"Think we did something? We did do something, silly. We kissed. However quick and gentle it was, you still kissed me. I can't believe you kissed me, it's really rather scandalous. If this got out, the school would erupt with gossip, especially as you're technically in a relationship-- relax, my lips are sealed. I don't kiss and tell-- I don't usually fucking kiss people. You were my first when we first started fooling around. It's literally just you and Sylvan," he shrugged to himself, not feeling any need to be embarrassed by his lack of kissing experience. He was perfectly happy with kissing who he liked, and not wasting a good kiss on someone he wasn't serious about. If that meant he rarely kissed anyone, so be it.
Despite his teasing, he did wave his hand to let the other know he could slip away, having already slid under the covers to get some shut-eye before classes in the morning. Hungover and running on 4 hours sleep wasn't the best combination, but skipping class wasn't an option. He could miss breakfast -given he didn't really eat anyway- but skipping class was a big no-no. The last time he did, his father was informed and he received the biggest row of his life. Dealing with his father's anger was easily the worst thing imaginable to Brennan, so avoiding that was obviously a wise decision.
Even though he didn't need to eat, he still showed up in the dining hall, sliding into a seat opposite Rene and Percival. He normally would have acted a little cocky with Rene given their kiss just hours prior, but he wasn't really in the mood to do so. With dark rings under his eyes, his skin paler than normal and his hair still messy from rolling out of bed, he was too much of a mess to care about teasing Rene at the moment. That said, he did offer the two a lazy grin as he poured out blood from a container into a glass; a sight that made Percy feel queasy.
"...You two are friends again, then," the human began cautiously, frowning at Brennan. "...I don't think you should punch people, and I don't think Rene should have forgiven you--"
"Well, he has, so it's over. Quit dragging up the past, man," he yawned back at him, rolling his eyes tiredly. "...Sylvan will be down in a minute, he's fixing his makeup or whatever. He's got to look 'perfect'. I think he looks perfect without all that, but it's his thing, y'know?"