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Post by Amos Vang on Feb 15, 2017 15:51:07 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] Amos shook his head a bit. "Well I mean. Luka helped with a thing to keep the plates warm, but other than that, nope. I made everything myself." He shrugged. "Though, I mean, I guess that was the most important thing. I would've hated serving this all to you at room temperature." That really would have been the deal breaker for him too. Amos nodded a bit. He supposed he would have to seriously make this up to Luka somehow after this was over.
But as he started to relax, the blonde surprised him with deeper questions, and the albino blinked a bit. He lifted a hand to run it through his hair and rested it on the back of his neck for a moment. "Uhh... Well.. I guess... I wanted to see if I could." It wasn't like he was going to lie to the boy. He'd answer the questions quite honestly if he could, even if the answers might piss the other male off. But hey, it wasn't like they hadn't just tried to kill each other not too long ago. "I wanted to prove to you that not everyone is the same. Not everyone is so far below you. I mean. Some of us might actually be worthy of a second glance."
He chuckled a bit at the mention of being mean to each other. "Dude. I spit on you the first time I saw you. So trust me, I get that." He shook his head and let his hand fall beside him as he leaned back. But he grew a bit more serious as the other male started confessing his feelings to him. It was't like he couldn't tell most of that just from looking at him. But at the same time, he never thought he would actually hear the words come from the other's mouth. "You're not as bad as you force yourself to be. And I just... I saw a bit of myself in you. I guess that just... I don't know."
A small sigh escaped him and he kept his gaze towards the food on his plate. Talking about his own feelings was a little harder than he imagined it would be. "I don't see the way you act. I see the way you feel. I know that might be hard to understand but... That's what i'm here for. To control all these god damned colors. I can see how people are feeling. And in the music room I saw something I didn't expect from someone like you. You genuinely admired what I could do. Even if that wasn't what was coming from your mouth. You tried really hard to shut out, but you didn't really want to. You were curious, and you wanted to know more... And I can understand that, because I do it all the time. I told you before, we're not so different."
He paused and looked towards the other male. "I don't have many friends. I mean, I have Luka, and that's really about it. I decided taking you out, showing you what I could do, would be more worth your time, and leave a much better impression, than just... Hey lets be friends now. But I'm not using you. I'm not playing you for a fool. I just wanted to see if there was more to you than the stuck up bastard you pretend to be. But if you want to go back to hating each other, that can be arranged."
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Feb 15, 2017 17:19:32 GMT
Michael was silent as Amos responded to his questions, his eyes never leaving the floating lights before him. He eventually lowered his gaze as he lifted a hand to run it through his hair again, frowning slightly. He remained silent as Amos went on talking about the different colors he could see from people and what he saw from him back in the music room. The blond male eventually shifted slightly to get more comfortable and finally turned his head to look at Amos. Again he was quiet as the albino spoke once more, admitting that he didn't have many friends and that he took him out to show him what he could do and that it would be more worth his time. The blond watched Amos for several more moments before he eventually shook his head slowly, looking away again. "No... I..." He trailed off, running a hand through his hair again. "You already know I try to not get close to people here... Or anywhere really. So...yeah I don't have many friends either. I'm not even sure if I view Luka as a friend or not." He spoke, moving his gaze towards the food that was still set out for the both of them. "I don't have a clear answer for that though... I don't want to be seen...interacting with people like you... I don't want to risk it getting back to my family. But," he paused as he shook his head again, feeling conflicted once more. He sighed and glanced to his glass of wine and just reached for it and picked it up once more to sip at it again. "I know, you aren't a bad person or all that different from me..." He trailed off again, taking another sip of the wine. "You don't need to impress me by putting forth the effort for things like this if all you want is to be friends with me." He spoke up once more, as he finally turned his gaze back to the albino. "You don't need to do anything...like this if you just want my friendship." He added after a few moments, scanning his eyes over his face. "Don't... Don't confuse me any further if that's your sole intention." Word count: --- Tag: Amos Vang
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Post by Amos Vang on Feb 15, 2017 17:36:03 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] Something had changed. Had he said something wrong? "Look. I don't really know what my intentions are. I don't get close to people. I don't... I don't really know how. I mean I'm not trying to confuse you." He shrugged a bit and made some sort of a face, poking his lobster tail with a fork. "Guess I didn't really think about it. Honestly, I didn't even think you'd show up." He paused and smiled a bit towards the other male. "Your family? What's so big about that? People do shit their families don't like all the time." Not that he really had any knowledge of that, seeing as how he didn't have one. "Look, if you're worried about something happening to me, don't bother. I can take care of myself. And I don't mean that in some cocky obnoxious way. I've fended for myself ever since I could remember. I beat the shit out of that damn fourth year bully on a nearly daily basis getting Luka from class to class. I'm not really afraid of anyone or anything." Except thunderstorms, but this guy didn't need to know that.
