[ there are a thousand ways to make your mark in a school and fiyero's happens to be getting expelled. which means he's trying out a new school that his father insists on. one that he's bored at already, one that he's already found the heart of its drama and plucked it to life - nudging upperclassmen to throw parties, for sororities to open their doors after hours, for the sneaking of liquor into dorm rooms.

but oddly, fiyero's grades are exceptional. well, except for one of his communications classes - one that requires great detail and chronicling and organization. they require group projects, too, which is even worse. group projects means he has to work with some semblance of responsibility all the while trying to look like a slacker. it's very difficult, very annoying.

he's just arrived for his third session with a pink-haired boy named koby and they're tucked in one of the library study rooms in the far back some time after dinner. the library has quieted down, thankfully, and it's given them the freedom to roam and find more sources for their cataloguing project.

fiyero, true to form, is leaning high on the table, elbow propped, chin in his hand, sitting impossibly close to koby to watch him work. ]

You do realized that chewing on your lips like that gives a guy the wrong impression, right? [ a winning, sparkling grin. ] Someone's going to walk right up and kiss you one of these days, or ask you out to get a taste of them on their own.

[ and whoops - is that fiyero being too forward when he reaches to brush a thumb across his bottom lip? sure is. ] See?