Blame France

[Hector Prince]

Hector glared despite his confusion at Michaud's words, and moved as if he could somehow buck the other boy off of him. "Get off, you freak."

  

[Tristan Michaud]

Tristan couldn't help an audible gasp of pleasure at the sensation that came from Hectors bucking. He immediately scrambled off the other boy and stood to the side. "Toffer."

Toffer: A superior whore

  

[Hector Prince]

Hector got to his feet and straightened his robes with as much dignity as he could manage, glaring at the other boy. "Barber's chair."

Barber's chair: easy/loose; basically the whole 'town bicycle' type insult

  

[Tristan Michaud]

Tristan rolled his eyes. "Tu es completement débile," he muttered as he straightened himself out. "Why are you still here?" He asked as he freed his curls from his ponytail since it was all messed up anyway.

Tu es completement débile - You're a complete moron in ze french

  

[Hector Prince]

Simple: because leaving felt a lot like retreating. "You're the idiot," he hissed, turning indignantly and stalking back towards his own yard.

  

[Tristan Michaud]

"Oh yes, prime prefect material right there," Tristan muttered as he followed after the other boy with the sole intention of locking the gate to the back yard. Raz would be coming by floo, anyway. "Well, it was great to be assaulted by you but next time you attack me in my own yard, I'll hit you with an arrow."

  

[Hector Prince]

Hector made a rude gesture and continued into his house, intent on sulking for a good long while. Michaud was always so weird as well as being infuriating.

  

[Tristan Michaud]

"Get bit," Tristan hollered, not caring who heard him since it wasn't like anyone would know what the hell he was talking about. Locking the gate, he stalked into his own house, impatient for his lover to get there so he could rant.

  

[Hector Prince]

With a loud frustrated growl, Hector shot an instant scalping hex over the fence before storming into his house and slamming the door behind him.