"Rude! I don't - I'm not constantly trying to hang with greenbloods," you protest, appalled and laughing despite that. "What does that even mean? I just - Sipa, I don't want to get robbed!"
"Or culled!" Hang out with your own caste, and suddenly you're one of the wealthiest people in the room: if people aren't chasing you to buy them drinks, they're trying to size you up as a target. And highbloods.. well.
Even at your drunkest, you're not quite daft enough to try and party with them.
You lean against the wall - not just because she told you to, but because you feel like you're going to fall over, and you'd rather not have OA come out to you sprawled across the pavement. You can't read them very well, but you suspect they'd just leave you.
Sipara's mocking you, but it's a familiar game between the two of you, and the role of the offended ponce is an easy one to fall into. "I don't sound like that," you sniff. "And - and - you're making it sound terrible, but it's not like it's untrue, is it? They're -"
Shit. You can't remember if you're meant to count your own caste or not, and it makes you pause. "Well! They're only three or four castes above us. And you've said worse! It's nothing against them personally, and, and besides -" you say, teasing, "you're one to talk! Are we still pretending you're not - haah - fooling around with poor Boopis?"
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"Or culled!" Hang out with your own caste, and suddenly you're one of the wealthiest people in the room: if people aren't chasing you to buy them drinks, they're trying to size you up as a target. And highbloods.. well.
Even at your drunkest, you're not quite daft enough to try and party with them.
You lean against the wall - not just because she told you to, but because you feel like you're going to fall over, and you'd rather not have OA come out to you sprawled across the pavement. You can't read them very well, but you suspect they'd just leave you.
Sipara's mocking you, but it's a familiar game between the two of you, and the role of the offended ponce is an easy one to fall into. "I don't sound like that," you sniff. "And - and - you're making it sound terrible, but it's not like it's untrue, is it? They're -"
Shit. You can't remember if you're meant to count your own caste or not, and it makes you pause. "Well! They're only three or four castes above us. And you've said worse! It's nothing against them personally, and, and besides -" you say, teasing, "you're one to talk! Are we still pretending you're not - haah - fooling around with poor Boopis?"