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Post by Michael Cousteau on Feb 20, 2017 17:05:09 GMT
The previous night had gone well for a first date for the blond, especially when the person he had gone out with was a peasant. He was currently in his room doing some schoolwork, his hair messy due to having not brushed it nor left his room yet. He was at an exquisite looking desk at the back of the room, a lamp on despite the other main lights being on and pointing at the papers he was working on. A couple of book cases stood to the side of the room closer towards a miniature dip in the floor where a couch that was positioned in an 'L' shape pointed towards a fake fireplace, an electric one at that so he didn't have to worry about any ashes or real wood. A soft, white rug lay before the couch and under a glass coffee table, nothing on it aside from a book written in French and a glasses case set atop it to the side. The walls were bare of any decor and a fancy alarm clock rested on the nightstand beside the blond's bed in the corner of the room. To the other side of the spacious room, the kitchenette was void of any sounds aside from the quiet hum of the small fridge there. From first glance it would seem that it was rarely used, though upon closer inspection it could be derived that it was...somewhat used regularly. A knocking sound that came from the door interrupted the blond's concentration on his work, causing him to blink and then frown as he leaned back in his chair to look over his shoulder and towards said door. He was silent as he scowled at it slightly before he sighed and then got up, setting his pencil down and turning his lamp off, to walk over to the door of his living space. He glanced through the eyehole briefly before he opened the door, staring at the albino male in brief surprise. "Amos," he spoke as he blinked once. He then stepped aside to usher him in, not really fond of the possibility of anyone seeing the albino right outside his room. "This is a surprise, I wasn't expecting you to come all the way up here." He spoke as he shut the door and then turned to face Amos. He blinked again and glanced around a little before waving a hand further in his room. "Ah, make yourself at home... Oh, want anything to drink or something?" He mentioned as he walked over to where the kitchenette, glancing over his shoulder briefly to look at Amos and see what his response was. Word count: --- Tag: Amos Vang
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Post by Amos Vang on Feb 20, 2017 17:28:47 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] Amos looked around the room a bit. "Huh... I expected it to be bigger for some reason..." Maybe because the only other dorm like this he had been in belonged to one of the principal's children. "Ahh... No. I'm alright actually.. I.. I can always come back later if you're busy..." A soft blush crossed his pale cheeks as he noticed the sort of state the other male was in. Not that he didn't look some sort of adorable with his hair a total mess as it was. "I uhh... Just figured you might be awake by now and.. Wondered if you wanted to get today's plans... Underway with... Some breakfast..." He wasn't sure why he was so flustered. It was actually quite unlike him. He shouldn't have so much trouble trying to talk to a person. Maybe it was the room he was standing in. Maybe it was the exquisiteness of the place that cause his embarrassment. Yeah, he was just going to go with that.
"I made you some clothes to wear today... I.. I mean you probably have something other than suits but... I figured you might blend in a little better with..." But he shook his head. That was stupid wasn't it? "You don't have to wear them..." Amos brought the bag forward a bit and placed it on a chair. Inside was just a simple set of clothing, much like his own, except the shirt was blue and grey instead of the orange and white that he was wearing, and black pants. "I tried to only use the best sort of materials... So.. Everything is really soft..." He really did have to fight the feeling to leave. Maybe he should've called first, but it wasn't like he had thought to actually get the blonde's number the night before.
