|neo the baby slayer. (phonomania) wrote in nevermore_logs,|
@ 2013-02-02 14:30:00
|Entry tags:||achilles, neoptolemus|
Why Neoptolemus continued to attend high school, he didn't know. If he could be honest about it, it was just something to pass the time. He'd never been a person with goals for life. There had been no ambitions for war, not when he was in Scyros, yet upon being brought into it, he knew he was meant for something great. After all, why wouldn't a son try to outdo his father's legacy?
But more often than not, the teenage monster was perfectly alright with sitting idle. Not everything was meant to be a fantasy roleplaying game. High school wasn't his ideal place to be, but it wasn't the worst. Really, there were far more terrible places to be. Like juvie, for instance.
He'd walked out before the school bell rang to signal the end of last period. His teacher had become used to his indifference, yet still she offered him that look of disdain upon his leaving the classroom with his backpack in tow. The famous 'you're not coming back, are you' look was something to look forward to.
Hand shoved deep into the pocket of the skimpiest leather jacket on this side of Manhattan, Achilles' heartless son angled himself away from the main doors and onto the sidewalk. Just because he attended high school didn't mean he had to give a shit about it.