This time Spryly wasn't casually yet somewhat intensely stalking Cassius Lestrange when they crossed paths, it was quite by chance. The last time they'd seen one another he'd managed to secure his assistance in preparing for world cup tryouts but then he'd... Well after all of the fuss he hadn't gotten back to him about it and for that he felt rather sheepish, sheepish enough to want to scoot out the door before he was noticed. However, the tryouts were tomorrow and he'd be seeing him then anyway and he'd rather not be feeling more on edge than he would be already.
Might as well face the music now. Anyway he liked Cassius Lestrange, he stood a better chance of making him forget he was an idiot by dealing with it sooner rather than later. Or at least breaking the ice and sweeping the whole thing under the carpet so it never had to be mentioned again.
"You readin' a book?" he asked, sounding slightly incredulous and amused at the same time. Spryly had never read anything for pleasure, reading was difficult and time consuming and a real headache in his opinion.
Might as well face the music now. Anyway he liked Cassius Lestrange, he stood a better chance of making him forget he was an idiot by dealing with it sooner rather than later. Or at least breaking the ice and sweeping the whole thing under the carpet so it never had to be mentioned again.
"You readin' a book?" he asked, sounding slightly incredulous and amused at the same time. Spryly had never read anything for pleasure, reading was difficult and time consuming and a real headache in his opinion.
Eyeing up this magnificent set eh? MJ sold her soul to Satan's graphic designer. I wish he'd take mine too.