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Post by Amos Vang on Feb 14, 2017 2:27:00 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] Of course he was thoroughly enjoying himself with this little trick. He would have to seriously remember not to get on Luka's bad side, though he was pretty certain the little feline didn't have a bad side. Of course, eventually there came a question and he made himself look as innocent as possible, at least, to everyone else. Tugging on his hoodie was nothing to the students surrounding them, but to the teacher, the young albino was practically pulling his shirt off, pulling it halfway down his creamy white chest. "Hmm? It's just a shirt." He shrugged and sat back, running his hands over his thighs a bit, tugging at the garter strap. "And just some pants."
Of course the poor teacher's confusion was the best reaction he could possibly have gotten, and he was lucky he was so good at faking emotions and reactions, or he would have been dying of laughter right about then. The boy sat back in his chair and went about taking the lesson like he was supposed to, of course making direct eye contact with the teacher every single time he turned around, but still managing to avoid smirking.
Once the class ended, there were a few rumors going around, but it wasn't like he couldn't handle them. Besides, most of them were about whether or not their teacher was sick or something. It took a few moments for the classroom to empty and Amos made his way towards the door and locked it, leaving himself and the teacher alone. While he did that, he did actually unzip his hoodie and toss it off to the side, and popped open a few buttons of his work shirt. "Maître? I just... Wanted to ask a few questions about the lesson..." The boy leaned forward a bit, as much into the teacher's space as he possibly could, a slight blush crossing his cheeks. Of course, it wasn't a real blush, he had gotten extraordinarily good at forcing himself to blush for his customers. And to him, this was no different. Well, except he wasn't getting paid and it was surprisingly fun watching the teacher squirm. Perhaps he'd do this more often...
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Aryn PhenixDon't you run from me, feel it coming, oh lord There's just way too many temptations, oh lord
WORDS: 423 || TAGS: Amos Vang || Notes: Words here [attr="class","nthlftsybdytxt1"]Aryn almost audibly sighed a breath of relief when the class came to and end. That had to be the hardest class of his life. He still didn't understand what exactly was going on. Surely he had to have been hallucinating. The ginger made his way back to his desk looking at a pile of papers he still had to grade. Not that he could actually concentrate right now. Maybe he was sick, maybe some of his students were right. At least it was the weekend, if he was sick he could take care of it now.
He had barely noticed the albino locking the door, though he finally looked up to watch as the boy approached him, calling him Maître and leaning over his desk. The ginger's violet eyes stared at the boy, trying his best not to let them wander over that petite body too much. "Monseiur Vang, Professeur is how you should address me...." He mentioned calmly though the breath he took in shortly after was a bit more shakey.
Clearing his throat he tried to go back to looking at his papers, attempting to busy himself as a distraction. "You are usually well prepared and quick to understand... What was confusing for you this lesson?" If the ginger could help it he would just have to refuse to let himself look up. He just couldn't. That cute little blush that graced his milky white skin, the way he could see just into his shirt as he leaned over, and those damn shorts. No. No, no, no. He wasn't thinking about that. Grades. Yes, he was concentrating on grades.
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Post by Amos Vang on Feb 14, 2017 3:03:50 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] The albino shrugged a bit, placing his hands on his hips. "I'm not.. Really sure about any of it... I mean... Maybe I'm just too stupid for this class. Perhaps... You could give me.." He decided now would be a great time to sit on the teacher's desk. He would have to see him now. "Une leçon privée, Maître?(a private lesson, master)" His head tilted back a bit in his rather provocatively draped position, letting his hair fall lightly into his face. Oh. He was definitely good at this.
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Aryn PhenixDon't you run from me, feel it coming, oh lord There's just way too many temptations, oh lord
WORDS: 409 || TAGS: Amos Vang || Notes: Words here [attr="class","nthlftsybdytxt1"]Well, the ginger gave it his best shot. He was actually doing quite well at ignoring the albino boy before he decided to place himself ontop of Aryn's desk. With a defeated sigh, Aryn finally looked up from the papers though he immediately regretted that decision. "Professeur." He quickly corrected again, not that he disliked hearing master from the boy, he just needed to concentrate on being professional. Though any rationality was flying out the window the longer he stared at this boy.
"You are far from stupid, Monseiur Vang. You get very good grades in this class." Finally standing from his desk, the ginger male placed either of his hands onto the desk, leaning forward on it, closing the gap between the two of them even more. His violet eyes staring into Amos' red ones as he spoke. "Are you quite sure, private lessons is something you can handle?" He questioned before allowing a silence to fall between them. After a few moments he sat back in his chair again, leaning back in it to look at the male. "If you think you need help, perhaps you should try peer tutoring first?" Of course Aryn was just trying to think of reasons why he would not need to be alone with this boy again. The faster he got rid of Amos the faster he would be able to relax again. Honestly he would have reported what he was wearing, but he wasn't even sure the albino boy was really wearing it with the way his students acted earlier.
