[b]Jonathan Maxwell - Courtyard of Saint Valerius[/b]

Jonathan's pale eyes lit up behind his slightly crooked glasses, lighting on his rapidly approaching guardian with undisguised glee. He leaned back onto his elbows as he let his gaze wander down to the Knight's unscuffed shoes, marveling to himself that the slightly younger man hadn't got them dirty in the slightest, barely hearing the utterly standard greeting that Cyrus tossed his way. 

[b]"Afternoon, Cyrus~."[/b] Jon responded, letting his words trail off in a seemingly mocking sing-song tone, surrendering his concentration to muse on his newly acquired companion.

He honestly couldn't recall a time when the dark-haired boy had smiled, despite the few weeks he'd known him. Always with the stony stoicism and judgmental gaze, followed up by a 'Sir' that was more obviously an insult than a compliment. A man who's fairly androgynous face was constantly marred with some varying degrees of a scowl.

Jon again snorted quietly to himself, turning back to his relaxation. 

[i]If he loosened up, he would be [b]such[/b] fun.[/i]

His sly smile returned, spreading over the rich noble's face like overly-sweet syrup. Jon fell back against the ground once more, letting himself melt into the refreshing feeling of the freshly pruned grass. 

[i]Then perhaps some... loosening should be implemented?[/i]
 
[b]"Care to join me?"[/b] The young man's voice drifted lazily up to his Knight, patting the cool grass next to him.