[ he laughs a little at her first comment; it's not something she needs to point out, after all. anything rude he says is often deliberate and calculated, or it's a force of habit. he can't (won't, doesn't) acknowledge the fact that having people that will respond to it in kind and essentially shrug it off makes it easier even whilst ensuring he can still labour under the hope and thought that any purely accidental fondness they might harbour for him is — something. a lie, built on a lie, not true.
he follows her all the same, critically eyeing the ground for several moments before flopping (as much as one can flop onto pavement) down next to her. he doesn't bother replying to her verbally for a little while, instead stretching his legs out in front of him and extending his arms out behind him and lazing. it's true only in as much as being lazy with a book is wholly satisfying, but he'd be perfectly happy to claim and even happier to imply that doing nothing and making oneself comfortable is far more appealing than cooling down, sweaty and muddy. ]
—Mm. [ a slow, thoughtful hum punctuated by an equally slow albeit somewhat sly smile. ] It still lacks the appeal of rugby, you know.
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he follows her all the same, critically eyeing the ground for several moments before flopping (as much as one can flop onto pavement) down next to her. he doesn't bother replying to her verbally for a little while, instead stretching his legs out in front of him and extending his arms out behind him and lazing. it's true only in as much as being lazy with a book is wholly satisfying, but he'd be perfectly happy to claim and even happier to imply that doing nothing and making oneself comfortable is far more appealing than cooling down, sweaty and muddy. ]
—Mm. [ a slow, thoughtful hum punctuated by an equally slow albeit somewhat sly smile. ] It still lacks the appeal of rugby, you know.