[1v1] When Little Creeple Fight (Jove/Matthias)

[Seussi]

At some point sitting with somebody without actually conversing might have gotten awkward, but Mathias still felt strangely comfortable as he moved his arms, his hands resting palm down on the floor behind him so that he could lean back on them, his wings puffing up and then settling back down. The snort from the boil was received with another grin, this time a slightly crooked one, but still flashing small fangs.

"So you are ghost, ja?" That much he had figured out for himself, or at least, he hoped he had gotten that part right. "Do you have name? I am called Mathias."

Even if the other boil couldn't, or perhaps wouldn't talk to him, he could communicate with him in some other way.  

[Grey Dragon]

The pup nodded. He didn't have to ask to know his companion was a monster, although he wasn't familiar at all with the exact species... Then again, how long had it been before he learned his own brother was a gryphon? And it really made no difference to the pup what species his peers were. Students were students.

His good ear perked up again as he realized they hadn't had proper introductions at all yet! They had fought, and that was a good informal greeting, but a proper gentleman had to be able to give a proper introduction.

"Jove," He said softly, his own accent audible in the near-whisper. He held out a hand to shake.

Then paused, and regarded his hand with some confusion. Some blood was wiped off on his pants before being held out once again in greeting.  

[Seussi]

Mathias actually blinked a little in surprise when the ghost boil actually spoke, though in hushed and barely audible tones. His ears swiveled towards the sound, and he leaned forward, lifting up a hand to point with one black claw. "Aha! So you do talk!" He probably shouldn't have just blurted out such a statement, and directly after when he realized his error, he gave the other boil an apologetic look.

"Entschuldigung. I am sorry I did not mean to sound....vut is vord? Auch" He made a frustrated noise, reaching up to scratch at his head with a claw, before noticing the outstretched hand before him, and the flash of blood as well.

Not really too bothered by it, he reached out to take Jove's hand in a firm grip for a handshake, beaming at him. "Vas gut fight nah? Vill have to do it again vhen you are less...beat up? Vould prefer to see you at better strength!"

Grey Dragon

 

[Grey Dragon]

For once Jove was not inclined to hold a grudge. Usually comments about his speaking, or lack thereof, were enough to set him on edge, but he was probably just too tired to take offence. That and the fight had been fun, and it's hard to hold onto such negativity after engaging in mutual beating up with a new acquaintance.

Even if he still had some feathers ruffled it all would have been set straight by the other boil's interesting apology. Nah, this snot was okay.

The pup nodded, once he had entirely recovered he would offer up another challenge. It was a promise. And for once he would even allow himself time to rest up, after some good and thorough naps he would be right as rain. Jove's return handshake was firm and enthusiastic at first, and then... he flopped backwards.  

[Seussi]

He was glad to see that the other boil, Jove, did not appear to be holding a grudge over the match up, and he grinned wide enough to show off his fangs, which still had quite a bit of growing to do to be proper wolpertinger length. When his hand was released, and the ghost flopped back on the ground, Mathias shrugged.

And joined him on the floor with a flop of his own.

"I vill be looking forward to it." He mumbled, as he stared up at the gymnasium ceiling, ears twitching above his head. He was absolutely exhausted himself.

"Are ve allowed to nap in here?" It was only a half serious question, more meant as a joke then anything.

Grey Dragon