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

The young man's broad grin only grew wider at his Knight's apparent discomfort, whistling softly through his teeth as the other boy's face turned into the signature frown that colored all of the duo's interactions. He simply couldn't resist another snarky comment, barely holding back laughter at Cyrus' crimson-tinged face.

[b]"Aw, that's no fun. What are we, if not friends?"[/b]

As if to save the poor man from further teasing, the calm and collected voice of Ken cut through the air, alerting Cyrus' tormentor to his friend's arivall.The pale eyes, parcially concealed behind the thickly framed glasses, lit up with delight at the sight of his friend coming to meet them. 

[b]"Ken!"[/b]

He raised his hand in greeting, saving his words until the other noble and his knight finally approached, quite happy to listen to the other noble

Without getting up, Jon patted the grass on the opposite side from Cyrus, waving his other hand dismissively. [b]"It's fine, it's fine. Ice-cream sounds good, too."[/b] The dignified young man was a good friend and an old one. He'd be excused for the apparent rudeness of being late, if only due to lack of care on Jon's part. 

[b]"Anyway!"[/b] Much like his previous conversation with Cyrus, Jon ignored what he felt he didn't need to hear(All of Ken's gracious offers, the other young noble was always saying polite things). [b]"Come, sit! I've got an idea for what to do with the rest of our break~! And it requires but a small portion of your time."[/b]

Jon's sly smile changed into something seemingly nicer, a charming one that he reserved for asking favors and convincing others that he was innocent of whatever he was accused of.

[b]"It'll be awesome."[/b]