"How about... How about we just get to know each other a little bit before we decide where exactly whatever this is is heading yeah? Enjoy the food, talk a bit. I'm not very good at cracking jokes or being social, but I can try. But it's not like I expect to leave this place as your boyfriend or something. I don't... I don't honestly know what that entails. I've never gone out with anyone before. No one's ever been worth my time. Or have been totally not my type."
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Feb 15, 2017 19:26:34 GMT
The second year was quiet once more as Amos responded to him, just watching him as he told him that he didn't know his own intentions and that he wasn't good at getting close to people. Well...he could relate to that comment on not being good at getting close to people... He looked away and set his glass down, finally picking up a stuffed mushroom with two fingers to eat that. Holy shit that was good! Michael had to turn his head away to try and hide the brief surprise on his face, despite the fact that Amos could see it anyway. However, at the comment about his family the blond teen licked his lips carefully, caution coming from him now. "I could care less what they do to you honestly... It's what they'll do to me that I'm worried about." He responded to him as he shook his head a little, poking another stuffed mushroom with a finger slightly. "If you don't already know, my family practically owns the entirety of France. They deal in a lot of the politics there and other things." He explained a bit, shrugging a little. "I mean, it's good that you can take care of yourself but..." Michael trailed off with another shrug. He had grown quiet briefly, as if attempting to drop the subject as he looked back at Amos. At his words, the blond teen managed a small smile with a soft breath escaping him. "That sounds fair to me. And...this food, at least the mushrooms so far, is pretty...good." He spoke, glancing down at the stuffed mushrooms before he plucked one up again and ate that. Good gods that was tasty, he could only imagine what everything else tasted like at the moment. "So, uh... Maybe if we aren't at each other's throats by the end of tonight we could meet up here again? Maybe to try to use one another as an advantage with schoolwork." Word count: --- Tag: Amos Vang
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Post by Amos Vang on Feb 15, 2017 20:10:20 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] The albino just watched with a bit of amusement as the other teen ate his food. He had to keep himself from beaming with delight at that. He listened as he mentioned his family doing something to him about the whole thing. Well. That was odd. "No. I haven't actually. I didn't really care enough to research you or your family. Just like I didn't research Luka. I just happened to bring him to the office and he called the principal 'mother'. I don't care about influence or affluence or any of that bullshit. I am quite the firm believer in every man makes a name for himself. But I do think it's rather horrible they'd do something to you. I could teach you some self defense if you want." Of course he said it in a way like it wasn't really a big deal.
At the compliment, he did smile, tilting his head to the side a bit. "Thanks. I sort of... Pride myself in it. I want to be a chef someday." That was the second time he was admitting that fact. Most of the kids here only wanted to go to school to get done with it. He felt like he was one of the few that was here because he wanted to be, to further his life. He pondered the offer for a moment before responding, eating a mushroom himself. Damn, the kid wasn't kidding. He made some sort of satisfied face before eating another one. "Hmm. I suppose we could except... I don't really know what sort of school work I could possibly help you with. You're a year ahead of me." Though, he supposed it would be easier to study with Michael than it would be to study with Luka. Gods. That was the worst mistake he had ever made in his life.
"I can't promise I'll be available all the time because... Well... I... I have a job so..." He made a bit of a face since it was practically forbidden for him to have a job being as young as he was. "But please. Don't tell anyone. I could get expelled. And while it doesn't mean much to most kids, I have to work. Otherwise I can't afford tuition and... Well, I wasn't exactly kidding when I said I wouldn't have any monetary value." But it wasn't like everyone knew he was an orphan. Not that anyone besides Luka had ever asked him about his parents. Of course, Rishe had made the mistake of digging in his file and he beat the obnoxious male rather senselessly. "But I'm not entirely poor. I do have some funds saved up..."
