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Post by Jay on Jun 14, 2008 11:53:21 GMT -5
Gabriel nodded, he considered attempting another smile, but he refrained himself, knowing full well the consequences of smiling. At least the consequences he got from them, which more often than not involved bizarre looks and people yelling at him to stop it. ”If it’ll make you feel better, yeah. I’m cool with that.” He drummed his fingers on the side of his now-empty juice box “Company will be a nice change.” That was essentially a lie, but he tried to convince himself that being social every now and again might actually be good for him. “Nice change.” He repeated under his breath, unaware that he’d done so.
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Post by i n k on Jun 14, 2008 17:02:11 GMT -5
DON'T STOP, DON'T STOP THE BEAT[ As if on cue, the bell rang, three tolls of perfect automated syncopation, loud and echoing in the cafeteria. Zander jumped slightly, casting a weary glance towards the window. The rain was lessening a tiny bit.
"I...I guess we better be going, then."
His mind looked for an umbrella- they didn't exist. ]CAN'T [ca-ca-can't[ CONTROL MY FEET.
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Post by Jay on Jun 14, 2008 17:19:31 GMT -5
“Yeah, ‘spose so.” Gabriel said, he tossed his juice box into the plastic bag and stood up, slowly. He noticed Zander’s Jump and tried to make himself sound comforting “It’ll be okay, don’t worry. Sorry about the lack of umbrella though… I’d be happy to jack one from a freshman… but… no.” he shook his head. “It’ll be fine.”
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Post by i n k on Jun 15, 2008 13:15:23 GMT -5
DOCTOR, AH, DOCTOR- I'VE GOT AN EMERGENCY... The pair stalked slowly towards the cafeteria's exit, bags swinging from their fist or side, one patter of feet elegant and lengthy, the other slightly timmid and tripping. Zander glanced towards the hot lunch line- he could probably manage to ballance a plastic tray on his horns, using the dents, but what would Gabe do?
His thoughts were interrupted by a small girl who jutted into his path, cutting off both of the boys. "I don't need this." She shoved a large, pink umbrella into Zander's hands. "Also, I love you."
She ran off, tripping over her flip-flops and pigtails.
Zander and Gabe stared blankly at eachother.
"Do you know her?" Zander asked.
"No. Was she talking to me or you?"
"I have no idea. But at least we'll stay dry." IT SEEMS I'M HEAD OVER HEELS, A CASE OF L-O-V-E.
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Post by Jay on Jun 15, 2008 19:55:45 GMT -5
Gabriel snatched the umbrella from Zander’s hands. After earning what could definitely be described as a threatening glare from the other, he simply shrugged. “I’m taller.” He stated simply. He stepped outside and opened it, for the first time noticing it’s colour. “So pretty” he said sarcastically.” He turned to Zander who seemed more than grateful for the protection from the rain. ”So you sure you didn’t know her?” he asked, still internally baffled at the actions of the admittedly kind girl who’d blessed them with their new umbrella.
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Post by i n k on Jun 15, 2008 20:03:27 GMT -5
AMERICANS, WHAT, NOTHING BETTER TO DO? The rain sounded like bullets against the plasticky surface above them; Zander watched the drops fall about, smacking the already soaking concrete with forceful HAs of sound. He shrugged. "She might be in one of my classes or something, but I'm not familiar with her." He looked up at Gabe; "She was probably a fan of yours, dude." He grinned. "I'm not much of a jewel to the ladies."
Other students ran past them, covering their heads with bookbags and- as Zander would have done- lunch trays. The light yellow of the plastic ding!ed with sounds of falling water; girls squealed as their hair was flattened, curled, or destroyed by the humidity and the wet. Others had umbrellas and walked at their own leisure- and there was one girl bending the water over her head with graceful movements, almost like a dancer, as she glided to her next class.
Zander noticed his Converse were beginning to absorb water- but he had socks, so what did it matter? He smiled at nothing in particular, brushed hair out of his eyes, and glanced up at the umbrella, thankful for its shelter. WHAT DON'T YOU KICK YOURSELF OUT, YOU'RE AN IMMIGRANT TOO.
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Post by Jay on Jun 15, 2008 20:32:35 GMT -5
Gabe’s personal opinions of the rain were not quite equal to Zander’s in many ways. For the first part, he adored it to no end, and for the second part, he simply loved how much it cooled him down. He found himself holding the umbrella out more to the side, allowing Zander to have the full effect of its rain blocking prowess, while he was at the same time letting some of the rain fall onto him. He blew a droplet off the tip of his nose, a sincere smile starting to raw its way across his face. If there was one thing that could successfully make one of his smiles not seem like a satan-sent grin from hell, it was the rain.
“I can’t imagine I’d have any fans.” He said eventually, still a little bit zoned out from the steady pounding of rain on both himself and the umbrella. “Aside from my mom I don’t think any girl has ever given me the time of day.” “Liar.” Zander replied simply, obviously thinking of Gabriel’s statement as one of false modesty. “ ‘m serious.” Gabe said, tucking the wettened part of his hair behind his ear. “Not that I mind though.” “Whatever you say.” Zander said absentmindedly, still obviously not convinced.
Gabriel snorted, and if he’d felt just a tad more immature he would have stuck out his tongue, but he managed to refrain himself.
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Post by i n k on Jun 15, 2008 22:00:16 GMT -5
HE SAID, "SON, WILL YOU BE THE SAVIOR OF THE BROKEN..." Building three grew ever nearer, and Zander found he feared parting. As stubbornly impassive as he was, Gabe was pleasant company- and their hair matched. The umbrella smiled over him, and half over Gabe, as ironic as can be. Zan dwelled on Gabe's comments, chewing them in his mind. Maybe he wasn't lying. That seemed strange, though. "...THE BEATEN AND THE DAMNED?" ooc- OH NOES I BROKE THE RULES.
