The sheer cacophony of noise and action in the lunchroom made it extremely difficult for Miles to enjoy his meal and was glad when the guests started calming down. Cutting off a piece of his steak Miles took a bite before looking up and across the table at his sparrow masked lunch companion.
She didn't have the curves that Miles usually looked for in a companion, but she seemed very eager to join him at the time the way she went at him with a knife, so felt obliged to let her. The sparrow lady was currently tied to the chair by Miles' neck tie and was pinned to the table by her lapel with a fork going through it, an untouched meal waiting in front of her.
Seeing that her and all the other masked students were breaking out of what ever trance they were in Miles gently removed the fork, placing in beside the plate and untied the sparrow from the chair.
"I am dreadfully sorry about all this, you simply wouldn't sit still to enjoy the meal and I really didn't want to hurt a maiden as lovely as yourself, sparrows are actually in my top 5 favourite animals after all. So I sat you down so we could enjoy having lunch together, oh let me get that for you," gently taking off the mask Miles was suitably impressed, lovely blue eyes staring back and wavy blonde hair going down to her neck. With a sigh Miles took her hand and wrote down his number on it.
"If you ever wish to continue this, just call this number. Don't worry about paying for lunch, it's on me." taking his plate Miles stepped in between all of the bodies that littered the floor, doing his best to avoid getting blood on his shoes before placing it by the kitchen.
Turning around Miles saw the mess that was left after the masked party. People on the ground bleeding, the masked being the majority, "Well I imagine a masked ball would induce PTSD in some students." looking about he spied Donna across the room having words with what looked like an second year holding a scythe. Calling out Miles gracefully stepped between the bodies on the floor, trying his best to keep his clothes clean.
"Miss Donna! Good to see you again, I do hope that the year has treated you well!" a brief image of Donna's neck snapping in his hands flashed through his mind before he shook his head I am a gentleman and a gentleman does not go snapping a young lady's neck! Or punching her teeth out or throwing her out windows!
She didn't have the curves that Miles usually looked for in a companion, but she seemed very eager to join him at the time the way she went at him with a knife, so felt obliged to let her. The sparrow lady was currently tied to the chair by Miles' neck tie and was pinned to the table by her lapel with a fork going through it, an untouched meal waiting in front of her.
Seeing that her and all the other masked students were breaking out of what ever trance they were in Miles gently removed the fork, placing in beside the plate and untied the sparrow from the chair.
"I am dreadfully sorry about all this, you simply wouldn't sit still to enjoy the meal and I really didn't want to hurt a maiden as lovely as yourself, sparrows are actually in my top 5 favourite animals after all. So I sat you down so we could enjoy having lunch together, oh let me get that for you," gently taking off the mask Miles was suitably impressed, lovely blue eyes staring back and wavy blonde hair going down to her neck. With a sigh Miles took her hand and wrote down his number on it.
"If you ever wish to continue this, just call this number. Don't worry about paying for lunch, it's on me." taking his plate Miles stepped in between all of the bodies that littered the floor, doing his best to avoid getting blood on his shoes before placing it by the kitchen.
Turning around Miles saw the mess that was left after the masked party. People on the ground bleeding, the masked being the majority, "Well I imagine a masked ball would induce PTSD in some students." looking about he spied Donna across the room having words with what looked like an second year holding a scythe. Calling out Miles gracefully stepped between the bodies on the floor, trying his best to keep his clothes clean.
"Miss Donna! Good to see you again, I do hope that the year has treated you well!" a brief image of Donna's neck snapping in his hands flashed through his mind before he shook his head I am a gentleman and a gentleman does not go snapping a young lady's neck! Or punching her teeth out or throwing her out windows!