Giving him an earful

Michael let his teacher's words wash over him as he closed his eyes and listened. He had no need to look at the paper as he wrote, he could always decipher his messy notes later, but right now he needed to listen, because the teacher talked incredibly fast throwing information after information that will certainly be asked for when tested at them.

He thought to himself how it was a good think most of these years he already knew from history. So, instead of trying to write all of it down, he focused onto those fact connected to the literature and development of the language he couldn't get his hands on otherwise.

Suddenly, the onslaught of the information stopped, as the teacher suddenly yelled his name, making him blink in confusion. The small, grey-haired man was staring at him with all the hate in the world, while spitting out a question about what he had just said. Still confused, Michael repeated his last sentence to himself, looking for the answer he needed, and just as he was about to open his mouth to answer, the teacher spoke: 'That would be enough, Mr. Griffin.', Michael frowned at the usage of his (alleged) last name. 'I was informed that you do not speak, and apparently have a rather great need to sleep, but could you please do it outside my class? Otherwise, other's might get the idea that they could do it too, only, they won't be listening, and you would. Now, where was I...'

Still confused, Michael took a second to realise that teacher saw that his eyes were closed and thought that he was sleeping. Shaking his head, he laughed, his last sleep wasn't even a week ago, he won't be sleeping again for quite some time, not in class, not anywhere else.

Suddenly he became aware that, engrossed in his own thoughts, this time he really wasn't listening, so he quickly focused back on whatever the teacher was saying. '...and so the Norman's came and...'

At first, Michael simply frowned, unsure of who Gabriel was. Then, as something clicked inside his head, he remembered a face seen through the half closed eyes. You were in the William's room., he thought, to used to talking to William by now to realise that the other couldn't hear him.

Then, as the words 'my boyfriend' left Gabriel's mouth (yes, he had remembered the name quite fast once he had remembered the where he had seen the face), he frowned even more. His boyfriend? At first, Michael thought that this will be something about William, as he was the only person they both knew, well, mainly the only person Michael really knew, but... At then there was a click again, and it suddenly dawned at Michael: You were William's date., he realised, not sure if he wanted to smile or frown even deeper than he already was.

So? What about William?, he asked, raising his head and looking Gabriel in the eyes.

((OOC-I put that part with the teacher there so that Gabe realises faster that M. doesn't speak much, if you want to use it))

I... Michael started, then frowned. Taking a deep breath, he relaxed his throat, trying not to think about things that usually forbade him to speak. I am quite well aware of the dangers that cliff jumping can pose. he said, his voice low and hoarse from not being used much, the last time had to be weeks ago, sometimes before he had become fast friends with William. I survived them all very few times, he added, speaking in a polished way he adopted as a defence against people trying to put words into his mouth. Anything informal could be interpreted in various ways, so he liked to give his words ferm, definite, meanings. And I can assure you, William was not at danger at any time.

Gabriel's next words made him frown even deeper. I have not forced him in any way... Not really. he was an overly honest person in the end, so he had to admit that. I simply stated that I wanted to go and demanded he went with me, to which he had agreed. That is all. Then, he tilted his head to the right, just a bit, but enough to be noticeable. And if I may say, I do not see William complaining about it any time soon, just you standing there and making us both late for our next class.

All in all, Michael said more words in those few minutes than he had, quite possibly, in a lifetime, and his throat hurt, making him nervous, and all he wanted right now was for Gabriel to move so he could get to his next class, and if he had to jump through the window to get that, he would. It wasn't as if it was going to hurt him any.

((OOC-No problem :D))

Michael frowned at the notion Gabriel was proposing. Are you saying that simply because I have wings, I would fly to safety while leaving William to die, if, fate forbid, something happened?, he asked, suddenly fuming with anger. You shall take that back, Gabriel, and you shall take that back now. His voice got deeper by the octave with every word, signaling how absolutely furious he was, for, the thing about Michael was that he didn't get hotter when angry. He would get colder and colder until he would reach the freezing point, at which whomever he was fighting with would simply run away.

He took a step forward, leaning slightly into Gabriel's face and hissed, completely forgetting that this was why he didn't like to talk. For if you ever bothered to think with that head you seemingly have on your shoulders, you would see that William could never be in any danger with me, especially not from something as meaningless as height. How do you think we got there in the first place? he asked, knowing that the boy didn't know. He flew quite safely with me for three times already, so I really think that there is no need to worry about him falling to his death while with someone who could fly a horse. And while he didn't really know whether he could fly a horse, he was damn sure that he would be able to now, if for nothing, than to show Gabriel that he was wrong.

And if you ever bothered to pick up a dictionary of English you are supposed to be reading right now for class anyway Michael continued you would see that demand and force aren't even remotely close in meaning, for 'force' usually requires the actual use of said force. He scoffed, looking the boy in the eyes and bearing his teeth. What I did was say that William was going with me, and to that he could either agree or disagree, which he didn't do. He went with me, and I think it is safe to say that he had had a good time. He tilted his head again, and then smiled like a winter snake in the snow. And isn't that what all this is about? Is your jealousy really that strong?

Michael ran his fingers through his hair, a few loose strands falling in his eyes because of that as he realised that he had done the exact same thing he hated being done to him, up to the point he had stopped talking because of it. He growled when reminded of that by his own conscience, however, never the one to feel guilty about anything for long, he simply moved on.

The teacher can demand the homework be done all he want, Gabriel, he said to the boy's back, however, I still saw quite a few of us coming in without it. He smiled even though the other one couldn't see that, stepping forward, and putting his hand on Gabriel's shoulder.

And, yes, thanks for reminding me of that. he said, squeezing the shoulder harder. If you ever dare hurt my little brother in any way, I shall drop you from the highest point I could reach in the sky, and then you shall see just how safe William was with me. Letting go of Gabriel then, he stepped forward in front of him, and one step through the door.


((Hope that hurting thing isn't too much, I just thought about setting up the next tread(s) considering to what we agreed...))