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Feb 15, 2017 21:52:10 GMT
Michael nodded a little at what Amos said about not looking into his background or whatever. "Well... I'm taking some martial arts currently to better defend myself. But..." he trailed off with a shrug as he glanced away briefly. "I wouldn't mind some outside lessons or whatever." He spoke as he moved his gaze back over to the albino. "My family...is quite strict you could say... But perhaps you can learn more later. As it is sensitive information in of itself." With that he had gone silent, but catching the smile and 'thank you' from Amos caused a similar expression to cross his features. He listened to Amos speak about wanting to become a chef, tilting his head to the side slightly. "That...sounds like a good goal. I'm sure you'll be able to accomplish it someday with how good you already are." He responded to him, a small chuckle escaping the blond as he caught that face Amos had made when he ate a mushroom. As the albino spoke about meeting up again and all, Michael nodded his head and shrugged a little. "Then I could tutor you if need be," he suggested after a few moments. However, at the mention of the albino having a job Michael lifted a brow. Oh? He had a job at that age? Before he could even ask, Amos was pleading him not to tell. He went silent as the albino boy went on to explain why he had a job, just staring at him before he blinked once. "What if I paid for some or most of it? I mean for me... It'd just be pocket change." He spoke after a few minutes of silence. Word count: --- Tag: Amos Vang
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Post by Amos Vang on Feb 15, 2017 22:41:37 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] Amos nodded a bit. "Well, don't feel like you ever have to divulge that sort of information with me. It's not my business." The albino leaned back a little and plucked off a piece of the lobster tail he had been dying to eat. Dear fucking gods that was perfection. He had to stop himself from making a happy noise at it. "I don't really know martial arts, but I know how to street fight, dirty fight. Gotta fight to live sometimes."
The conversation went on the way it had, until the blonde asked about possibly paying for his tuition. But he shook his head. "Nah. Even if you did... I'd have to do something. Work it off somehow. I'd be indebted to you, and I an't stand that. I'm not here to be a charity case. Thanks for the offer though. I'm just fine for now. I'm going to be working and balancing school for the next probably eight or so years, so I might as well get used to it. I hate my job, but my boss is real nice to me. Understands some things. I wouldn't wanna just walk out on him either."
He smiled a bit and continued eating his food. He hadn't really made a meal this nice in awhile, and it tasted even better than his mind could really wrap around at the time. Then he simply picked up a piece of meat on his fork and looked at it. "You know... I always wondered... To me, this stuff is like a rare treat. But... You must have food like this all the time huh? I wonder.. Does that make it lose its delicacy? Does it taste less amazing to you because to you it's just... Average?" This wasn't him trying to find class differences, but instead, he did sound genuinely curious about it.
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Feb 16, 2017 0:04:52 GMT
Michael watched Amos from the corner of his eye as he rejected his offer to pay for his tuition, just listening to him as he finally used his fork to eat the lobster that had been prepared for him. Good gods this was better than the school food. A breath of amusement escaped Michael and he chewed on the end of his fork slightly for a brief moment before shrugging. "Fine, but the offer is always open less you do something to reverse that." He told him, continuing to eat the meal that the albino had prepared for the two of them. Though at the question about how the food tasted for him, Michael blinked and looked over at Amos curiously. He...never actually thought about that. "Huh... I guess? I mean, I haven't had anything that's lesser than it all that much so..." He shrugged a little as he looked at his food then, thinking over what Amos had asked. "My parents think that the more expensive something is, the better it will be. I can't say I disagree all that much because...well, I've only seen it from their point of view I suppose." He admitted to him, soon taking another bite of his food. "But compared to the school food this is amazing," he added almost as an afterthought. "Hmm... What's your favorite thing to eat then? Just out of curiosity since you peasants have strange tastes." He spoke, a light and nearly joking tone added to his voice for once as he glanced over to Amos once more. Word count: --- Tag: Amos Vang
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Post by Amos Vang on Feb 16, 2017 0:13:18 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] Amos tilted his head a bit, sticking the piece of steak in his mouth and again trying not to make some rather obscene noise at it. He pondered the words that came out of the other male's mouth. "Hmm.." He had figured as much, but still, he was glad that his food tasted better than the schools. A soft blush even came to his face over that compliment.
He made a small hmm noise when asked what his favorite thing to eat was. He didn't really have much of an answer to that. "Uhh.. Well. My favorite treats are these... little biscuit cookie like sticks with chocolate on them. But I don't get them too often. But for food food. I don't really know. As much as I'd like to try absolutely everything. I sort of survive on ramen, pizza, and french fries. Since, that's the cheapest and mostly served at my work."
