"Not used to cussing, yeah? Well you'll learn the bad habit along with the rest of us," Jake said, pulling off his socks. "Soon you'll be saying fuck and shite and all the rest like a pro. Maybe even invent a few new ones and if you do, let me know. I enjoy cursing especially when things go wrong."
Jake stood up and rummaged around his locker for a towel. He sniffed it, then wrinkled his nose and threw it into the same receptacle as his robes had gone into. He walked by Lorcan, searching for a clean towel.
"First month. Shite, first year and if you don't cry at least once you deserve to be awarded a big set of brass balls," Jake murmured. "After the first month I was crying like a little baby I was so fucking tired."