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Post by Michael Cousteau on Mar 24, 2017 3:52:55 GMT
The blonde teen had slowly crossed his arms once more as Kyrarei translated to Amos before the boy had responded back. He said nothing as the older male wrote on a card and handed it to Amos before telling them that the albino boy could contact him and blah blah blah. The wealthy teen huffed a little as Kyrarei departed and just stared at the door in annoyance until Shai spoke once more. His cold eyes flicked over to the nurse as he listened to him speak, a frown marring his features a bit from what he said. "Isn't there any way to counter it then?" He questioned him, pausing for a moment to glance at the albino before looking back to Shai. "You better hurry up on trying to get him fixed. Or I'll have to call some of my people...and you don't want that. Got it?" He spoke coldly, his eyes narrowing slightly as he tilted his chin up a little. After a few moments he glanced back to Amos once more before his eyes, once again, moved back to the nurse. "I can't play charades with him forever. Get me something to learn Japanese and him to learn English! And you have until tomorrow evening to give me those things! And don't think this is an empty threat either!" He snapped a bit, crossing one leg over the other as his chin tilted up and his head to the right slightly. "Also, if he's going to be sleeping here... Send Amos' work in a package to my room since I won't be caught dead with him leaving the room as he is now." Word count: --- Tag: Amos Vang
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Post by Amos Vang on Mar 24, 2017 4:17:32 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] Shai just raised an eyebrow as the teen spoke to him. It wasn't like he wasn't used to such threats, but instead he just shook his head a bit, an amused sort of smile on his lips. "When you are quite busy barking orders at me..." He muttered, crossing his arms over his chest. "I'll have you know I have done all that I can, but if you get your supposed people involved, you'll wind up doing more harm than good. We have to be careful getting him in anywhere to check him out as he is technically a wanted ward of the state. Unless of course you'd rather see him dragged off and placed into juvenile prison?" He wasn't lying either. He had seen Amos's file and medical records. He knew just what awaited the boy if he was ever registered into a system anywhere. "I will do my best to try and get him in tomorrow, but you will have to put up with it until then, or don't, and I'll just take him home with me." Not that he really liked that idea either.
Still, the doctor departed after a moment, after all, he had shit to do in order to get this poor kid the help that he needed, and standing here arguing with the blonde was going to get him nowhere. "The sooner I leave, the sooner I can begin getting him false documentation." That was what he had said as he left.
Amos had devoured his second plate of food while they went back and forth, reading the colors around them but not knowing what they meant. That was more obnoxious than anything. He felt like he should know what the hell those colors meant, but no matter how much he tried, he just couldn't grasp it. A little while after the doctor had left and he felt plenty full, he began to relax a bit, though, this meant he took to getting up and walking around, checking everything out, making random noises of approval or dislike as he did so. In the end, he stood in front of the fireplace, just staring into it for a little while. He was rather tempted to touch it, but knew that would be a bad idea. So there he stood, as close to it as he could be without actually burning himself. The heat was uncomfortable and definitely starting to cause his ghostly self to redden a bit, but still he stood. It was an odd sort of feeling, but comforting somehow. What the fuck sort of person was he?
The albino sighed and shook his head, trying to pull himself out of his zoning out state and sat back on a chair, putting his face in his hands. Still. He felt... Off. And it just sat there and ate at him. Again, another moment passed and he stood and made his way around the dorm again. He was definitely frustrated and restless and he would continually scratch at his skin in a rather harsh sort of manner. But eventually he found what he was looking for. The bathroom. He just stood in from of the bath for a moment, just staring at it. He knew what it did. But how the hell was he supposed to turn it on?
He huffed and went off to find Michael, though the blonde was probably not too far behind him, and wasted no time grabbing ahold of his wrist and dragging him off to the bathroom, pointing at the shower. Well, he probably couldn't be more obvious than that.