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Feb 16, 2017 0:48:32 GMT
The wealthy teen blinked in response to his words about what he liked to eat, which really wasn't much. Biscuit sticks dipped in chocolate..? Ramen, pizza, and french fries? They all seemed like foreign foods to him, and he couldn't help but give Amos an extremely confused expression. "What... are those..?" He questioned him slowly, blinking once more as he waited for a response from the albino male. He glanced down at his food and took another bite of it. After a moment he reached over for his glass of wine and once again lifted it to sip at his drink as he turned his attention back to Amos. "They're not spicy, are they?" He asked him as an addition to his question about the peasant food Amos had told him he mostly ate, tilting his head to the side slightly. He was not afraid to admit that he hated such foods, spicy ones that is, because they were simply...painful to eat. Word count: --- Tag: Amos Vang
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Post by Amos Vang on Feb 16, 2017 1:05:12 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] Amos laughed a bit at the expression he was being given and the question as to what exactly those foods were. "Haha well.. Here." He shook his head and dug in his backpack, which he had brought with him in case the other teen hadn't showed up. He pulled out a small red cardboard box containing said biscuits, popping it open. "Here. It's called Pocky. And it's really good. Simple. But good. Though, to you it might taste bland or something." He shrugged and held it out for the other to take some. "And thats kind of a difficult question to answer. I suppose it depends on where you get it from. Ramen can be really spicy sometimes, but you don't need to get it that way. Pizza can be spicy too if you put the little red peppers on it, or if the sauce is spicy. And I've had ghost pepper fries before. Gods I thought my tongue was going to fall off. But yeah. You've really never had fries before?" He just couldn't wrap his head around that one.
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Feb 16, 2017 2:22:52 GMT
Michael curiously watched as Amos reached for a backpack and dug around in it before he pulled out a red cardboard box. Michael scooted a little closer, not by much, as he furrowed his brows slightly in confusion until Amos had opened the box to reveal the biscuits inside. Pocky... That was a strange thing to call something, though the blond glanced to Amos as he held out the opened box to him. He flicked his eyes back to the biscuits inside and pulled one out, scanning his eyes over it briefly before he brought it up to his mouth to nibble it. He glanced over to Amos as he spoke on about the topic of spiciness, just listening to him as he continued to nibble on the biscuit. It was a bit bland, yeah, but it was new and he figured he'd finish it anyway. At what he said about the fries finally, Michael stared at him before he shook his head and pulled the biscuit away from his mouth where he had been nibbling it. "Nope, never had any before. Was always told it was bad for my health and that peasants ate them because they already had poor health and such." He responded, shrugging a bit before he put the biscuit back into his mouth and ate a few inches of it before he went back to nibbling it. "Mm, this is a bit bland..." He mumbled from around the biscuit as he leaned back on one hand and looked back towards the floating lights and the petals floating just above the ground as well. He felt more relaxed finally the longer he stayed in the cave with the albino, the idea of being caught with him far from his mind currently. Word count: --- Tag: Amos Vang
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Post by Amos Vang on Feb 16, 2017 2:49:59 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] Amos chuckled a little. "Well. Yeah. I suppose they are probably pretty bad for your health. But they're damn good. And you can make them in all sorts of ways too. Hah. I seriously never thought I'd hear that." Amos shook his head a bit. "Well, since... Since I've already asked for tomorrow off of work to make that dish of yours. How about I take you out and we eat peasant food? Do peasant things? Or is that beneath you?" He raised an eyebrow and chuckled a bit putting the box of pocky back in his bag and going back to eating his food. "And don't worry about anyone catching you. I can take care of that. Though, you'd have to give me your measurements. I mean... You probably know them with all the suits I always see you in. Unless you'd want me to take them." But he wasn't sure the other male would really let him get that close.
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Feb 16, 2017 3:17:45 GMT
Michael listened to Amos speak, turning his head to look at the albino as he finished eating his biscuit. He smiled at his words and glanced away a little, biting the corner of his lower lip slightly before looking back at Amos once more. "I'm sure we can try that... Provided you don't try to kill me doing peasant things." He responded to him as he eventually pulled his gaze away from him and went back to eating his own food. At hearing his next words, Michael glanced over to Amos once more and lifted a brow slightly. "And just how are you going to make sure I won't get caught by you getting my measurements? Or are you trying to use that as some kind of ploy?" He questioned him, reaching for his glass of wine to sip it again. He knew his measurements, of course, but he wasn't giving them to the albino until he knew what he was going to do with them that is. Word count: --- Tag: Amos Vang
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Post by Amos Vang on Feb 16, 2017 3:22:50 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] "Oh don't worry. I won't kill you, but you'll probably fall into some sort of food coma after all the food I'll fill you with." He chuckled a bit and finished his food, putting the dishes aside. "Hmm? Oh. I was going to tailor you some normal clothing. Less.... Uptight. More.. Peasanty. Make you blend in a bit. People won't notice you as much if you don't give them a reason to. Then you don't have to worry about being seen with me." He shrugged a bit. "Are you done with that, cuz I brought dessert too."
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The kind of dark that haunts a hundred year old house Running from my past I'm praying feet don't fail me now!
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