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Post by Luka de'Enguarde on Mar 25, 2017 21:40:20 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
Luka just nodded at the other's words, leaning into the hand on his shoulder a bit. But it didn't last long as Michael went off to put Amos's things away. He took the time to finish his cup of hot chocolate, not even getting half way done with it by the time Michael returned. "Hmm? Oh uhh.. I only know simple things. Things you pick up when you lock yourself away in your room to study and watch tons of anime like a loser..." he made a small chuckle sort of noise. "Hello, How are you. Good night. Simple things." A small blush came across his face and he laughed a little. "And.. I like you. Like.. Like like you. Heheh. That one might surprise him a bit hmm?" ~ ~ ~ ~ After awhile, Luka left, having taught Michael what little that he did know. He seemed to be in a lot better of a mood than he had been when he had arrived. He parted from the room and went off to his own to go and make Michael some sort of Japanese cheat sheet for later use. ~ ~ ~ ~ A small groan left the albino as he started to come to. It had been a few hours since he had originally passed the hell out. "Nnngh..." He snuggled into one of the couch pillows and made a little noise of contentment. "Aaah...~" What a nice nap. Still, he turned to look out at the room. He vaguely remembered it. Had he dreamed it all? His stomach grumbled a bit again and he stretched, but didn't bother moving from his position laying comfortably on the couch. [googlefont=Philosopher][googlefont=Pattaya][googlefont=Lobster Two]
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Mar 26, 2017 1:21:44 GMT
Michael listened to Luka speak about not knowing all that much due to just studying and watching anime. He shook his head a little and shifted in his spot a little and then blinked as he offered just what words and all he knew. He grinned a little after what he said and chuckled some, nodding his head. "Heh, best start teaching me right away then!" ~~~~~~ It had been a few hours since Luka had been helping Michael learn what little he knew in Japanese. The blonde simply having some fun a bit with the third year through the time of his lesson with the boy. However, he had eventually left to go make him a cheat sheet and Michael was left cleaning up some snacks he had pulled out. At the sound coming from over by the couch, Michael quietly moved over to see Amos waking up a bit, the blonde leaning against the back of the couch and looking down at him. He smiled as he watched him for a few minutes before he gently reached a hand down to touch his shoulder, trying to not startle him. "How are you?" He asked carefully in Japanese, stumbling slightly over the wording but otherwise said it alright. Word count: --- Tag: Amos Vang
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Post by Amos Vang on Mar 26, 2017 1:40:22 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] The albino did jump a bit as his shoulder was touched, but he simply turned around to lay on his back instead, looking up at the other male. He blinked for a moment at the words out of the other's mouth, a small smile crossing his face. He nodded a bit in response. He was good. A bit of a headache, but nothing he couldn't live with. "Hmm..." He stretched and sat up a bit, looking around the room again. It was night time now, at least that much he could tell. "Aah.." He wasn't exactly sure how much the boy could've learned in such a short time, so he talked rather slowly. Still, Luka was a smart kid and decided to learn key phrases together. Like the one Amos was about to use.
"Is there anything to eat?"
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Mar 26, 2017 2:10:56 GMT
A smile stayed on Michael's face as the albino smiled up to him and nodded, glad that he understood what he had been trying to say. He kept his hand down until Amos sat up and stretched, Michael straightening up as he watched him with a rare fondness. Luckily for him, Luka had taught Michael some other key phrases together, which had also enabled him to luckily understand what Amos asked next. He grinned and nodded a little in response to that and then beckoned for him to follow as he walked over to the kitchen area. He gestured for him to take a seat at the table that was there. He waited a moment for Amos to get settled before he went to get something from the fridge but stopped and it his lower lip. Hmm... Maybe... He pulled out his phone and called Luka, only trusting him really for this information - or rather question. "Do you know any fancy Japanese places that deliver?" Word count: --- Tag: Amos Vang
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Post by Amos Vang on Mar 26, 2017 2:33:19 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] Amos blinked at the other male but nodded and got up, stretching a bit again, only stretching vertically hurt a bit and he winced and placed a hand on his stomach as he followed along behind the blonde to the kitchen. He nodded and took a seat, gently tapping his fingers against the table before folding his hands in his lap. The other male went off to make some sort of phone call and he just watched him.
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"Do you know any fancy Japanese places that deliver?"
"Uhh, not exactly deliver..."