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Post by Jay on Jun 15, 2008 22:19:15 GMT -5
Gabriel himself didn’t seem to notice the rapidly approaching third school building, and his faint smile still lingered. He held out his un-umbrella-filled hand to the rain and caught a small puddle in his hand. He let it gather water until it began to spill over, and then shook his hand, splaying water droplets everywhere, not that it was easily noticed. He rubbed his hands on his sweater to dry it, but again, the dryness was relative, as his sweater had been rather wet to begin with. “You’re magically quiet all of a sudden.” Gabe noted, looking down at Zander with a raised eyebrow, small smile no longer part of his expression, “Something wrong? I don’t see how you can still be scared, I mean we’re dry.” He looked up at the pink…. Pink…of an umbrella “well you are, and all thanks to an anonymous fangirl.”
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Post by i n k on Jun 16, 2008 17:09:23 GMT -5
"I'm telling you, she's gotta be yours." Zander grinned up at him, but did a double take as the same girl who had given them the umbrella ran by, accompanied by a few of her friends. They were giggling, giddy as hell.
"Speak of the devil," Zander muttered, unaware of the horrible awesomeness of his pun.
One friend of the several pointed, black haired and brown eyed, and whispered, "They're the cutest couple ever!" The girls, soaking as though they couldn't care in the slightest, walked just in front of the pair, occassionally casting a knowing glance over a shoulder. Probably plotting to spy on them later, if they were still together.
Ah, misunderstandings. Nature's home-made hilarity.
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Post by Jay on Jun 16, 2008 17:39:29 GMT -5
It didn’t register, at first, at least not entirely. Gabriel kept walking, seemingly completely oblivious to the statement. However, once the entire thing had run through his head a time or two, and his apparently water saturated brain allowed itself to digest the information, he stopped dead in his tracks.
Zander, who had apparently failed to notice his sudden stop, and was not looking too at ease himself, walked directly out into the rain. He gave a bit of a squeakish-noise before running back under the umbrella once more.
Gabriel seemed to be momentarily frozen with comprehension, but after hearing the odd noise emitting from his comrade he began to walk again. His pace had quickened slightly, and Zander had to hop awkwardly to catch up, but it was evident he had no intention of catching up to the girls, as he was, even with the extra burst of speed, just a tad too far behind.
Aside from the slight increase of speed, his attitude hadn’t changed at all, and he kept silent.
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Post by i n k on Jun 16, 2008 18:27:03 GMT -5
Zander flicked water off his fingers, hopping to keep up. "What the heck was that? Did they say something?" He hadn't heard, or hadn't seen, or just hadn't registered any of the situation. He hugged his arms around his torso, shivering a bit from the wet's cold. Building three loomed over them like a prowling lion, teeth of blue doors flashing in the rain and random glare of lightning.
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Post by Jay on Jun 16, 2008 18:58:28 GMT -5
Gabriel, ever the one to not plan his words before saying them, suddenly found himself at a crossroads. Would it be more effective to lie and say he hadn’t heard either, and that his arbitrary stop could simply be accounted remembering about homework he’d forgotten to do. He hadn’t, of course, but it could be one strategy. The other option was simply just to tell him the honest truth and face the possibility that he’d give the group of girls a piece of his mind.
In the end he opted on neither and both.
He shrugged in falcified impassiveness. “Something about… cute couple? I don’t know. I wasn’t paying attention.” He hoped that his indifference would have reciprocating effects on Zander. But… well you could never be sure with fire demons. He subconsciously took a half step away from Zander.
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Post by i n k on Jun 25, 2008 11:39:30 GMT -5
"Cute couple?" Zander's tail, immobile and unnoticed up until this point, flicked back and forth, much like a cat's, as he waded through this statement. "Like, us? We're a couple?" Slowly but surely, it was becoming clear. "So, wait, they gave us this umbrella because they think we're," he choked, "we're...going out?"
Atta boy.
Unconciously, Zander found himself taking a slight step away from Gabe. It was nothing personal, he just hated misunderstandings.
"Oh boy..."
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Post by Jay on Jul 20, 2008 21:32:53 GMT -5
Gabriel shrugged, still not entirely sure whether or not he actually wanted to be having this conversation. The topic seemed to have split a rift of sheer awkward between the two of them.
In all honesty, he wasn’t bothered by it, but he was bothered by the fact that Zander was. He’d been accused of swinging that way more than once, something he could easily attribute to three simple things, one: the fact that he lived with only girls, two: the fact that when he was younger, said girls would put him in dresses and somehow these pictures found their way to the internet, and three: he looked damn fine in pink.
“Don’t take it seriously.” He said aloud, shrugging off the comment as easily as a jacket, “People make shit up all the time just to seem cool, rumours etcetera.” He made a noise that might have been considered as a laugh, if it weren’t for the fact that it sounded more like a guttural growling of some sort of dying creature. “What grade are you in? Nine? Do you seriously think this is going to be the only thing people say about you?”
He managed to hold back another bit of so-called laughter, and instead held his hand out to the rain once more.
“As long as you know it ‘ent true, I don’t see why you’re worried.” He rubbed his soaking-wet fingers through his equally drenched hair, “Still pretty pre-emptive of them though… I mean… did we even introduce ourselves?” He started, realizing that he hadn’t even had the decency to say who he was. Ahh, the seemingly never-ending well of problems that came with being a sociopath. “Gabriel Crowe by the way.”
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