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Post by michael corner on May 11, 2011 3:45:42 GMT -5
Michael was never, ever clumsy. He couldn't remember the last time he'd ever tripped over his own feet, or accidentally knocked something over out of carelessness. He always paid great attention to where he was going and his surroundings. If he ever collided with other students in the hallway, it was their fault - not his. Michael was never anything less than careful.
Until today.
He blamed the book he was reading. It sucked him in, absorbed him, and for the first time in a long time, he allowed himself to be careless.
Making his way down the grand staircase and out into the Entrance Hall, the last thing he expected, being so absorbed and all, was to collide with something soft. He tore his eyes away from his book immediately.
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Post by morag mcdougal on May 11, 2011 11:23:59 GMT -5
When it came to Morag there was one thing that she was confident in most of the time; that people would have enough sense to watch where they were walking. It wasn't just about the simplicity of it, but also that people tended to notice she was there, which was why, when she turned the corner to head up the stairs, she hadn't anticipated someone running into her.
Low and behold though it had happened. With a soft gasp of surprise Morag was forced back nearly stumbling onto her ass, but catching her balance last second. Irritated Morag looked up at the person that had run into her, a boy that she was familiar with seeing in her common room. Michael or Mickey, something along those lines. At least he had a valid enough excuse for running into her, he had been reading a book. "Well," Morag said expectantly. "I assume the book was worth it?" Her irritation was quickly dwindling and amusement was the only thing that seemed to be left. As hard as she tried she couldn't keep a small smile from forming.
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Post by michael corner on May 11, 2011 15:43:21 GMT -5
Michael supposed it could have been worse. It could have... well, not been a pretty girl. "I am dreadfully sorry," he told her, truthfully, now taking in her face, which was very familiar. Morag, he thought her name was - someone from his own house, who he'd passed by on a number of occasions in the common room. He glanced down at the book in his hands once, before snapping it shut. He wouldn't be impolite. He would resume his reading later.
Since she wasn't fuming about how he should be more careful about where he was going, he allowed himself to smile. "Lovecraft," he said, simply, raising the small hardback book quickly for her to catch a glimpse. "A new favourite, I think. Very worth it, now that I see I haven't bruised you or done you any harm." He let his words sit for a moment, before furrowing his eyebrows. "I haven't, have I?"
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Post by morag mcdougal on May 11, 2011 16:02:22 GMT -5
Dreadfully sorry; Morag could live with that. He did seem to be sincere and what more could she ask for really, logically, now that the deed had already been done. She seemed to also have his undivided attention, which Morag was pleased about she was bored anyway and Michael had unknowingly just volunteered his services to her. Perhaps that was a tad egotistical of her but who didn't like attention besides the socially handicapped?
She had never heard of Lovecraft but that didn't surprise her. Morag might not have been above cracking open books on occasion but she wasn't an expert on everything literature related. His question was sweet. "Females are delicate creatures but lucky for you I'm fine. No damage done." Morag took a step back and turned around, displaying herself. "As you can see." Playful as always she winked at him. Having never introduced herself before, and not wanting to call him by the wrong name, she did so now. "I'm Morag by the way."
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Post by michael corner on May 11, 2011 16:30:18 GMT -5
Michael was pleased. Really, he was. He didn't like being the cause of hurt or injury of any sort, apart from maybe occasionally when people deserved it. Morag didn't however. Her little twirl around made him laugh softly. And he nodded, his smile genuine. "Alright, I'm glad," he said, before extending a hand. "Nice to meet you, finally. I'm Michael."
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Post by morag mcdougal on May 11, 2011 17:22:26 GMT -5
Morag slipped her hand into his shaking it gingerly. "What you should be sorry for, Michael, is making me take the initiation here, introducing myself." She mentioned lightly, though was very serious. It had been far too long and so many opportunities so why he hadn't was beyond her. Maybe Michael was the shy type when it came to girls, perhaps it was just her that made him shy. Anything was possible.
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Post by michael corner on May 12, 2011 12:17:50 GMT -5
It wasn't that Michael was shy exactly, it more that he just never really cared to speak to anyone, unless he had to, or for some odd reason, felt that he could actually be bothered to. On most days he wasn't. "Yes, but I ran into you. For all you know, I planned that," he told her, playfully, raising an eyebrow and crossing his arms.