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Post by Amos Vang on Feb 14, 2017 3:29:04 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] "I don't feel like I do. I barely grasp onto this class... The only reason I really take it is... Well.. Because you're..." But he stopped. The boy looked up at the teacher as he drew incredibly near. For a moment he wondered if he was going to regret this decision, but after a bit, the teacher withdrew. The albino released a breath he hadn't really been aware that he had been holding. Alright, enough was enough. That was about as much of it as he could handle without breaking out into fits of laughter. "You're good." Of course he chuckled a bit and shook his head as he hopped off the desk.
"I told you I would model them for you." The boy spun around a bit and bowed. "Only problem is I don't know how to make you stop seeing through my actual clothing. Look. You can write me up if you want, but I was really careful. Everyone in class saw how you were looking at me. And now, I have something to ensure I won't be reported and be kicked out of this place. I mean, I've always been kinda wary of you and honestly debated dropping out of your class because of your little... Perversions." He shrugged and grabbed his hoodie from where he had tossed it, holding it out to show the teacher it was a hoodie before he put it on and it disappeared. He made some sort of motion and shrugged. "But now, I have one of your secrets, and you have one of mine. Yes, these are the exact clothes that I work in. But I make a few hundred a night, so as much as I want to set them on fire, it obviously works. As it... Well. It works on you pretty well."
The boy ran a hand through his hair before putting his hands in his hoodie pockets, though, to Aryn it just looked like his hands were folded in front of his slightly revealed stomach. "No. I do not let anyone touch me. I do not remove these clothes. I'm just an unfortunate underaged waiter. I could lose my spot in this school, and my place at work. And if either of those things happen... Well, my somewhat well formed ass would be living in a box in an alley somewhere again. I'm not trying to cause trouble. But yes. I am black mailing you. You report me, and I'll report you. I'm glad we understand each other." He turned to go back to his desk and gather his things in his bag. But he paused as he put his things away. "You are a really great teacher though. I wish I could say the same for the Italian teacher. My boss teaches me better than that dipshit." He shook his head and sighed, hauling his bag up onto his shoulder. "Guess I'll see you Monday."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 14, 2017 9:04:01 GMT
Aryn PhenixDon't you run from me, feel it coming, oh lord There's just way too many temptations, oh lord
WORDS: 451 || TAGS: Amos Vang || Notes: Words here [attr="class","nthlftsybdytxt1"]Aryn raised an eyebrow as the albino boy chuckled, finally getting off the desk and mentioning that he said he would model for him. Of course Amos kept talking though none of it immediately made sense to the ginger. At least not until he put his hoodie back on - which Aryn witnessed him picking up - but couldn't see any more once it was back on the male. His attention was brought away from this little trick though as Amos mentioned having a secret of his, and further went to give Aryn the answers to his questions he had asked the other day. Well sort of.
Aryn just cleared his throat and looked away as the albino mentioned it working well on himself, but continued to listen to his little blackmail. Well the ginger could hardly approve of being blackmail but it wasn't like he wanted the kid to be homeless either. As the minor went back to gather up his things Aryn was rather shocked to receive a compliment about his teaching, finally standing up again and making his way toward the male.
"I'm sure it makes you feel better to blackmail me, but it's not like I want you to be homeless. I just want you to be safe." With a sigh the ginger ran his hand through his hair, honestly he was feeling a bit weird at the moment, considering he could still see the boy in that particular outfit. "If you ever really did need help.... I could uh.... Tutor you." Well that probably wasn't a good idea, and besides this kid knew exactly what types of things Aryn thought. He was pretty sure it was obvious what he was thinking right now. "Have you ever considered getting a different job? If you hate this one so much?"
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Post by Amos Vang on Feb 14, 2017 15:48:51 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] Of course it made him feel better to blackmail the poor guy. That was just how the world worked, or at least, that's how he thought the world worked. Amos turned as the teacher approached him, shrugging his bag up onto his shoulder. "I don't really need a tutor. So long as I keep pulling decent grades. I take this class because I want to, not because I have to." The boy shrugged a bit and crossed his arms over his chest. There was a small pause and some sort of face at the thought of getting another job. "Me and my boss have an arrangement..." Probably much like the one they had. Amos was fairly decent at blackmailing people. But at the same time... "He's a real nice guy. Sure, he runs a shady business, but he lets me work there, even though I'm a minor. And he always makes sure that I'm safe. If anyone touches me, he beats the shit out of them and throws them out. I've been there a lot longer than I've been here. Yes, I hate it, but I like him. He's like..." Family? Was that really the word he was about to say? "Forget it, it doesn't matter." He shook his head and started to walk off. He couldn't really believe that he had almost dropped the "f" word. Maybe he needed to rethink his priorities a little bit....