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Mar 25, 2017 1:58:08 GMT
Michael had frowned and just watched Shai as he responded, and didn't seem bothered by his threats, before departing the dorm. The blonde released a heavy sigh as he leaned back against the couch with an unamused expression on his face. However, after a little while Michael's attention turned to Amos when he had finished his food and gotten up to look around. He kept a close eye on the albino as he moved about his dorm, even taking to standing in front of his fire for some time. His blue eyes followed Amos as he soon moved to sit in a chair, just silent as he observed him. He didn't move as his eyes remained locked onto him before the albino got up a moment later as he scratched at his skin harshly as he walked off. Michael stood up once he got out of his line of sight and went to follow him. Just what was he doing? But it seemed he didn't have to wonder long for the albino came right back to him and grabbed his wrist, dragging him to the bathroom. He blinked as he looked at the shower before glancing to Amos and then nodded a little. "Right, right... Uh... Here..." He spoke, getting his wrist free from Amos as he moved closer to the shower and went to show him how to turn it on. After that he grabbed the shampoo and conditioner and showed those to him, soon making scrubbing motions in his own hair before pointing to the bottles, primarily the shampoo though. After that he grabbed the body wash and made a washing motion on his chest and pointed to that as well. "Just, uh... Use those. Um... Hold on, you'll need a towel and uh, I guess some... Fresh clothing..." He spoke, eyes scanning over him in thought before he made a 'wait' gesture before leaving the bathroom. About a minute went by before he returned to the bathroom with a towel and some old clothes he had luckily not thrown out. He offered them to Amos with a nod of his head. "Here, use these too." Word count: --- Tag: Amos Vang
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Post by Amos Vang on Mar 25, 2017 2:10:33 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] The albino just watched him move about for a bit. He did look a little ridiculous making all of the motions that he did. It wasn't like he had forgotten how to shower, he just had no idea how to turn the water on, not that there was any ways to inform the other male of that. But still, he nodded in response. He shook his head and went about removing his clothes as the other male left, not really understanding that he would be returning, let alone returning so... Quickly. The albino's face reddened quite a bit as he quickly went about grabbing the shower curtain and wrapping himself in it. He reached out a hand to take the things he was being offered, but kept his head down, hiding his face. Good lord, this was going to be the death of him wasn't it?
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Mar 25, 2017 2:40:27 GMT
Michael's eyes widened as soon as he realized what he walked in on. His face quickly grew red and he had to force himself to look away as Amos covered himself with the shower curtain and took the towel and clothing. He lifted a hand to run it through his hair after that, awkwardly just standing there as his mind raced to find a suitable response to this. He just...didn't know he'd undress so quickly! "U-um... S-sorry..!" He blurted out, turning around as he began to quickly move back over to the door. "I'll be, uh, out here..!" He added as he quickly fled the bathroom. Upon shutting the door behind him, Michael leaned against it and pressed a hand over his mouth, staring down at the floor with his face still quite red. Well...that was...something. He shook his head and just walked over to his desk so that he could do some school work while he waited for Amos to finish taking his shower, and to get rid of the redness in his own face as well. Gods, that image...definitely wasn't going to leave for a while. Word count: --- Tag: Amos Vang
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Post by Amos Vang on Mar 25, 2017 2:52:17 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] After the other male left the bathroom, it still took him a few moments to actually enter the shower. Good gods that had been embarrassing... But still, he leaned down and peeled the bandages off of his wounds and turned the water as hot as he could bear it. If it stung on the skin, it was good enough. It took a bit of time for him to get himself as clean as he wanted. He was meticulous and he felt like his skin was just crawling with the filth of the previous week. Not that he could really remember anything that had happened. After he was finished, he stepped out, toweling himself off before getting dressed, of course he felt a bit woozy from all the heat and steam, but he assured himself that he was just fine.
Once he was dressed he grabbed the towel and old clothes and stepped out of the bathroom, moving out into the dorm a bit. His skin was still flushed from the heat and small beads of water dripped down his face. Of course his hair was a fluffy mess, even more so than usual. All in all he looked fairly adorable, even more so with the fact that Michael's clothes were just a bit too big for him. He took a few steps towards him before everything began to spin and he quickly found himself on the floor, but he didn't really have much of a clue how he had gotten down there. A few blinks and a small groan and he pushed himself into a sort of half sitting position. Of course he held his hand up and waved it a bit, trying to assure the other that he was okay. He then paused and changed the direction of his hand in order to fan himself a bit. Maybe the other would catch on that he fell because he definitely should not have showered at such a high temperature with a fever, and he was just now coming to realize that it had been a bad decision.