"I can't have take out so it has to be fancy, you got it?"
"Would it help if I brought it to you? Wait.. Why cant you have take out?"
"..... It will kill you. It must be fancy!"
"I guess I'm dead then"
"Peasants are immune to it!"
"Uh huh.... How will you know the difference?"
"Just do it!"
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By this point, Amos had gotten up and found a notebook and a pen and was just doodling away at the table out of sheer boredom. Of course Michael had given him some snacks to tide him over until Luka arrived with the food, which he had mentioned could take awhile. But once he had, he just let himself in and walked over to the table. Amos tilted his nose up a bit, sniffing the air, more than a little interested in what was in the bags the feline male had brought. Luka began pulling out take out containers, much to Michael's dismay, just shaking his head a bit as he lay them out. "Well what did you expect? Fine china? We have hibachi, teriyaki, sukiyaki, sushi, sashimi, and miso soup." Of course each thing other than the soup had a variety of flavors and types.
Amos was more than comfortable just popping all the lids off of things and looking at them as he carefully began to serve himself a plate. Luka just nodded at him and shoved the now empty bags in his messenger bag. He always had a need for bags. "You're lucky I'm a rich kid or I'd be giving you the receipt. Anything else you want? Oh. Right." Luka dug in his bag again and pulled out a small plastic convenience store bag. "Had some trouble finding this stuff." Pocky, Ramune, and some other Japanese styled snacks and drinks.
Amos's face lit up a bit as he grabbed one of the glass bottles and quickly went to work popping it open. "Domo! Domo Arigato gozaimasu!"
"Wow. Formal thank you. He's really grateful for all this." Luka nodded and bowed ever so slightly, earnign a returned boy from the albino. "Well, I'll be getting out of your way then. Since you have enough food for a few days no doubt." Luka really had gone over the top and had probably easily brought half the menu. "If you need anything else just call and let me know alright?"
"Itadakimasu!" Luka shook his head and smiled as the albino clapped his hands together in excitement before eating beginning to eat his food.
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Mar 26, 2017 3:20:47 GMT
It had taken quite a bit of time for Luka to arrive with the food he had requested, the blonde having given Amos some snacks to keep his hunger at bay. He had been watching Amos doodle in that journal of his when Luka finally arrived, Michael turning his head to watch him enter. However, when he began to pull out the containers a look of dismay and what could only be disgust crossed his features as they were set on the table. "Tch, I told you no take out! Do you honestly want me to die?!" He spoke, looking the slightest bit offended from the food that was brought over. Though he shook his head and watched as Luka pulled out other things much to Amos' excitement. That expression on his face...it was too cute. Michael couldn't help but smile a little as he watched him, soon chuckling a little as Amos apparently gave a formal thank you to Luka. He tilted his head to the side slightly as he watched him a bit longer, a small hum of thought escaping him. His eyes then moved to Luka as he spoke, nodding after a moment in acknowledgement. "Yeah, I will. Oh, how are you coming along with that cheat sheet you're making for me?" He spoke, moving over to the table to make himself a plate as well. "Mm, you can make yourself a plate too if you want." He added as he gestured towards an empty seat, even thought he himself was still standing, and continued to make himself a plate before moving away to get some glasses of water. Word count: --- Tag: Amos Vang
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Post by Amos Vang on Mar 26, 2017 3:31:01 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] "Oh, right." Luka dug into his magical bag once more and pulled out a folded piece of paper and handed it over to Michael. "I got quite a bit down for you. Might still struggle with some structure, but he should be able to get the gist of whatever you're trying to say. I've also put basic responses, so hopefully he'll keep things easy enough for you." He shrugged a bit and shook his head when food was offered. "I uhh.. I don't eat... Err.. I'm a vegetarian so.." Most everything he had gotten them had meat except the soup, but it wasn't like he had really planned to stick around for the meal anyways. "Thanks though. I'll drop by tomorrow probably just to check on things before class. Maybe I'll bring some breakfast hmm?"
