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

Jon's face turned to one of passive acceptance at the sound of Cyrus' "lecturing" voice.

[b]"Oh don't worry about it~."[/b] The rather annoying tone returned as Jon brushed off Cyrus' lecture, waving his hand dismissively. He'd heard it several times before, and the content hadn't changed in the slightest. Always 'Do this' or 'don't do that'. It was like the dark-haired boy was broken record, stuck repeating the same phrases over and over. 

[i]Or like a rather angry parrot.[/i]

[b]"I'm [i]sure[/i] that someone who wants to attack me will do it in [i]broad[/i] daylight, in the middle of a heavily guarded school."[/b] The young man's voice was sarcastic and playful, ignoring the pointed comment at the end of the lecture(As usual). [b]"Really, Cyrus, it's like you don't like having fun."[/b]

Jon shook his head, still laughing quietly to himself at his own joke. He glanced again at Cyrus, watching the other man's forehead crease in obvious signs of frustration and annoyance. He really needed to learn how to joke. 

[i]...Maybe he needed a little help?[/i]

The blonde boy's arms snaked out, closing the distance between the two with startling speed, carelessly disregarding personal boundaries as he placed two hands on either side of Cyrus' head. Still grinning like a madman, thumbs pushed on either side of Cyrus' lips, forcing a sort of 'smile', unwillingly exposing teeth. Jon's resulting laughter was accompanied by a short sentence, said in pure honesty.

[b]"See, smile! It'll make everything be better.'[/b]