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Post by Deleted on Feb 14, 2017 22:12:01 GMT
Aryn PhenixDon't you run from me, feel it coming, oh lord There's just way too many temptations, oh lord
WORDS: 191 || TAGS: Amos Vang || Notes: Words here [attr="class","nthlftsybdytxt1"]The ginger raised an eyebrow at the sudden change in the male when he cut himself off from what he was about to say. Aryn could only sigh and shake his head, "Well, I guess at least you're safe." He mentioned as he made his way back over to his desk. Aryn was after all still a teacher, and the safety of his students was important to him. Which was why he protected them, even from the likes of himself. Sitting at his desk and taking up the papers he had been trying to grade earlier, he looked back to Amos to catch him before he decided to leave, "Monseiur Vang..... Please wear normal clothes next week." An easy enough request. Aryn wasn't really sure how much he could take of Amos trying to wear clothes like he had been lately.
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Post by Amos Vang on Feb 14, 2017 23:17:11 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] The boy shook his head a bit but gave the teacher a smile. "Aww, and here I thought you approved of my new choices." He saluted the man before walking out of his class. But hey, at least now he was ready for work.
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His weekend had been long, shitty, and utterly exhausting, and he was quite happy that it was over. He made his way towards his classes, sitting throughout them without much trouble. Then again, it wasn't like he was the worst student ever. He wasn't exactly the smartest kid, but he did his best, and often came up with original answers. But today, he paused in front of his French class, wondering whether the hell or not he was actually going to go in. it wasn't like he was avoiding the teacher or anything, but at the same time... The albino shook his head and went in, going straight to his seat and paying some attention during class, though, it seemed like he was trying pretty hard not to fall asleep today.
After the class was over he just, remained in his seat, staring blankly out the window until he realized that he was the only one left in the room. Slowly he slid out of his chair and made his way towards the desk, setting his notebook on it. "I uhh... Was there notes today? I... Missed it." That was an understatement. "Oh. And I umm. I got you this." The boy pulled a fancy looking bottle of wine out of his bag and set it on the desk. "Or rather... It's from my boss. I guess he likes that there's someone else out there that's got my safety in mind. I uhh.. I hope you like it. I wasn't sure if you liked red or white so..." He shrugged a bit. "Red it is." Then again, he wasn't even sure that the teacher even liked wine. "It's pretty good. I mean.. I've only had like a sip of it once but.. it was good..."
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Aryn PhenixDon't you run from me, feel it coming, oh lord There's just way too many temptations, oh lord
WORDS: 603 || TAGS: Amos Vang || Notes: Words here [attr="class","nthlftsybdytxt1"]Aryn had a quiet weekend as he always did. He lived off campus if only to curb the tempation that he surrounded himself with everyday. This helped him to relax and do more things that he enjoyed doing with focus. Like cooking, playing the piano, an otherwise fairly lonely existence aside of Shin and Echo bugging him from time to time. He recently decided to take up gardening so that was another relaxing passtime. These little things always mentally prepared him to face the week, to face his demons.
Soon the week was beginning again. Aryn had prepared his lessons for the first few days in advanced and half way through the week he would prepare the remainder. The classes seemed to go by, though perhaps he had been particularly looking forward to his last one. Surely it was just out of curiosity to see if Amos would return to being the student he usually was. And he did indeed. Well, sort of.
It wasn't hard for the ginger to notice that the albino male had seemed to space out more than he usually did. He hadn't even really seemed to notice that class was over, but Aryn was in no rush and simply took to wiping the board clean and returning to his desk. As suspected Amos finally realized class was over and gathered up his things, though he approached Aryn's desk.
At least he admitted that he had missed the lesson he supposed, though before he could remark on it the albino was pulling a present from his bag. Well Aryn thought he would drop dead from shock right there. Of course he corrected that it was from his boss. Aryn offered a smile and took the bottle, looking it over. "This is a very nice bottle thank you. Maybe I should thank your boss in person sometime." He noted, though he wasn't entirely sure how Amos felt about Aryn going near his work place.