He shifted to sit crosslegged on the floor after a moment and pulled the towel and clothes into his lap before holding them up to the other male. A small sort of sigh came from him and he smiled sheepishly. Good lord he was really a mess now wasn't he? "G-gomen..." Yep. Apologize in a language the other couldn't understand. That was perfect.
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Mar 25, 2017 4:21:04 GMT
After a small bit Amos had finished his shower and Michael was only alerted of him being out when the sound of him falling to the floor. Michael had hurried over with worry and knelt down before him, trying to see if he was okay. His skin was flushed a bit, probably from the shower he took, but his brows furrowed in concern as he continued to try and see if he was fine, shaking his head a little. Though Michael had to admit... Amos looked pretty adorable with the way he currently looked. Just why was it that the albino looked cuter wearing his clothes? He swallowed and glanced away for a moment before he looked back to Amos as he sat up. His eyes widened a little when the albino had started to fan himself, reaching a hand out of press the back of his hand against his forehead with concern before he pulled it away and looked down at the towel and clothes being held out to him. The blonde teen blinked as he just stared at it for a moment before looking back to Amos again, watching him as he said something in Japanese. Gods he was cute...for a peasant that is. He lifted his hands to place them over Amos' as he leaned forward and, without really thinking, gently pressed his lips against his forehead for a few moments before he pulled back with a blush crossing his face again. Well shit, he didn't mean to do that. But...gods he couldn't help himself! He swallowed a little before he went ahead and helped Amos up and just guided him to the couch. He gestured for him to sit down and then walked over to the kitchen and grabbed a glass of cold water for the albino. Michael moved back over to the albino and gave him the glass of water before taking the towel and clothing. "I'll be back..." He told him as he then walked off to where his personal washer and dryer was in his dorm and just tossed those in there. It took a few moments but he then came back over to Amos and sat down on the couch near him, looking down as he ran a hand through his hair a bit. Word count: --- Tag: Amos Vang
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Post by Amos Vang on Mar 25, 2017 4:45:21 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] The poor albino hadn't really been thinking about how cute he was, but he saw the colors change, not that he could piece together what exactly that meant. He had noticed them changing alot around this boy. Of course, he backed up a bit as the other leaned in to kiss his forehead, but it wasn't like he had had much warning about it so the contact was still made. "HAAAAAHHHH?!?!?!?!" The hell had just happened!? Why the hell did this person just do that!? He spazzed a bit, but soon stopped as he felt himself being helped to his feet. The poor thing rambled on and on rather quickly in Japanese, confusion and spazzing rather evident as he was plopped on the couch.
He hadn't even noticed the other leaving and returning with some water, so he jumped a bit as he returned. "Nani!?" But he blinked as the other took the things and walked off. Still, he sat there, just staring at the glass of water. Well at least this time he had noticed him leave. Still, he calmed himself down. The other was just looking after him right? Checking for a fever. Yeah. That had to be it. That was why he grabbed the cold water. To lower his temperature. After all it wasn't like he actually had... Kissed him right? Just checking his temperature. Yeah. He could live with that. That was a reasonable... Reason.
After a few moments the other boy returned, and the albino still sat there, staring at the cup of water that had miraculously made it to his hands. The two sat in some sort of awkward silence for a bit. After all, the poor albino was seriously dying. First the incident in the bathroom, and then a kiss. A KISS! "eee..." Yep. He squeaked, the blush in his face moving to darken his ears. There was really no hiding that no matter how much he hid his face.