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Post by morag mcdougal on May 12, 2011 13:40:25 GMT -5
She didn't really think that Michael had run into her intentionally. Playing along didn't hurt though. Morag grinned at him. "Oh, well aren't you the devious sort." It wasn't as though it was unthinkable. Guys had used ruses on her before. "Though you had perfect opportunity to cop a feel yet you didn't. Something to consider the next time you use that method."
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Post by michael corner on May 12, 2011 17:14:34 GMT -5
Michael laughed. "Devious, yes." Well, occasionally. He hadn't really planned their little collision on the current day, obviously, but still, he had his moments. "But something like that? Not my style, I'm afraid." And it was true. He liked women - a lot - just like any other young, heterosexual man, but he didn't think he could ever pull a move like that just for a little feel here and there. His eyes flickered to various other males passing. "And I'd be quiet, if I were you. You don't want to go putting ideas into their empty little heads..." he added jokingly, with a smile.
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Post by morag mcdougal on May 12, 2011 19:14:38 GMT -5
Morag raised an eyebrow. Not his style. With as hard as Morag worked on making her body desirable she expected raunchiness directed toward her. But she assumed, based on what he'd said, that Michael was the respectful type. That was probably for the best though. She couldn't help but laugh at his warning though, playful as it might have been. "It wouldn't be anything that they wouldn't have thought of themselves. The more creative ideas I tend to keep to myself, or simply put into action."
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Post by michael corner on May 12, 2011 21:14:40 GMT -5
"Oh, I don't know about that. I think even that would be a little too creative for most kids around here." Michael really was convinced of that. Eavesdropping on private conversations and people-watching were two of his favourite things to do - everything he gathered from doing both of those things told him many still hadn't moved on from cheesy pick up lines. And the rest simply wouldn't dare do such a thing. "I, personally, have always much preferred the direct approach. Not too direct, mind you - that usually just ends up scaring people away - but I've always found it far more effective than this pick up line rubbish."
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Post by morag mcdougal on May 12, 2011 21:42:52 GMT -5
Pick up lines had always amused Morag, but she didn't fall for them. They were simply something that she liked hearing on occasion, to laugh at. The direct approach, from what Morag had seen of Michael so far, seemed to suit him though. She got the impression that he was a no nonsense type of guy. "That works well for you I take it?" Morag stepped out of the way of some on-coming people and leaned up against the wall casually. "Plenty of female affections I mean?"
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Post by michael corner on May 16, 2011 12:56:32 GMT -5
Michael, too, moved out of the way for the small crowd to pass through, before leaning his side onto the wall. "Works well enough," he answered, with a shrug. Of course, asking out girls was not something he did very often. Also, other guys usually thought it was pretty ridiculous, but he didn't like going for absolutely anybody. He imagined stupid girls would probably be confused by his directness, but then he never cared to try with them. "And I can't say I'm out there with a new girl every night, but then I wouldn't enjoy that at all." He smiled, crossing his arms again. "And yourself? I suppose you just have to look in their direction and they fall to their knees?"
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Post by morag mcdougal on May 16, 2011 16:17:46 GMT -5
So Michael was substance or style, at least that was the impression that Morag got from what he'd just said. Most of the boys she knew had a stud reputation to uphold and getting with as many chicks as they could was one of the most important things in their lives. Morag wasn't at all disappointed by that sort of mentality, she knew why most of them were like that so it was understandable. When it came to her though Morag had considerably cut back on reeling guys in, only flirting with them harmlessly on occasion but never shagging them like she normally would have. It was harder than she thought it was going to be. Rather than brag about her previous success she shrugged. "I don't know any guys that are that submissive."
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Post by michael corner on May 17, 2011 23:10:28 GMT -5
Michael knew a couple of boys who could probably surprise her with their lack of spine, but that was the thing - despite however old they really were, they were still only boys. He didn't think Morag would pay attention to such little people, so her not knowing them made sense. He nodded. "But unfortunately, I think a few do exist."
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