ooh, british accent

[pandion]

It's not like Andi never noticed him before. He's totally cute and everything. She's been noticing boys for, like, a while. (She doesn't have the date noted in Inscrutable Cipher like Bella, but it's definitely been a while.) It's just that until he had to give that report in week two of American History she didn't hear him talk very much.

Mmmmmmmmmmm British accent. There's probably kinds. She can't identify this one and doesn't care, they're all yummy. He's yummy. Yum. She's going to have to talk to him at lunch, or something, if she can get him off by himself. Maybe Bella will help.

Andi scopes out the situation around Ethan Rayne, He Of The Hot Accent, at lunch.

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[palmofyourhand]

There he is! Sitting very nearly by himself, tucked into a corner of the room.

[aeskhyne]

The boy sitting beside him is also the reason no one else is sitting anywhere near them, beyond just the fact that they picked a small table and he is sprawled so low in his chair that he can kick (and indeed is kicking) the empty chairs at the next table over. He has one elbow propped on the back of his chair to hold his head up while he gazes adoringly at the much more upright Ethan.

[pandion]

Hmm. Andi can work with this! She has a secret weapon.

[instar]

Andi's secret weapon rolls her eyes, but agrees to go with her to their table.

She plops down in the chair Ethan's friend is kicking. "Apparently," she says, "I'm supposed to distract you."

[pandion]

Andi, meanwhile, sits next to Ethan. "Hi! I liked your report."

(She remembers absolutely nothing about the content of the report, but she sure liked it.)

[aeskhyne]

Ethan's friend wriggles in his chair, ceases to kick the one Bella now occupies, hooks an ankle around it instead, and drags his own chair closer and himself more fully into it until he is slouching next to Bella facing into her table instead of sprawling next to Ethan facing out of his.

"What was that?" he says, cocking his head. "Kinda loud in here."

[palmofyourhand]

"Did you now," says Ethan.

[pandion]

"Yeah. I think we maybe had math together last year? Something, anyway. Something without reports though."

[instar]

"I said, apparently, I'm supposed to distract you."

[aeskhyne]

"Well, that's adorable," says Ethan's friend, sitting up straighter with a little shake of his shoulders and tipping his head toward Bella to better display his grin.

[palmofyourhand]

"Hmm - math, yes," says Ethan. "Sounds about right. You sat by the window and your compass had that little—" He makes a fluffy wiggly sort of gesture with his fingers.

[pandion]

"Yeah, it was supposed to be a pencil topper," says Andi, "but then you can't erase anything, so."

[instar]

Bella shrugs. "My sister shares a school with a symmetrically-featured British dude, and I didn't have anything better to do."

[aeskhyne]

"He's gonna break her hea~aaart," hums the friend. "Just like he broke mine. Well." He flashes a quick grin. "Maybe not just like."

[palmofyourhand]

"Ingenious," says Ethan.

[pandion]

"Uh, I don't know if you remember my name? I'm Andi - Alexandra but it's Andi - Swan."

[instar]

"Should I be passing along dire warnings?"

[aeskhyne]

"Oooh, but where would be the fun in that?"

[palmofyourhand]

"Ethan Rayne," he says. "Pleasure."

[instar]

"I have the overwhelming majority of fun when I'm not comforting a heartbroken twin."

[pandion]

Andi giggles. "I know that. I have to do my report next week," she adds. "Any tips on not being, like, terrified because public speaking? They say people fear public speaking more than they fear death, I dunno about that but it's competitive with my fear of, like, falling out of bed and breaking my nose on my desk or something."

[palmofyourhand]

"Picture your audience in their underwear, isn't that the traditional advice?"

[aeskhyne]

"In that case," says Ethan's friend, "you should probably grab her and run."

[pandion]

Andi giggles again. "It is, I just don't know why it's supposed to help!"

[instar]

Bella casts a suspicious glance in Ethan's direction. "Why? What's wrong with him? What would he do?"