakfast. And if it comes to the point where we have to buy those unfortunate tickets…I’ll reimburse any expenses.” He then clapped his hands together before Garçon could speak. “Well, so, now let’s go.”
Garçon, though well-off, would not be considered wealthy to most. His family poured most of the money they had into him-the best school, best teachers and tutors, clubs, exchange programs, and sports. He had cool things to wear and took his friends and more-than-friends on dates to cool places. But he wasn’t one of those royal-born students with unlimited funds, their wallets burning a hole in the pockets of their five-hundred dollar jeans. Still, he didn’t feel like he couldn’t spend money, he had enough for breakfast (for two), tickets, and all. He didn’t want Grégorie paying for those. Yeah, tutoring sessions with your crush was nice, but “Mr All-Advanced Classes” was much too egotistical to allow someone to help him with his homework. In addition, he wasn’t doing this for anything in return-besides Grégorie’s trust and favor, of course. Though some parts of this felt silly, he genuinely wanted to help. Didn’t mean he’d “forget” about that favor though. It seemed like it would come in handy later on.
He nodded, stern expression on his face to suit the danger of the path before them. Stepping in front of Grégorie, he began to walk in a good speed in the direction the two had decided upon. Leaving his half-eaten meal and barely touched drink behind. He never went too far ahead of his companion, keeping him in the corner of his eye in case the ‘devil incarnate’ hopped out of nowhere and snatched him away. He still didn’t see her-unless she was right in front of him but he had no idea what she looked like. No, no. If she was right in front of him, he’d surely hear Grégorie screaming or his footsteps as he ran a short distance to meld with the shadows. So far, so good. They would be halfway there soon, at this rate.
@sunflower.flow - grégorie : sorry if it is a little short!! also i hope i did not godmod either but let me know if i should change anything, queen! your post was amazing and that part about gregorie and audrey 
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