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smells like teen spirit
May. 6th, 2017 12:49 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
persius[ It hasn't happened in a while now. Most of the gangs have heard, Percival making enough of a name for himself even without his family's reputation that none of them want to tangle with him. But the boys surrounding them, smirking, cracking their knuckles, posting in the most stupid of ways &mash; they're new upstarts, stupid enough to think that Percival's reputation means he's a quick ticket to the top instead of someone to be left well enough alone.
Ah, well. At least it's good timing. Lancelot's student council meeting had ended early, which means that he's here at Percival's side to walk him home instead of missing out on the fun. It's been a while since he's had the chance to blow off some steam.
The leader of the would-be gang approaches, sneering about how unfortunate it is that the goody two shoes student council president is getting caught up in all of this.
Lancelot grins, wolfish. The boy isn't wrong — or, he wouldn't be if Lancelot hadn't been at Percival's side for years, preparing to be Percival's second in command when he was finally given a position in the family business. Being student council president was only to prepare himself for the duties he'd be undertaking as second to one of family's lieutenants.
He stretches, a little regretful that his knives are in his locker since he makes a habit not to keep them on him at school, and turns to Percival with utter disdain for the circle of boys threatening them. ]
How many should I leave for you?
Ah, well. At least it's good timing. Lancelot's student council meeting had ended early, which means that he's here at Percival's side to walk him home instead of missing out on the fun. It's been a while since he's had the chance to blow off some steam.
The leader of the would-be gang approaches, sneering about how unfortunate it is that the goody two shoes student council president is getting caught up in all of this.
Lancelot grins, wolfish. The boy isn't wrong — or, he wouldn't be if Lancelot hadn't been at Percival's side for years, preparing to be Percival's second in command when he was finally given a position in the family business. Being student council president was only to prepare himself for the duties he'd be undertaking as second to one of family's lieutenants.
He stretches, a little regretful that his knives are in his locker since he makes a habit not to keep them on him at school, and turns to Percival with utter disdain for the circle of boys threatening them. ]
How many should I leave for you?
