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"That really doesn't tell me anything." Not that Persi actually expected a response to the complaint, with how wonderfully informative the guy had been so far and all. "If I get yelled at for being up here, I'm blaming you." Not that Persi cared all that much if he was yelled at, really... unless it was by Andrea, and really, considering how the last time he'd blamed something on someone else (even if it was entirely Cafas's fault that he punched Persi) she'd ended up claiming that her boyfriend was a pig, Persi thought it was probably better to just let her be upset with him. It ended with less insanity, at least.

Gah. What, was everyone in this place secretly an ice sculpture? The guy seemed like he was enjoying the cold. Persi, on the other hand, was distinctly not, and had his arms wrapped around himself almost as soon as he was outside. He would be glad he had long sleeves on, but they honestly didn't seem to be doing much good.

"Woods?" Persi's irritated expression went back to bewilderment. "Uh, not really? I could?" Persi was pretty sure the last time he'd gone he'd spent most of his time sitting in a pine tree drawing. Or that might have been the time before, and the last time he'd just climbed trees. They kind of blurred together. And why in Heaven would some random guy be asking if he wanted to talk about it? If this guy was some sort of spy, he was horribly incompetent. He couldn't have picked a less useful person or a less useful topic if he'd tried.

Although, he was doing decently on the torture thing, with as cold as it was up here. Persi shivered as a breeze somehow managed to go the opposite direction most were and hit his spine. "What happened? What are you talking--" Persi glanced down, just to be sure the guy wasn't actually pointing at a two-foot-tall ghost in front of him or something, and finally figured it out. The guy was pointing at his arms. "Oh. Um, that wasn't the most recent... nevermind." That probably wasn't a detail that actually needed to be corrected. On the other hand, what was Persi supposed to be explaining? 'What happened' was not very clear. "Um, why? I'm pretty sure you can ask literally anyone in this building and they can tell you, and you obviously have or you wouldn't know to ask me...." Whatever it was he was trying to ask, anyway. "Do we have to be outside? It's freezing."

Persi probably should be learning to dread his room.

Entirely apart from the awkwardness that being anywhere near Aiden caused, there were the perpetual phoenix attacks. Why exactly the bird always attacked their room, and Persi's bed, and why it only ever attacked when only Aiden was around, Persi had no idea. It was, however, becoming a disturbingly common event for Persi to have to drag Aiden and at times the bird as well down to the infirmary. Which had at least had the effect of making them stop staring at him like the expected him to be the one hurt.... Which was the most logical reason for Persi to actually have started to become weirdly used to the phoenix attacks and not overly bothered by them.

Still, they were attacks that tended to end in infirmary visits, when he heard a crash from the direction of his room (and therefore almost certainly his room, because where else would it be, really?) he hurried. It didn't sound quite like the fire extinguisher, but that probably just meant the phoenix had found a new way to destroy things.

Once Persi actually got near the room, he stopped, blinked, and then continued much more slowly until he was within speaking range of whoever it was standing in the... was it still a doorway if it lacked a door? Anyway. Random guy standing in the doorway, with an apparently broken door. "Who are you?"

It really ought to be disturbing that Persi was getting used to this.

Huh. That made them the same age, didn't it? At least until one of them had a birthday. Probably Aiden, with as recent as Persi's had been. Still, for now they were the same age, which did not make a very encouraging comparison. Aiden was--apparently--now an official hero, and Persi was... nothing worth keeping around. Annoying and immature and weak and... supposed to be actually having a conversation, so maybe he shouldn't be thinking about that now. "Normal people aren't always annoying, they do good things to make up for it." Not that annoying was actually the point that mattered, but since it had come up.... "And you always complained about meeting Cafas." When he said anything, anyway, which was not particularly often, at least around Persi.


Well, no, not everyone had to do big fancy things, but not everyone had to make up for doing horrible things either, so that was kind of beside the point. "Fancy things aren't... I mean, I don't do them either, but I don't do anything. Good," Persi clarified, because who knew if Aiden was the type to point out that Persi breathed or drew or whatever. "I don't do anything good. And I do do bad things so I shouldn't."

"Why should I? People are idiots." People in general, really, but if the brat chose to interpret it as referring to himself, that was fine too. "I don't care what they think, and they don't care what I think. Why should I bother talking to them?" A little more detail than he'd normally give the brat, but whatever; it was all pretty obvious anyway.

"What I can't figure out is why you keep showing up and annoying me. It's not like I'm going to follow you if you just go away like I've been saying." Admittedly, Persi probably could keep annoying the brag without technically following him with his mutation, but he didn't care enough to bother. Who knew if whatever the brat was thinking was even annoying anyway? "Most people figure out fairly quickly that if they don't like a person, it's possible to not follow that person around."

"Um...." Persi tried, vaguely, to pull his hand back and pick up Andrea's magazine for her when she dropped it, but it wasn't very effective. If he even got around to it before she moved his sleeve and he froze completely again. Maybe... maybe she wasn't looking from the right angle and she wouldn't notice the scars from what he'd cut? The cross didn't start right at his wrist, and there were burns on the back of his hand too, she could be looking at those....

Andrea might be trying to look at his eyes, but Persi was far too busy staring at the floor to notice. "Um...." He couldn't lie, could he? Lying was wrong, to start with, and Andrea was nice; Persi didn't want to lie to her. But he also didn't want to upset her--more--but then he couldn't think of any lie that would be at all believable anyway. Everyone else he'd just told varying amounts of the truth. "Not... really... sort of?" Persi counted as someone, right? Please just stop asking, you don't want to know anyway....

Jingle bells "I'm already sick of it." jingle bells "All that's worked so far is" jingling all the way! "getting something else stuck instead." Oh what fun "I should probably pick something though." it is to ride "Jingle bells isn't really good." in a one-horse open sleigh!

"Huh." Jingle bells! It took Persi a moment Jingle bells! to figure out what Aiden Jingle all had said the way! but it was surprisingly simple Oh what fun once he did. It is to ride, in a one-horse open sleigh! "After it cooks?" Most things Jingle bells cooled fairly quickly jingle bells to Persi's knowledge, jingle all especially while the way! they were being stirred. Oh what fun Which would it is to ride make the butter kind of in a one-horse difficult to stir in. open sleigh! Jingle bells! Unless it was really hot Jingle bells! to start out with, Jingle all the way! maybe?

Oh what fun Persi automatically reached when Aiden did, it is and picked up to ride the other spoon. in a one-horse open sleigh! It was not remotely necessary, Jingle bells! though, Jingle bells! so he started flipping it Jingle all the way! between his fingers instead.