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Mar 26, 2017 4:48:31 GMT
The blonde teen accepted the folded piece of paper from Luka once he got back to the table and set the glasses down and opened it up to look over it as the boy spoke. He nodded a little in acknowledgement to him before he folded it up again and then sat in his own spot. At Luka's rejection to joining them, Michael shrugged and began to eat a little before stopping and leaning back in his chair as he looked back to Luka. "And lunch. Fancy lunch. Lobster!" He spoke, snapping his fingers a couple of times in the air as that came to mind. However, he soon waved farewell to Luka as he went back to eating, hungrier than he had expected. Only thirty minutes passed before he stopped and grabbed his glass of water and drank that a little as he eyed the glass bottles a little. He set his glass down and shook his head a little before he ran a hand through his hair, sighing a little as he leaned back in his chair. His eyes were closed for several minutes before he opened them again to look at Amos, just scanning his eyes over the boy's face for a few moments. He then grabbed the folded cheat sheet to help him speak, taking a few moments to study it "I like you, Amos." He managed to speak, lifting his gaze a bit to see the reaction from the albino. Word count: --- Tag: Amos Vang
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Post by Amos Vang on Mar 26, 2017 5:06:07 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] The albino waved to the feline as he left as well, though Luka made a comment about the amount of seafood currently on the table before he did so. After all, there was a lot of seafood in all that food. Still, Amos went on eating until he was no longer hungry, and then decided to busy himself with cleaning everything up, putting the lids back on whatever was left and putting it all away in the fridge, then he even went as far as to take the dishes and wash them, despite the fact that there was a dishwasher right there.
Once everything was cleaned and put away the albino sat back down, popping open a second bottle of Ramune and going back to the sketch he had started before. It wasn't like it was anything important, just a plant off in the corner of the room. He would look up every now and then, but for the most part he was content just sketching away. However, he had taken a sip of his drink when the words his his ears. He had to keep himself from spitting it out, instead taken a hard gulp in shock. "N-n-nani?" His face flushed as he stupidly blinked at the other male. "Aishi... Aishi..." He shook his head and pushed himself away from the table a bit.
Love? LOVE?!? No. That had to be wrong. The albino stood and hurriedly made his way to lock himself in the bathroom where he could freak out in private. That had to be wrong. There was something wrong yep. No way someone like that would say something like that to him. Something lost in translation had to most definitely be the... The boy didn't realize he had been pacing until he slipped on the tile and fell, grabbing for the shower curtain and pulling the whole thing down on top of him, as well as bashing his forehead against the edge of the tub.
"AHHH! SHIT!" Well hey, at least an English word had come out of his mouth right?
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Mar 26, 2017 17:42:12 GMT
Michael's eyes widened when he saw how Amos reacted to what he said. Did he say something wrong? As Amos fled the table to go lock himself in the bathroom, Michael quickly grabbed his phone to look up what he had said. He was silent for several moments as he stared at the words, soon standing up quickly with a red face. "I'm going to kill that asshole..." He muttered, about to call the third year when he heard a crash and a shout come from the bathroom. He dropped his phone and raced over to where the bathroom was in a panic, trying to open the door before he just kicked it open and rushed in. "Amos?! Are you okay?!" He asked quickly and worriedly, hurrying over to the albino teen as he pulled the shower curtain off of the boy and just tossed that into the tub before he just simply gathered the teen in his arms and carried him out of the bathroom to set him on the couch. He cupped his face in his hands to try and see if he was hurt anywhere else. He then pulled away and made a 'wait' motion with his hand before he hurried over to where the kitchen was. Once there he grabbed a small ziplock bag and opened the freezer to his fridge, soon taking ice from the ice box and filling the bag up a bit before closing both that and the bag. He then grabbed a cloth and wrapped the ice up before going back over to Amos and gingerly pressed the icepack he had made against his forehead, a concerned look currently present across his face. Word count: --- Tag: Amos Vang
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Post by Amos Vang on Mar 26, 2017 18:05:47 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] The albino was just in the process of sitting up when the door burst down. He couldn't believe hos strong this kid was, just whisking him away like this. Then again, it wasn't like he was super heavy or anything. he felt himself being plopped down on the couch and his face being taken in between the other boy's hands. Of course, before he could say anything about that Michael rushed off to make an ice pack for him and returned to press it against his head., "Gahh. Michael. I'm fine! Just a bump!"
He blinked a bit and raised a hand to his lips. "Well. Looks like I can talk again."
