Back to School ((September 1915))

[victoriousscarf]

Misto snorted. "They seem about as thrilled to see you as you are to see them. Any particular reasons?"

[amanika]

"Any praticular reasons you gotta' ask so many questions?" Mistoffelees hadn't done much to endear Tugger to him so far, especially not to make him admit to having been held back a year. He had a feeling the other tom had likely worked it out, but that didn't mean Tugger had to humiliate himself further by confirming the fact.

[victoriousscarf]

Misto shrugged one shoulder. "Just making conversation. Would probably be best to have some idea of what the next term is going to be like."

[amanika]

"And how would I know?" That proved Mistoffelees had worked it out, but that didn't mean Tugger wouldn't challange him to actually say it.

[victoriousscarf]

Misto blinked. Wait, know what now? "What did I think you knew?" he asked finally, honestly a bit baffled and starting to get annoyed. What the hell was this tom's problem anyway?

[amanika]

"Very funny." there was no mirth in Tugger's words. "You want t'look down on me because this is the second time I'm doin' the ninth grade, then fine, have a bleedin' good laugh! But at least have the guts to do it t'my face rather than pretendin' you're clueless."

[victoriousscarf]

He blinked, and blinked again. Oh. "That wasn't it," he said. "I didn't know that you were repeating the course." Though, it made the entire conversation make more sense. "So... the likelihood of you being a dead weight partner has just gone up hasn't it?" He offered a faint smile at the end of the sentence and realized how off that sounded. "I mean, I don't care. But I wasn't having a laugh at you." He could do all the work himself anyway, he had been for years.

[amanika]

Tugger glared at Mistoffelees, telling the truth or not, this tom wasn't doing himself any favours. "You might want to shut up now, or that hole you're digging yourself into is just gonna' keep gettin' bigger. You're lucky we're in class, or I might've decked you by now." An empty threat on Tugger's behalf, but Mistoffelees wouldn't know that.

[victoriousscarf]

Misto blinked at the other tom, before turning his attention firmly back to the front of the classroom. "Well, I'll keep that in mind then, and avoid you outside of class," he said slowly, voice stiff.

[amanika]

Tugger shrugged, "Won't be here for long anyway, this is a bleedin' waste of time."

[victoriousscarf]

Misto glanced at him quickly, nearly said something and decided against it, turning back to the front of the room.

[amanika]

"What?" Tugger hadn't missed the look, "Somethin' the matter?"

[victoriousscarf]

"Beside the fact you just threatened to punch me?" Misto asked. He was, after all, a good bit smaller than the other. "Also, you just said your basically skipping class. Which means I'm out a partner this year. Which is just great."

[amanika]

Tugger shrugged, "Y'didn't sound much like you wanted me f'a partner anyway, and you said you didn't need me. And of course I bleedin' threatened to punch you, you ever met anyone who likes being told they're stupid?"

[victoriousscarf]

"I never called you stupid," Misto replied. "I think you just called yourself that though. And it was a joke anyway, do you know what those are?" He shook his head, eying the other. "And the point of having a partner is that there are two people, so could you at least show up on days when we do group assignments?"