It's called bein' open-minded, oh my God. You can't just tell somebody their gross thing is gross. You're the guy with shoe-sniffin' on the brain, you should understand.
Shoe sniffing as a means of eliciting disgust is not even remotely- No. I was challenging you to perform a mildly embarrassing feat in the nature and spirit of a children's game. Can we perhaps return to that topic? I promise that nothing I ask is sexual in nature.
Sadly, it does not. While getting thrown out of the Circle is hardly the highlight of my life, I'm not going to feel shame for winning fights against boys three years older than myself.
No, is fifteen childhood? Likely not. That would make the most embarrassing memories the times my mother dragged me around by my ear in public. 'We don't say things like that to a Magister, Dorian.' 'We don't eat our soup with a fork, Dorian.' 'We don't show weakness by screaming when the guest of honor kills a would-be assassin, Dorian.'
She was right about all of them. Very humiliating. Sometimes even when I know she's thousands of miles away I expect her to come up behind me, grab my left ear lobe, and march me out of the party.
Yeah, I get that. My ma was hard on me too. I dunno if gettin' thrown out of a "Circle" is like gettin' thrown outta the girl scouts, but trust me, she was P.O.'d!
They're likely quite similar, I imagine. What were you thrown out for? I met a girl once who was thrown out for spilling ink on the Senior Enchanter's prize collection.
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I pick truth when you get to my turn, incidentally.
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Extra points if it involves life in the boys' dormitory.
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No, is fifteen childhood? Likely not. That would make the most embarrassing memories the times my mother dragged me around by my ear in public. 'We don't say things like that to a Magister, Dorian.' 'We don't eat our soup with a fork, Dorian.' 'We don't show weakness by screaming when the guest of honor kills a would-be assassin, Dorian.'
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Except for the poor, poor cookies. No one ever thinks of the cookies.