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Mar 26, 2017 19:40:39 GMT
Michael blinked in surprise at the words coming from Amos, just staring at him before he pulled the ice pack away from his forehead a little. He opened his mouth to say something but quickly closed it and pressed the icepack back against his head once more. "Maybe I should of had you be hit in the head sooner!" He spoke, masking his relief as he gave him a look. He just kept the icepack pressed to the albino's head still as he fell silent for several minutes, eyes locked onto it. He pulled the icepack back after a few minutes to examine the bump on his head. "Are you sure you're okay..? I mean, we can have Shai check it out just to be safe." He spoke finally, breaking the silence as he gently ran a few fingers of the bump. Well, at least he didn't have to struggle with Japanese anymore either. So that was a plus. Word count: --- Tag: Amos Vang
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Post by Amos Vang on Mar 26, 2017 19:58:27 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] The albino made a face, a small amused smile at best, at the whole bumping his head earlier thing. "Well hey, at least now we know for next time right?" Of course, speaking was really the only thing that was brought back. Most of his memory was still quite hazy as it turned out. "Yeah, I'm alright. I'm just trying to get my bearings still is all. Looking through that journal helped I guess, but I don't really remember this place or..." Well, he didn't want to say that he didn't really remember the boy, but he supposed he probably should. "The last few weeks are pretty... fuzzy still." Well that was something right? Better than straight up admitting that he didn't really know who the boy was to him. "Ah.. S-sorry. I'm sure it'll come back though." At least he hoped it did. "Though.. I still have to admit.. It seems I have good taste." Another small amused smile, but also a slight blush made its way into his cheeks.
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Mar 26, 2017 23:12:42 GMT
The blonde teen released a breath to his comment about hitting his head, shaking his head slightly with a small smile. "Idiot peasant..." He spoke, soon pressing the icepack back against the bump on Amos' head. "Though I am...glad you are fine," he spoke after a moment. He went silent as Amos spoke again about his memory still being fuzzy, taking a few moments to pull the icepack away again. "We hated each other at first. I'm rich and you're a poor peasant." He spoke, scanning his eyes over his face a little. "But... You took me out on a date after I tried to bully you a bit in the music room. We just...clicked." Michael shrugged a little and gently rubbed his fingers over the albino's bump on his head, trying to see how bad it was now. "I didn't mean to say it like that... I.. Luka was teaching me some Japanese and that's just what he told me. Didn't know it was...that intimate." He spoke up after a few moments, shrugging a little again. "So... Sorry, I guess." He went quiet again as he thought about what Amos mentioned about having good taste, a small smile crossing his features as he seemed to grow more at ease then. "Definitely good taste. I'd date me if it were possible," he responded in a light joking manner. He then moved a little closer to press their lips together, his arm with the icepack resting over Amos' shoulder. He placed his other hand on the couch as he kissed him a little more, though also gave the albino plenty of ability to push him away as well. Word count: --- Tag: Amos Vang
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Post by Amos Vang on Mar 27, 2017 1:35:22 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] This guy really did like that "P" word didn't he? Did that mean that he thought there was too far of a difference between them? Well, certainly that couldn't be the case, otherwise why the hell would he be here taking care of him like this. "Oh! So you mean this isn't my room? Damn, and here I thought maybe I was loaded." Of course a small smirk crossed his lips at the joke. He had never actually thought such a thing. Still, he continued to listen to the rest of the story, however short it was.
But soon enough the other male went on to apologizing for the words he had spoken. A dark blush rose into his cheeks and he shook his head. "L-lost in translation is.. is all..." A small squeak escaped him before a little laugh as the blonde mentioned dating himself. "Oh I'm suuure you coulda found someone at least a little closer to you huh?" He shook his head and laughed a little more. But rather suddenly the other was closer to him, and he backed up a bit, but there is really only so far you can go on a couch.
A soft squeak left him at the kiss, his body stiffened a bit and all of the bells and whistles and red flags went on in his head, but he sat there, unable to move in some sort of shock. After a few seconds it got a little more... Pressing, and he did actually push the other away, quickly scooting away from him to where he could stand and make his way into the kitchen. He took a bit of time fumbling for water, dropping and breaking the glass he was going to use before cursing and picking it up. Of course he was a clumsy bastard when he was flustered and cut his hand, but he didn't really seem to notice, throwing the pieces away. Shit, that single glass probably cost at least half his paycheck... Oh right.. He had a job... Well, it was a great time to remember that now wasn't it? "Ahh, sorry sorry! I'll get it all cleaned up don't worry!"
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