


Louis nodded, doing his best to resist rolling his eyes in pained exaggeration. “I’ll see you soon?” his mother asked before she exited, voice teetering on the brink of frailt y. Seriously-why the fuck was everything gold? It’s Uni, not Versailles. “When it involves public perception.”Ĭentury suite at school. “Your f ather cert ainl y has a kna ck for t he mos t ‘sh owy’ of choi ces.” Pau se. “It’s…it ’s something,” she breathes in a low tone, and L ouis doesn’t miss the bitterness that li es just below the surf ace. It’s a bit much, innit?” Louis remarks offhandedly, hands in pockets. Mostly solid.) “Oh my god,” comes the stunned voice from the door, and Louis turns to see his mum gaping at their surroundings, eyes scrambling to take it all in. Not to mention morals and a solid work-ethic.) (Well. (Excluding impeccable style, grace, and a full personality. Not that Lo uis possesses anything these lit tle Midas-es would w ant. One could, quite literall y, just throw a l eg over a nd they’ d be ins ide hi s fl at. His windows are incredibly low set, providing easy entry for any entitl ed shit-faced intruder to hop in w ithout any difficult y w hatsoever. His room sits on the ground, he once again notes with distaste. F eeling a bit poetic (this is, after all, the opening scene to his tragedy) he sashays to the window, peering out at the ancient buildings entwined with ivy, settled in the vibrant green grass before him. With a plonk that seems at odds with the fine setting, Louis drops his armful of bags and bits, sighing dramatic ally as he surveys his surroundings. And “keeping it in check” is just something Louis does not do. His mother always said his fiery tongue would be his downfall, were he not able to keep it in check. (N o, he hasn’t met said flatm ate yet, and no, he doesn’t need to in order to form judgment.) Louis has never been equipped to handle these situations with much grace. Friends, if anything), he’s now contractually obligated to share HIS space with some pretentious twat who shits money and plays a pretty game of thinly veiled superiorit y.