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Mar 25, 2017 5:43:17 GMT
An awkward silence had fallen over the room as the two boys sat there on the couch, Michael's face still red but not as red as Amos' face. He swallowed a tad nervously as he occasionally glanced over to the albino, taking in how he looked. However, at the squeak that came from Amos, Michael shifted a little in his spot before he pulled out his phone and went to look up some sort of translator on it. "Er..." He shifted again, turning a little to face Amos as he stared at the screen of his phone. He glanced up to Amos before he looked back down to his phone, awkwardly clearing his throat before he attempted to translate what he wanted to say. "Er... W-wa...tashi... Wa... An..anata no... Bo..boifur...endo..desu.." He spoke slowly, frowning a bit as he wasn't even sure if he said any of that correctly. With a red face he glanced back up to Amos again, swallowing a little as he wasn't sure how he'd respond at the moment. Word count: --- Tag: Amos VangNotes: Translation - I am your boyfriend
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Post by Amos Vang on Mar 25, 2017 5:55:50 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] The albino blinked a few times at the words he heard. Of course he recognized most of them. Still, it didn't really help the dark red painted across his features. Well. That was... Er.. "EEEHH! ?!!?!?" Yep, another spastic moment and the boy stood and freaked out a little. Again he found himself rambling in Japenese, freaking out and pacing. Not that the other male could understand or answer any of the questions being thrown at him. "Boyfriend!? Boyfriend!? Whaa!? Oh gods.. Oh no.. Oh shit.. Have we kissed!?!? ..... GAH! What if we've... Oh gods no! Nononononononono! We.. Nono. I'm still a virgin right? We haven't had... Oh nonono! AHHH! How did this happen!? When did I become such a slut!? Dating!? Kissing?!? A boy!!?!?!?" After a few moments, the albino flopped to the floor and put himself in a sort of defeated bowing position at the blonde's feet. Was it true? Was it really? After another moment or so he slowly sat up, just actually looking at him for once. Well, at least he was pretty handsome... And from the looks of this place he was probably rich too. Was that why they were dating? Was he rich too? Though, he really didn't think so. His hands were sort of rough and calloused, whereas Michael's were soft and smooth. Just how the hell did that happen? |
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Mar 25, 2017 6:34:40 GMT
Michael blinked in surprise and sat up straighter as Amos stood and freaked out a bit, rapidly firing off random things he didn't understand in Japanese. He couldn't help but just stare at him throughout his entire freak out. Eventually the boy seemed to calm down and ended up on the floor in what seemed to be a defeated bowing position, blinking once as he looked down at him with confusion crossing his eyes briefly. He scanned his eyes over Amos when he slowly sat up and was still for several moments before he looked down at his phone and tried to translate something else as well. "Um... D-daijo...bud...esuka...?" He asked, his eyes moving back to Amos with a concerned and worried look in his eyes. He shifted a little before he went to translate something else with his phone. "W-wata..shitachi... Wa su-shukan... Deto s-shite... Im...asu..." He trailed off, biting his lower lip a little as he hoped he got that right. Word count: --- Tag: Amos VangNotes: translation one - are you okay? Translation two - we have been dating for a few weeks now
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Post by Amos Vang on Mar 25, 2017 6:56:54 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] The albino still looked fairly defeated about the whole thing. Dating... How could he be dating!? Still, at least he seemed to have some sort of good taste. He made a small face at Michael's attempt at his natural language. It was better than nothing, and honestly, he was pretty amazed that the boy was even trying. Another stupid blush crossed his cheeks as he looked down to his lap. A few weeks huh? And here he was, putting up with this... Whatever it was. He could barely remember who he was, let alone who anyone else was. Still. Only a few weeks... So maybe they hadn't done anything too... He shook his head. Nope. Definitely not going down that train of though again.
Instead, he looked up, taking a glance at the device in the boy's hands. It wasn't a book of any kind, so how exactly was he using it to translate the words into... into... "aah..." His vision blurred a bit and his eyes became a bit unfocused. Still he tried to stay somewhat tuned in. Like the knock on the door. He could hear that. But still, he went back to laying on the floor before he could fall over.
Whether or not Michael actually answered the door, the small feline male peeked his head in before coming in completely. "How is he?" Not that he really needed an answer to that. he could see how spaced out he was. "Hmm. I don't know a lot, but.."