His violet eyes fell onto his desk as he sifted through the papers before him, pulling out a very organized outline with some extra notes jotted down in neat little lines. "Here, these are the notes from today. You can return them when you are finished. If you still don't understand I will be happy to go over them with you." Aryn found it a little odd that the boy didn't seem to mind nearly as much being around him. Considering what the boy knew about him. Though he supposed he realized that Aryn managed to hold even himself back from bringing unpleasantries to his students. Looking at the bottle of wine again he looked toward the albino, "What types of things does your boss like?"
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Post by Amos Vang on Feb 15, 2017 5:42:13 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] Amos just sort of stood there as the teacher accepted the gift and listened to him ramble. Though, at the mention of him thanking his boss in person, the albino's expression flattened a bit, or rather, a bit more. "If you ever go there while I'm working I will kill you." He didn't exactly sound like he was joking either. But it wasn't like he'd really want anyone to see him acting that way. At least his boss had the decency to listen when he said he wouldn't serve people he went to school with. School life and work life were entirely separate to him, or at least, he hoped to keep it that way. "But you can do whatever the hell you want on my days off."
Amos took the notes and went to sit as a desk near enough to Aryn's own that they could still converse while he copied down the notes. "I never realized how clear your handwriting is. I mean... I do but.. I dunno. For some reason I figured your notes would be messier." He shrugged a bit. "Like. Casual writing and professional writing or..." But he shook his head and continued jotting down the notes. He definitely needed some sleep or something.
"Huh?" He blinked up for a moment at the question about his boss and shrugged. "I don't really know. I think he has a thing for wine and cigars, but I mean... he's Italian so that's kind of a given..." There wasn't really much he could say about the man he worked for, other than he was a decent human being. "He's short, a bit on the rounder side, I think he likes sweets. He hates prostitution, and yet for some reason owns the kind of establishment he does. I mean, he has a strict, hands off sort of policy, but that doesn't stop most of the customers unless he comes out waving a baseball bat. I've seen him use it a few times. I think he collects antique weaponry too. Last year I remember some of us saved up to buy him a handgun from the early 1900's." Amos shrugged his shoulders again, but in a different manner this time. He tilted his head to the side a bit and rested his hand on his neck. Jesus he was sore. "Uhh... How was your weekend?" As long as he was staring blankly at this paper, he might as well try to make decent conversation.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 15, 2017 6:26:43 GMT
Aryn PhenixDon't you run from me, feel it coming, oh lord There's just way too many temptations, oh lord
WORDS: 501 || TAGS: Amos Vang || Notes: Words here [attr="class","nthlftsybdytxt1"]The ginger looked toward the albino as he mentioned the teacher's handwriting. Aryn just chuckled a bit and shook his head, "I suppose it's neat? Maybe it's just because I'm organized in everything else, my handwriting just follows suit?" He mused for a moment before shaking his head again. The minor started to answer his question about his boss, and Aryn listened intently. So he liked cigars and wine, and possibly sweets. "Hm..." He made a noise as he thought for a moment.
Perhaps a nice dessert wine and a cake of some kind. That would be easy enough for him to get and make. He was pulled from that thought though as the albino asked how the teacher's weekend was. Aryn offered a polite smile, "Do you actually want to know?" He had to wonder. After all the ginger wasn't the type to force people into small talk just for the sake of conversation. He could just as easily sit in silence while the boy finished copying notes.
"Well, it was quiet as usual. Went to the market to stock up my fridge for some recipes, played some piano, and I recently decided to start a garden, though I am thinking I may need to move some of the plants around..." Running a hand through his long ginger hair, his violet eyes focused on the younger male, "And yourself? Did you work?" He asked noting that the albino seemed to be in some sort of pain. Well at least his posture suggested as such. Far be it from Aryn to simply assume it though.
"I'm guessing you must have worked hard seeing how tired you are. I hope you have the day off today?" He mentioned. Standing up from his desk, he moved around to the front of it, now leaning back on it half way between sitting ontop of it and standing. He crossed his arms over his chest, and now with a more concerned adult tone asked, "Have you been eating properly?" Well the ginger couldn't help but be concerned, after all, he had seen Amos' living quarters.
