Playing Hookie [Hyper]

@"hyperhurricane"

It's nice to get away from things for a little while.

Yeah.

At the moment the drow was half hanging out of an open window, marveling at the expanse of school splayed out in every direction as the horizon met the sky. It was early evening, and he could hear the last classes of the day going on in the other parts of the school. However, right now he simply couldn't be assed to go to any of his classes.

Well, to be specific he couldn't be assed to go to the one class he was skipping now, which was Combat Theory. It sucked that it was a required class here too--he just wasn't in the mood to get all punched up.

Not that punches really affected him, but he'd already committed to skipping.

Mz'sid let out a huge yawn and tucked his head under his arms. He was getting better at seeing even in bright sunlight, and sunset wasn't as bad, but that didn't lessen the burn of that insufferable ball in the fucking sky.

Seriously, was anyone clamoring for a sun? Who was the asshole who decided this world needed a sun?

It probably didn't help that he'd gone out drinking last night but hey--

Even slightly hung over drows needed to skip stupid classes every now and again.

Sid had been contemplating what he should do tonight. He had considered going back to the Downtown and going drinking at that night club there. He'd heard pretty good things about it, and plus, apparently really cute people frequented it. That was really all the incentive he needed--discounted drinks to nonhumans (check) and hotties (check again).

He'd barely registered the opening and closing of the door when he heard a voice.

"Ugh, finally out of sight."

Glancing over his shoulder, Sid couldn't resist grinning when he saw that someone had joined him in his quiet little room. The guy was probably here to skip class too. It's a good thing he wasn't the only one who hated actually going to school.

His class-skipping mate for the period was a guy, sporting horns and markings on his face, with violet eyes and black sclera. who stood at around the same height as Sid himself. No, no, they were definitely the exact same height. Though, if you factored in his horns, he was probably a little taller than Sid. But then again, if you factored in Sid's ears, they were more or less equally matched again.

But that didn't matter. After all, size wasn't important, was it?

Pfft.

"Yo," He said, leaning against the wall, welcoming him. "To what, may I ask, do I owe the pleasure of your company?"

"Whoa there," he said, raising his hands in a show of harmlessness. "No need for the hostility, man. It's just a hello."

After a moment of checking to make sure the guy standing on the other side of the room from him like he was some kind of plague wasn't going to launch at him and kill him for even insinuating that he wanted a hello, he lowered his hands, sliding them into his pockets and casually crossing one ankle in front of the other. "Though, I guess I already know why you're here. Playing hooky, huh? No shame. I'm doing the same, as you can see."

Something about the guy on the other side of the room was interesting to him. He was no stranger to aggression, and he knew very well how to respond in kind, but he'd rather not start a scene in the college building when he--when both of them, actually--were supposed to be in class. But they both had at least another hour block together until classes were over, so he'd assumed the guy would want to make the most of it. Apparently not.

Well, it was fine. Sid was no stranger to talking to himself. "Listen, we've got an hour that need's killin', n' even though I know yeh probably don't like me, we can't exactly leave without some teacher seein' one 'a us. We might as well chat." The drow cleared his throat. "So, my name's Mz'sid So-kijak. You can call me Sid." He gestured to himself, and then made another open gesture to Envy. "Yourself?"

"I don't think it's playing hookie if I'm the one getting unwelcome looks in class."

Well, Sid would argue that any situation where you would find yourself not in class when you're supposed to be in class would constitute playing hookie, but this guy seemed to think differently. Not that he wanted to spend the entirety of their time together arguing. The drow didn't like arguing. He preferred to settle any kind of dispute with his fists rather than try to use logic or whatever.

But... he didn't think he wanted to spend an hour fighting. That would alert other teachers way too easily.

So... he went by Envy then? Like the sin? Talk about a weird name.

(Despite how unpronouncable his name was to humans, Mz'sid is a very respectable drow name, thank you very much)

When Envy brought up the way he talked, Sid smiled and scratched the back of his head, almost looking sheepish. Not really though--it was more like someone had just pointed out something that he hadn't noticed, and he was more curious about it than anything else.

"Oh, yeah. English ain't my first language, as ya could probably guess, so when I gotta 'round t' learning I just say everything like ya would in my language."

Plus he'd spent a lot of time in the American south--that was where he got spat out, after all--but he didn't think that had too much to do with it.

Bilingual was a good way of putting it. Drow actually learned quite a few languages depending on their caste. The lowest on the caste list often were forced to learn elvish first, so that they spoke Drow and Deep Speech with a recognizable accent. Then Drows also had a form of sign language they used to communicate during missions in the dark oppressive caverns of the underdark.

In that manner he was slightly closer to trilingual than bilingual, but really those were semantics.

The drow chuckled when Envy mentioned that his first language had to be weird, because the longer version of his name was almost impossible to pronounce, even in his head.

"I get that a lot. My first language is Deep Drow. Usstan zhaun tlu zheel yorn. In my language my name means 'Slayer of Light from the House of the Carved Snakes'." He paused for a moment to rub the back of his neck. No one had ever asked him about the meaning of his name before.

Then again, he mostly introduced himself as 'Sid' nowadays.

"It's a pretty old-timey name by Drow standards, like naming your kid Charles or Walter... What's the story behind 'Envy'?"