"Amos? How are you feeling?"
"Nnnh..? What?"
"Are you feeling alright?"
"Who... Nn..."
"My name is Luka. Only know a little Japanese. Sleep?"
"A-ah.. Y-yeah."
Luka helped the boy get up onto the couch where he proceeded to curl up and pass out. He hadn't realized just how tired he was until now. A soft smile crossed Luka's face as he moved a bit of the albino's hair out of his face. "He's pretty warm. Shai did mention something about a fever. Oh. I uhh. I brought his coursework but.. I umm.. I figured I might as well just sort of.. Do it for him. No sense in him failing his classes because he can't understand the work. I'm pretty good at forging handwriting so I'll probably just break into his room and get some of his old assignments. Which reminds me uhh.. If he's going to be staying up here with you..." Luka stood and made his way over to wherever Michael was, pulling some clothes out of his bag. "I figured he might want some of his own things. Might help jog his memory a bit. All I could find were some clothes, his wallet and..." He pulled out a small, generic, black flip phone. "I haven't seen one of these since I was like... Ten." Luka chuckled a bit and handed it over.
"Oh! And uhh..." He pulled out a small leather bound journal and handed that over too. "I didn't read anything but most of it is in Japanese anyways so... Maybe he's written about his time here." He shrugged a bit and put his bag back over his shoulder. "I can get your coursework too if you'd like. I can bring it by later tomorrow if you wanted to stay here with him." Of course he was really just trying to be helpful. But despite that, it was pretty obvious that he was still really bothered by something. He just wasn't entirely sure if Michael would even care, it wasn't like they were really close or anything. Still...
"I'm going home this weekend." The words fell from his lips, but he almost instantly regretted actually saying them out loud, but he wasn't quite sure why. "I.. I mean.. I'm going to.. to.. try.." His tail flicked anxiously behind him and his ears flattened upon his head. "I have to see him..." He glanced over towards Amos and bit his bottom lip a bit before shaking his head. "I.. I should go. I'm sorry. Heh. I'll umm. I'll bring your stuff by tomorrow and uhh.. Oh.. I almost forgot his antibiotics. Heh. I'd lose my head some days I swear." He pulled the bottle from his hoodie pocket and handed that over too before turning to leave. "I'll umm.. I'll see you around." After all, leaving before becoming an emotional sort of wreck was probably a good idea right?
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Mar 25, 2017 18:19:03 GMT
The blonde teen blinked as he looked up from his phone again, watching as Amos had laid down onto the floor. He set his phone down and went to kneel beside him, trying to see if he was fine. Though a knock had sounded on the door and Michael glanced over to it with a sigh, standing up to go answer it when it was opened by Luka. Right...he had access to opening any door he wanted. Michael merely just waved him in as he looked down at Amos as he placed a hand on his hip. The question as to how Amos was only earned the third year a look from the second year as he went to move aside for him. He said nothing as he just watched the two of them converse a bit and soon as Luka helped the boy onto the couch. He was silent as he just watched for a few more moments before his full attention moved to the older boy. He said nothing for a few moments as he spoke, no movements being made from him until he shifted his footing a bit. "He just recently took a shower too, so naturally he would be warm a bit still. As for his assignments..." Michael trailed off as he shrugged, not really caring about that. "Fine I guess?" He watched as the catboy dug through a bag and pulled out some peasant clothing and handed it to him, which he accepted reluctantly. "Eh.. Yeah..." He spoke slowly in response about some of Amos' things being able to hopefully jog his memory. Though his eyes moved over to the other items that were pulled out, Michael setting the clothes on the couch to take the wallet and opened that to look through it, a sound of distaste or disapproval escaping him when he saw the contents inside. However he closed that and tossed it with the clothes and lifted a brow to look at the leather bound journal that was handed over to him. He listened to what Luka had to say about it as he turned it over in his hands, his sharp eyes examining it. His eyes flicked up to Luka after a moment as he, too, set that down with the other things. "I wonder just what all he wrote in it..." He mused, glancing down to the journal on the couch with a small shrug. Though his eyes went back over