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Post by Deleted on Feb 9, 2017 0:15:42 GMT
[googlefont="La Belle Aurore:400"] [attr="class","congrats"] "Miki you need to pay attention..." "But I wanna show you -- " "It can wait until after you get this. I'm here to tutor you. I could go do my own thing you know." Mikhail just huffed at his older brother and pouted in his chair as he finally looked down at the math problem that was being explained to him. It wasn't that Mikhail didn't like school, just at this particular moment he wanted to show off the new magic trick he had just perfected. Which meant, while Reiner was busy wasting his breath re-explaining for the third time, Mikhail was busy looking around the room, his hazel eyes coming to rest on the table next to them. There sat a blonde boy, one he recognized a bit. They were in some classes together he was pretty sure. Same year of school at least.
Leaning way from his older brother and toward the blonde, Mikhail grinned, "Hey... Hey you, wanna see something cool?" He asked curiously, though Reiner, lightly tapped the table and cleared his throat. "Miki. You need to pay attention or I won't help. And don't just ask random people if they want to see cool stuff." Mikhail just waved his brother off a bit, brushing the long part of hair from his face, "Ignore him. He's got a stick up his butt sometimes." A heavy sigh was heard from the older Koenig as Mikhail proceeded with what he wanted to show the blonde regardless of what his answer had been. Reaching out to grab his pencil, Mikhail held it out. "Obviously you know your pencil is an ordinary pencil." Showing it off in the same fashion as a magician would, Mikhail just grinned more and in the blink of an eye, made the pencil vanish. "Alright Miki you showed him your trick now leave him alone." Mikhail once again pouted a little bit and just shook his head, "But I'm not done yet...." Smiling back toward the blonde who was now pencil-less he grinned. "What is your name anyway? Mine is Mikhail, and that stuck up guy is Reiner, my brother." He introduced, holding out his hand for Michael to shake.
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Feb 9, 2017 2:40:04 GMT
Michael had gone to the library to study a bit, trying to ignore the other people in there as he just focused on his schoolwork. The duo at the table next to him, why they chose to sit near him was beyond him, were becoming aggravating with that loudmouth peasant making a bit of a ruckus. So long as they didn't bother him he could...tolerate their presence. But oh, how he had jinxed himself! Not too long after he was being spoken to. He tried to pretend that he didn't hear the boy, but he was being pestered again and with an annoyed sigh he set down his pencil and turned his head to look at the boy with a bit of a scowl on his face. But then the boy had the nerve to steal his pencil and then make it vanish! His expression did not slide from his face as he just sat there staring at the boy with such a cold expression as the redhead grinned and held out his hand for him to shake.
He looked away after a moment and gathered up his things before standing up, soon walking over to their table silently after a moment. "Peasants," he spoke as he flicked his cold eyes over the both of them. "I believe you...have something of mine." He spoke slowly, as if trying to keep his temper in check for the time being. "And no, I won't give my name out to you two." He told them, scanning his eyes over the one called Mikhail and just took in how he looked before he turned his gaze and did the same to the one called Reiner. After a moment he returned his attention to the more annoying one of the two, tilting his chin up slightly as he looked down at him where he sat. "Well?"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 9, 2017 7:24:59 GMT
"Peasants?" Reiner quickly questioned though it didn't seem he would be getting an answer about something like that. Mikhail on the other hand seemed unphased by Michael's display of anger instead laughing a bit. "Wow, you are quick to jump up." Staring back up at the male who was staring back down at him, possibly trying to intimidate him he just smiled. "I will give it back if you tell me your name. Or perhaps I should just call you prince since you seem to think we are peasants?" Mikhail offered up, though Reiner shook his head. "Miki, you shouldn't--" But the younger male just gave a shrug of his shoulders in response and cut his brother off, "Well, there is no reason to get so worked up about a magic trick. I mean, rather lame to do so."