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Feb 21, 2017 1:59:51 GMT
Michael listened to Amos speak, pausing in his approach to the kitchenette to turn and face the albino male. He made him some clothes? He blinked once and watched him for several moments, before he walked over to him and offered the teen a smile. He leaned against the back of the chair and peeked into the bag to see the surface contents of what lay inside. He then turned his blue gaze over to Amos, lifting a hand to run it through his currently messy hair. "You really made me clothes?" He asked him as he dropped his hand back down to the back of the chair and tilted his head to the side slightly. He then straightened up and glanced over his shoulder briefly. "Ah, do you want to have breakfast here? I should have some things available to use in the kitchen." He spoke as he glanced back to Amos and felt his face heat up slightly. Gods, this was a little strange... But it was something he was willing to get used to as well. "I should probably shower too.. So I can go ahead and change into those clothes you made for me." He added with a smile as he lifted a hand to rub the back of his neck. Word count: --- Tag: Amos Vang
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Post by Amos Vang on Feb 21, 2017 2:56:27 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] The albino smiled a bit and nodded. Of course, he felt a bit embarrassed about it. "Well I mean... You gave me your measurements so... They should... Fit perfectly... And I thought I'd... Take you out.. From breakfast til dinner... Fill your day with... Peasant things." He made a bit of face but shook his head and stuck his hands in his pockets. "I'll just wait here then."
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He had done exactly what he said he was going to while the other male got himself showered and dressed. He hadn't move even a single inch, his hands still in his pockets as he just... stood there. Waiting. Once the blonde emerged, the albino smiled a bit and gave him a thumbs up. "It... Looks really good on you actually. But... Your hair is too... Perfect. Mess it up again like it was before. I mean, the goal is to be unrecognizable right?"
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Feb 21, 2017 3:44:29 GMT
After Michael had taken his shower and changed into the clothing that Amos had made for him, the blond teen walked back out only to find Amos waiting for him. In the...exact spot where he left him. He blinked at him in subtle surprise and slowly approached. Though as the albino took notice of him and smiled, even offering him a thumbs up, Michael smiled in return and stopped before the albino. "Heh... Thanks, and..you really think so?" He spoke, tilting his head to the side slightly before he shrugged a little. Well, if that's what it took he supposed.... Michael hesitated briefly before he lifted a hand to run it through his hair and mess it up a bit. Once that was done he gave Amos an 'how do I look?' expression as he was honestly not sure how he looked himself. "So, um... What first? I mean, I know breakfast is in order of course so..." Michael trailed off with a shrug, shifting his footing a bit. "Here or where the peasants roam?" Word count: --- Tag: Amos Vang
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Post by Amos Vang on Feb 21, 2017 3:57:21 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] Amos smiled and shook his head a bit, making his way towards the other male and ruffling his hair a bit. "Even when you're messy you're neat." He supposed he could relate in some ways. Except his hair. No matter how much he tried to contain it, it often did whatever the hell it wanted. Which was probably why he kept it on the shorter side. "There. Much better!" He offered a reassuring smile and tapped his foot a bit. "Out and about of course." He moved back towards the door and waited for the other male to get whatever else he needed. "Don't worry about paying either. You're gonna have the full peasant experience today. So leave your wallet here, unless you're absolutely sure that you'll need it."
Of course, once they were ready, Amos decided to at least give into some of Michael's weirdness and left the room first, making sure that no one saw him, making his way to meet him at the front of the building. He was already uncomfortable enough, and as much as the albino enjoyed watching him squirm and blush, he figured he'd let him be weird when it came to the dorms.
It didn't take much longer to reach the school gates. "Yes, we're going to walk. That's why I told you to wear the shoes I brought you." He shook his head and stuffed his hands in his pockets as he walked on, leading the way. Of course it was only a half a mile or so, but he wasn't sure the other male had ever walked so far in his life. But, once they made it, it was worth it. At least to the albino. It was quick enough to get seats since it was later in the morning. Menus were handed to them, though the albino wasn't sure that the blonde would even know what to do with one.
Once their order was placed, Amos sipped on his drink through a straw, mostly because he liked playing with them like the weirdo he was. "You'll like it, I'm sure. It's really sweet with all that whipped cream. You'll barely taste the peasant on it." He chuckled a bit and stared out the window, his crimson eyes scanning the street. "So umm.. France huh? What's it like? I mean... I lived in Japan for a long time. Only recently moved here." Despite the fact that English was his second language, Amos seemed to have no hint of an Asian accent, and it barely reflected in his appearance.