to Luka about getting his coursework and the blonde teen nodded after a moment. "Yeah, might as well. Can't risk leaving him out of my sight. No telling where he'd run off or what he would do to my dorm." He responded as he nodded his head towards the sleeping albino. However, something did seem to be troubling the other boy, making Michael narrow his eyes a bit. He was about to ask him what was bothering him when the boy told him that he was going home. He was silent as he stared at him for some time as he spoke on and soon pulled out a bottle, Michael merely grabbing it and setting that on the coffee table. He said nothing for a few moments as Luka turned to leave, soon approaching him and grabbing his wrist to stop him. He said nothing still as he dragged him over to a chair and pushed him down in it. He said nothing still as he walked over to the kitchen area and pulled a mug out of the cabinet and just began to make a warm drink. After a few minutes he walked back over to Luka carefully with the hot chocolate he had made, marshmallows floating in the chocolate substance. He stopped before Luka and offered him the hot chocolate, waiting for him to take it before a hand went up to scratch a small itch on the side of his jaw. "Uh... My eldest brother used to make me hot chocolates when I was upset.. So..." He trailed off, shifting his footing awkwardly as he shrugged slightly. "Just, um... Drink that... It'll uh, help I think..." He spoke as he moved to go sit on the edge of the coffee table carefully. "Just... You know I'll still help, right? I mean, I may be an asshole and all... But I know that no one deserves to go through something like that..." He spoke after being silent for about a minute. He turned his head to look over to the sleeping albino, falling quiet again for a few moments. "Don't think you have to do it alone, idiot wannabe peasant." Word count: --- Tag: Luka de'Enguarde
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Post by Luka de'Enguarde on Mar 25, 2017 19:09:18 GMT
When you're screaming out But you can't make a sound You know It's only a dream
Cause nothing is as bad as you think Even when you're pulling at the seams When the lights go out you still got me
The older male blinked a bit as he was stopped and brought over to a chair and plopped down. A small sigh escaped him as he sat back and got some sort of comfortable. Still, his eyes continually traveled to the sleeping albino. His mind was racing with all of the things that were troubling him. He wasn't sure how long he had been zoning out but he was brought back into reality by the cup of hot chocolate being given to him. "O-oh. Th-thank you." A soft smile crossed his lips as he accepted the drink. He took a small sip as the other mentioned that he was still going to help him with his little mission. The older boy nodded a bit, but went to holding the warm cup between his hands and looking down at it. "I.." But he paused and looked up towards the blonde. "Thank you. It's.. A lot..." He took another sip and then looked back towards the albino. "Seeing him... Like this... It's put some things into perspective for me... So before I risk everything.. I... I need to see him. To see if he's... Even worth saving anymore.. If he'll be okay or if..." He sighed and shook his head a bit. "I don't know if I can handle it... If he's.. Not my brother anymore..." [googlefont=Philosopher][googlefont=Pattaya][googlefont=Lobster Two]
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Mar 25, 2017 20:21:31 GMT
Michael looked back over to Luka as he spoke, quiet as he just let him speak. He was silent until he finished, looking down again. After a few moments he stood up and moved closer to him and placed a hand on his shoulder as he had moved to stand beside the chair. "He'll always be your brother.. No matter what." He told him, pausing as he moved his gaze to look at his currently amnesiac boyfriend. "We'll get your brother out of there soon. So don't beat yourself up, yeah?" He then moved his hand away from his shoulder and lightly tapped the cup with a finger. "You can leave when you finish that. And I can always offer in my own resources to help too, alright?" He told him before he turned away and moved to gather up the things given to him to put them away some place. Once he was done with that he moved back over to where Amos and Luka were. "Hey... Can you teach me some Japanese too..?" He asked as he looked over to Luka, his expression not really giving anything away. "I had a private tutor who taught me English and Romanian... But maybe I should learn some Japanese too if I have to deal with him like this." Word count: --- Tag: Luka de'Enguarde
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