"Nah, just walked on." Which wasn't usually something he mentioned, because...no one cared. No one thought twice about getting whatever they wanted from him and then, in a lot of cases, turning around to treat him like garbage. He liked being able to do things for people, giving them what they wanted, but--if he was being honest--it wasn't enough. It didn't balance out everything else. "That's shit, though, sorry." He could only imagine how disconcerting and disheartening and whatever else it was to just have people walk through you.
The idea of being trapped in a high school, any high school, sounded just as bad though. He was already planning on burning his Aglionby uniform--especially the fucking tie--after he graduated, and never looking back. But- "What do you mean, can't jump the fence? Is your school some kind of ghost trap?" He didn't even have any theories he could muse on for that--he didn't know shit about ghosts.
For a beat, he didn't reply to the question. He knew it would be stupid to openly admit he wasn't actually old enough to drink--which sometimes he thought was also stupid, since he was legally considered an adult--but he didn't think anybody was paying attention, and he didn't think she'd snitch. "Got a new one since I've been here," he said. He was aware that implied he'd had more than one fake ID in the past but, he hadn't really used it that much. At least, not in Henrietta; it hadn't been a secret he was months away from graduating Aglionby. He'd had other methods, then.
"If there's ever a time to need a drink, it feels like it'd be now, you know?" he added. Really, it was equal parts finding himself suddenly in Ohio for mysterious reasons, and the way too recent memory of Ronan telling him he wasn't good enough.
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The idea of being trapped in a high school, any high school, sounded just as bad though. He was already planning on burning his Aglionby uniform--especially the fucking tie--after he graduated, and never looking back. But- "What do you mean, can't jump the fence? Is your school some kind of ghost trap?" He didn't even have any theories he could muse on for that--he didn't know shit about ghosts.
For a beat, he didn't reply to the question. He knew it would be stupid to openly admit he wasn't actually old enough to drink--which sometimes he thought was also stupid, since he was legally considered an adult--but he didn't think anybody was paying attention, and he didn't think she'd snitch. "Got a new one since I've been here," he said. He was aware that implied he'd had more than one fake ID in the past but, he hadn't really used it that much. At least, not in Henrietta; it hadn't been a secret he was months away from graduating Aglionby. He'd had other methods, then.
"If there's ever a time to need a drink, it feels like it'd be now, you know?" he added. Really, it was equal parts finding himself suddenly in Ohio for mysterious reasons, and the way too recent memory of Ronan telling him he wasn't good enough.