His hazel eyes flicked back up toward the blonde, the grin still on his face. "Well?" He held out his hands as if he were ready to make the pencil reappear at any time, so long as he got what he wanted. Which at this point, was a name. "Miki just give the kid back his pencil." Reiner pleaded with his brother, rather not having to deal with this. Certainly he would stick up for his brother should he need to, but that mouth seemed to get him into more trouble than he needed to deal with. Mikhail of course just shook his head. "It's an easy enough request. His name in exchange for the pencil. I mean really, if he doesn't like magic he could just say so, but obviously there is something else going on.... And it's exciting." He quite bluntly admitted.
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Feb 11, 2017 5:58:36 GMT
Michael narrowed his gaze a bit at the redhead's reaction, not all that pleased with how he didn't seem the least bit intimidated. He just scowled at the teen who grinned right back at him, waiting for him to tell him his name. Like hell he was going to do that. "Give me my pencil," he stated once more as he stared daggers at the boy. After a moment he sighed and lifted a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose, soon stepping closer before he leaned towards him a little. "You have no interest to be digging around searching for information from me or about me. Got it? And you're a damned idiot if you really think anything is going on, gods." He spoke coldly, leaning back as he straightened up and tilted his chin up slightly.
After a few moments he turned his attention to Reiner, now directing that cold gaze towards him. "Does he act like this all the time? Thinking he can impress people by stealing their things and demanding information from them?" He questioned him sharply, placing a hand on his hip over the spot where his jacket hid his gun. He'd just have to play nice for now... He didn't want a 'check in' from his family because he wasn't playing nice all that well. But perhaps if he did tell his name they would probably take notice of how much at a disadvantage, at least in his eyes, they were at and stop messing with him. Though that redhead... He wasn't going to give in and give him what he wanted so easily, oh no... He was going to make him beg for it.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 11, 2017 10:11:32 GMT
Of course the blonde simply demanded his pencil once again, though Mikhail showed no signs of caving in to the threats. As the male mentioned not wanting to dig into his history his smile still stayed on his face. Well, that sounded just entirely suspicious, but nothing that really seemed to phase the overly confident red head. His hazel eyes remained on his current "opponent" even as Michael's attention shifted over to his older brother. Reiner could only sigh in response first, though he had no idea why the blonde was glaring daggers into him. He hadn't had anything to do with Miki's weird love of magic and wanting to show the blonde the trick.
"He can be like this. Most people enjoy his magic tricks." The older redhead shrugged a bit before shaking his head. "You are obviously quite stubborn but so is he. You can either tell him your name or I suggest you get a new pencil." Reiner mentioned while closing the book he had been trying to go over with Mikhail. The younger redhead just grinned triumphantly by what his brother said, knowing it was quite true. He didn't see what was so bad about his magic trick, and if Michael had just asked nicely in the first place. But it was pretty obvious this guy had some sort of complex to him.
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Feb 13, 2017 5:36:55 GMT
The blond resisted rolling his eyes and scoffing to Reiner's response about the redhead, simply flashing the redhead a sharp scowl before that look returned to Reiner. He was not going to give in to their demands, they were just mere peasants! "Tch, as if I'd bow down to the likes of you.." He muttered, throwing that cold look right back at Mikhail as that annoying redhead had the stupidest of looks on his face. Oh, how he'd love to wipe that off his face! Though he kept his temper in check and moved his attention back to Reiner to avoid punching the redhead in the face.
"You've got to learn how to control him... Else some other person shall do it for you." He told him as he tilted his chin up slightly. After a moment he turned his attention back to Mikhail and narrowed his eyes at him, no warmth showing whatsoever. "Keep the pencil, you've got your peasant filth all over it anyway." He spoke as he scoffed and turned away, beginning to walk off to go try to find another pencil that wasn't contaminated by peasant filth and to find a quieter spot to do his schoolwork as well. Now if only there weren't any spots filled with...peasants. Gods, they were annoying.
He honestly didn't care what the other two did then, so long as they, specifically the redheaded thief, didn't try to take any more of his stuff. But damn, that was a really good pencil... "Tch, peasants always want what they can't normally get." He muttered to himself, setting his things down at an empty table a bit of a ways away and then walked off nearby to grab a pencil. They'd be idiots to still come after him, surely they couldn't be stupid to do such a thing?
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