Feel my pulse as I breathe at hundred and three; Oh Lord, oh Lord; I'm not afraid of the trip; In a pool filled with sin; He said don't you run from me while I take it off; Take it off, take it off; Tell me your name while I break you off; There's just way too many temptations, oh Lord; I can feel it coming in the air tonight; Feel it coming, oh Lord, feel it coming; When the rhythm hits, I'm not afraid to die, oh Lord [googlefont="Abel"][googlefont="Kalam"] [newclass=.nthlftsybdytxt1]margin-top:-20px;padding:10px;border-left:#ffaebd solid 4px;text-align:justify;width:400px;font-family:'Abel';font-size:12px;color:#c1c1c1;[/newclass] [newclass=.nthlftsybdytxt1 b]color:#ffc9d3;[/newclass] [newclass=.nthlftsybdytxt1 i]color:#ff93a7;[/newclass]
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Post by Amos Vang on Feb 15, 2017 15:25:22 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] The boy shrugged when it came to question of whether or not he really wanted to know about the teacher's weekend. It wasn't that he didn't, but it wasn't like he did. He supposed he just needed some sort of background noise to keep himself from completely zoning out instead of taking the notes. But he paused a bit when he actually hear what the teacher had been up to. "Heh. That sounds... Enjoyable." Many of them were similar to his own hobbies, except the gardening. At the moment the only plants he grew were spices and garnishes. But he supposed he liked it enough to eventually give it a shot.
"Ahh... yeah. It was a rough weekend..." He rubbed his neck a bit more before returning to his notes. "I think I might've just slept wrong or something..." But at the mention of the day off, he snorted. "Actually. I don't have any days off this week. But it's not like I didn't sign up for the extra shifts myself. One of the slut waitresses got her stupid self knocked up awhile ago so I picked up her shifts so she could go and have her slut child." He muttered. It was rather obvious he had some sort of hatred for the girl. Or maybe it was just her actions that he hated. But regardless, he thought less of her as a person.
"Huh...?" Had he been eating properly? He blinked for a moment, as he actually had to think about that one. "Uhhh..." When was the last time he had an actual meal and not just some fries from a basket? "I uhh... Well I mean... I ate at work.... I think..." Did he? His boss hadn't been there to force him to actually do so, so more likely than not he just randomly snacked. But then again, it had been pretty busy... "I uhh.... Hmm... I think my last actual meal was lunch on Friday, since I used lunch hour today as a study period..." Geeze. He really needed to be more on top of things like that.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 15, 2017 18:54:45 GMT
Aryn PhenixDon't you run from me, feel it coming, oh lord There's just way too many temptations, oh lord
WORDS: 385 || TAGS: Amos Vang || Notes: Words here [attr="class","nthlftsybdytxt1"]It was obvious Amos had some sort of disdain for his co-worker, though he was unsure of the exact reason he might. After all, Aryn didn't know the female in question, hell he didn't even really know Amos very well. The ginger went quickly from thoughtful to frowning though as Amos seemed to be unable to remember the last time he ate a proper meal. Aryn sighed and looked at the clock in his room.
"Well do you have time between school and work? You should have a good meal, and then I could drop you off." His violet eyes glancing back toward the albino he gave a small smile, "I promise I won't come in. Just drop you off." He had to chuckle a bit before he ran his hair through his hair. "And I promise, I'm just trying to feed you." He joked as he stood up and went back around to the other side of his desk. "You should try to take some days off sometime. I know you keep saying you need money, but you won't need it if you work yourself to death hm?" Sitting in his chair again he looked toward the albino, thoughtful again. He supposed if Amos didn't have time, he would just come better prepared next time. He could pack a portable meal for the kid. Hopefully he'd remember to actually eat it at some point.
Feel my pulse as I breathe at hundred and three; Oh Lord, oh Lord; I'm not afraid of the trip; In a pool filled with sin; He said don't you run from me while I take it off; Take it off, take it off; Tell me your name while I break you off; There's just way too many temptations, oh Lord; I can feel it coming in the air tonight; Feel it coming, oh Lord, feel it coming; When the rhythm hits, I'm not afraid to die, oh Lord [googlefont="Abel"][googlefont="Kalam"] [newclass=.nthlftsybdytxt1]margin-top:-20px;padding:10px;border-left:#ffaebd solid 4px;text-align:justify;width:400px;font-family:'Abel';font-size:12px;color:#c1c1c1;[/newclass] [newclass=.nthlftsybdytxt1 b]color:#ffc9d3;[/newclass] [newclass=.nthlftsybdytxt1 i]color:#ff93a7;[/newclass]
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Post by Amos Vang on Feb 15, 2017 19:54:27 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] Amos looked up at the clock at the mention of time and nodded. "I'm on call tonight so... I'm mostly free unless they call me. Monday's aren't usually busy though." He shrugged a bit and gathered up the notes, closing his own notebook and putting it away before getting up and handing the papers back to the teacher. "Yeah I guess... I mean. Isn't it weird to eat with your students though? And... Actually... You mentioned you enjoy cooking so... Maybe you could actually come in and... Maybe teach me some things. I would like to be a chef someday..." Again a slight blush raised itself into his cheeks and he looked to the floor, trying to avoid making any sort of eye contact with the teacher in his embarrassment. "Or would that be too... Weird...?"
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