[b]DONOVAN HORSKA[/b]

Donovan was worried for a second there. The girl didn’t seem impressed, offended even. He prepared for the worst which, coming from a girl who could transform into a deadly predator and probably maul him with a wave of her paw, was bound to be really fucking bad. Thankfully his heart was put at ease, figuratively and literally, as the girl seemed to give in to her animal instincts and take the bait. Donovan immediately rolled off of Glasses and lay in the grass next to him. Ah, now that was much better. No weird lumps to elbow in this well-kept lawn.

He rested as the girl played with the string. He was bloody exhausted after that emotional rollercoaster. A puma-girl, losing his powers, a nerd just straight up flipping out, all within a few minutes of each other. Guess that was magic school for you. His heart was still racing from when his powers shut down. He placed his hand on his chest, noticing that Glasses’ imposed sigil was fading while his own rune was slowly regaining its usual gleam. Donovan frowned at the memory. He actually felt scared. Scared. That was a foreign feeling. From flying fists to horror movies to homework stress, nothing had ever triggered as big a reaction as what just happened. It was … unnerving. If he could help it, Donovan would try to never feel like that again. It was fucking awful.

His eyes narrowed in annoyance as he remembered who exactly caused all this. The loser who was still groaning from the ordeal, looking around for his glasses while nursing the area that Don elbowed (he still wasn’t sorry). This wimp somehow managed to make him feel so pathetic. He glared at the unfittingly cheerful looking sky. This didn’t go the way he wanted at all. He was supposed to measure himself against all these magical folks, prove that he was top dog even among all these magic users. He wasn’t supposed to get flattened by a jungle animal or get psyched out by this pathetic excuse for a man. How was he supposed to know that Glasses would flip out when he had his shit stolen? Hadn’t he ever had a friend steal some of his fries before? That is to say, if that loser even had friends. Or ate fries. Donovan bet that the nerd was on one of those shitty vegan diets, the ones that kept count of his calorie intake and shit. The point was, if he knew that taking his stuff would cause such a fierce reaction … well let’s be honest, he would have done it anyway.

Donovan was really itching to finish what he started. But he couldn’t do it while the threat of getting squashed again was playing with string in such close proximity. He valued having intact limbs too much. His egotism was returning gradually with every passing second as his powers came back. He felt the aura return, felt safe in it. Felt a lot cockier too. And while he wasn’t brash enough to pick another fight with puma girl there, he still wanted to get one last dig in. He made sure to disguise his tone, taking advantage of the language barrier to make sure that he didn’t piss off the girl. He turned his head to see the girl returning the string to Glasses as some sort of friendship offering. God, it looked like it was ripped straight out of one of those cheesy depressing movies where the dog dies. If today’s sudden flux of emotion didn’t make him throw up, this was certainly going to. Donovan shook himself out of his snarky thoughts and back to the matter at hand.

[color=f26522]“Oi Glasses~”[/color] he exclaimed in a friendly tone that did not at all complement the content of his words, [color=f26522]“Fuck with my magic again and your face is gonna look a lot more like that precious string of yours!”[/color]

Did he get the message across clearly enough?

[color=f26522]“I mean I’m gonna break your fucking nose. Just so we’re clear.”[/color]

[@January]