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Feb 22, 2017 4:08:49 GMT
Michael blinked as Amos came closer towards him and soon took it upon himself to mess up his hair even more, blushing slightly from that. Though when he stated that they would be eating out to start their day and for him to leave his wallet behind, Michael hesitated and glanced around his luxurious room before sighing and, reluctantly, placed his wallet down and leaving himself penniless. Well, so to speak. However he was sure to snag his card to get back into the room before departing a few minutes after Amos had. Like Amos, the blond teen had made sure no one witnessed him in his current wear and hurried on over to the school gates. At the albino's words of walking though, he just stared at him in disbelief for a few moments. "Wait, you're serious? We're walking there?" He asked him, staying where he was for a few moments as the albino had already begun to walk ahead and lead the way. He was really serious, wasn't he? He shook his head and quickly followed after Amos, soon catching up to him as they were going to walk however far the distance it was to their destination. Though once arriving to the desired destination, Michael's feet were thoroughly sore. A groan escaped the wealthy teen as he sat down in a seat finally, relief to finally be sitting down obvious from the male. He grabbed the menu that was handed to him and glanced over it briefly before he shook his head. "How can you peasants walk so far? Don't you know anything about a taxi or something?" He asked him as he flicked his gaze back to the menu to see what there was to eat. He ordered soon enough and had also gotten a drink with a straw, mainly because he didn't really trust the cleanliness of such a place. His brow lifted to Amos' words, soon scoffing lightly as he glanced at his drink. "Oh really now? I can already smell the stench of peasant!" He jested in response, a small smirk of amusement crossing his features before he went ahead and sipped at his drink to taste it. He watched Amos as the albino looked out the window, wondering what he was thinking. Though he blinked at his words and set his cup down on the table as he stared at the albino for a moment. "Ah, well... It's... Nice most days... Then again I can go anywhere I practically want within the country." He spoke, shrugging a little. He leaned back in the chair and tilted his head slightly, interest crossing his features. "You're really from Japan? You don't look it or have an accent!" He mentioned, blinking as he smiled a bit. Of course, he, himself, had a French accent due to not really being able to hide the accent all that well yet. Word count: --- Tag: Amos Vang
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Post by Amos Vang on Feb 22, 2017 4:53:28 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] Amos shook his head and smiled a bit. "Oh please. This was a short walk. My work is almost three miles from here. And I walk to and from it each day." He shrugged. "Really it's because I hate cars. I stay as far away from them as I can unless I have no other option." So yes, Michael was stuck walking for the day, simply because it made the albino extraordinarily uncomfortable being in the metallic deathtraps.
"Mmhmm. My mother was half Japanese, half Vietnamese. I guess I take after whoever the hell my father was though." His voice held a certain kind of contempt, despite being as smooth as it usually was. "But I took to learning English as soon as I could. Only really get an accent when I'm exhausted."
It didn't really take long for the waitress to return with their food, and Amos looked all too entirely excited by it. Waffles with all sorts of fruit and chocolate chips and whipped cream. "Eat it. It's really good. Despite being all... Peasanty. Not as good as mine, but pretty close."
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Feb 22, 2017 5:38:03 GMT
Michael listened to him with his full attention, lifting his cup to take a sip of his drink for a few moments before setting it back down and grinning again. "Ah! That's why!" He responded before his eyes flicked over to the waitress to return with their food. He blinked as he looked at what they were given and then turned his attention to the albino as he spoke, soon smiling as he tilted his head to the side slightly. "Oh? Not as good as yours?" He questioned him as he lifted his fork and knife to begin eating. "You're going to have to make some and prove that yours is better then at some point," he somewhat teased the albino as he began to eat this peasant food. "Mm, where do you have in mind to go after this?" He asked him after about a minute of eating this surprisingly good food, his eyes lifting to look at the boy who had brought him here. Word count: --- Tag: Amos Vang
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