[attr="class","mouths1"]    Illuminating, golden eyes scanned the documents once, then again, and then a final time. It had been two years since he had arrived here at Aurora Academy and there were times where he still did not understand his internship. Theodore Silveira worked for a well-known artist in Silver Falls. His commissions easily had quite a bit of zeros added to the price tag. The annual auctions and charity events raised quite a hefty amount of currency as well, yet the artist never made themselves physically present at his events. Having an intern position with this supposed artist though, was apparently highly sought after in the art world and as Theo would have it, though he did not know it, he was certain that he had made some enemies to quite a bit of people. He could understand why though. Him, a wannabe, aspiring high school artist with no motivation to even lift up a pencil to sketch. Him, a working poor Brazilian boy who had a crime attached to his name though he knows he did not do it. Him, someone who no one would call “worthy.”


    Theo growled to himself as he ran his hands through his purple hair and leaned back on his bed. He was hardly in the mood to play errand boy for an artist who did not even think it necessary to show his face. Nevertheless, his instructions were laid out for him and Theo already skipped many classes. He wasn’t even sure what his grades were looking like as of this point, but he was still on the attendance and his was still enrolled into the school, so he figured that he had to have been passing. That or the artist he worked for was paying for him to stay enrolled. Which is why he actually put effort into doing whatever his boss had told him to do. The last thing Theo had ever wanted was to be kicked out of Aurora and wandering the Silver Falls’ streets. So, he settled. A happy boss made for a peaceful existence. Grabbing a belt from his nearby belt and hat rack, he slid it through the loops of his dress slacks. If there was one thing the Afro-Brazilian boy figured he would be proud of would be his height. He was standing already at seventeen at 192 cms with promise to grow even further.


    It made no sense. It was just a commission. Why would he have the need to dress up? Theodore kissed his teeth together as he conjured up a mirror in front of his desk from thin air. He placed it on his counter and stared into it. Currently, the tawny-skinned boy was half-naked, shirtless, which gave more than enough of a view of his surprisingly toned body. Looks, as of the current moment, was all that he had to his name. In the past, he had noticed when he first had to dress up for these events; it would be for an auction or charity. Something, worth dressing up for. For the past few months though, there were odd commissions that he would dress up for. Sometimes for the wealthy of Silver Falls. Other times, they were normal looking, middle class people. Sometimes, other artists who donned distressed or acid jeans with a whole bunch of smeared paint all over them. He would tell them what he was instructed to do, handle the money, and be dismissed for the evening. Other times, there were women to impress. At first it was interesting; fun even to have older women daunting on him. But then the insincere compliments started to bore him. Not bothering to wrack his brain over it, he dismissed the thought to the back of his mind, which brought him back to the present time and rather the present noise and thumping in the hallway.


    Theo could hear voices and figured that it was probably some rowdy underclassmen. The usual. He shrugged turning his back from the door and opened a window. Pulling out a cigarette pack and a lighter he put the smoke stick between his lips until he could hear the panging noise of his own door opening and slamming close. His auric, feline slid towards the door to face a small, pale skin, blue eyed, blonde hair tomboy. A pretty little thing that if it were any other day and any other moment where he was not so annoyed, Theo would not have minded whispering whatever she wanted to hear in her naïve little ear. He arched a well-groomed eyebrow. Just who did the pipsqueak think he was barging into people’s room without permission?


    His knowing, luminous eyes hardened as he blew out a cloud of smoke towards the kid’s direction. “You’re in the wrong wing querida.” He flicked the loose ash end of the cigarette out the window before mustering up a hateful glare. “So, get out.” If there was one thing he respected due to his mother’s upbringing, it was that he was not one to hit girls, but…other methods? Well, if it was to get his space back to himself, he was not totally beneath that.

[attr="class","mouths1"]Theo’s eyes followed the tomboy’s cerulean ones and found him staring at his own body. She had no shame did she? He had thought about grabbing his dress shirt, but the idea lapsed inside of his mind. The damage was done. What was there to hide? It was completely useless. Besides that, he was in his own room. Modesty, if anything was certainly optional for him.

“I-I’m not a girl. And this is the guys’ dorms, so it’s my wing,”

Oh ho, so the spitfire, little tomboy actually was a boy and with a little bit of a temper too. He took a long drawl out of his cigarette thinking of the various ways he could curve said disposition. He gave the younger male a long, almost-predatory looking once over as he spoke. Even though said boy had defiantly denied any femininity about him, could he truly blame Theo for mixing him up for a girl? He was practically built like one. There was a distinct difference in height for starters, Theo clearly the taller of the two. He was hardly toned in the muscle department. His skin was a smooth pale. Very much so contrast to his darker, mahogany skin. Where Theo’s eyes were salient, knowing, and defined, the boy’s larger, azure eyes before him were a bit naïve-looking, kinder, hopeful, purer. His features, rather than just handsome could be more so associated with being…“pretty.” It probably did nothing for an upperclassman’s reputation, but there was something about that purity, that hope that still shined in his eyes that tempted the older Brazilian boy to suppress…extinguish even.

Theodore kept on hand leaning slovenly against his desk. The cancer stick perched in his mouth as he watched the underclassman gather himself together. His emotions stemmed from a grain of annoyance to a more surrendering and placating demeanor. He apologized and Theo nearly wanted to roll his eyes at that one. For running into my room like you owned it or getting pissed with me for mistaking you like a girl? The thought ran through his head immediately knowing that somehow some way, this was going to lead to a sob story. Something the upperclassman was hardly interested in.

“The hall monitor’s looking for me, and I sort of panicked. I think it might be about paperwork for my dorm again, and I’ve had a lot on my plate. So I just didn’t want to deal with it.”

Ladies and gentleman, there it was. The audacity of this kid. A freshman. Kota so he introduced himself as, frankly Theo could hardly give one or multiple fucks. If he got himself into a bind, it would have to be something that he would have to get himself out of without barging into his private space.

Languidly, the Afro-Brazilian slinked his way toward Kota, his luminous, halcyon eyes trained directly on him. With his left arm, he placed it around Kota’s back pulling him closer and towards the direction of the door while in turn opening said door with his free, right hand. Theo was beginning to grow unnerved that he had to repeat himself. “Well, querido, my name is ‘I really could give a shit.’” He pushed Kota harshly to the now open door and tossed him another glare. By now the kid had to get the message. He was not in the mood. Unfortunately, he had somewhere to be, and the last thing Theodore Silveira wanted was to get into more problems at the hand of a first year runt. “So this is the last time repeating myself; get out before I call whatever hall monitor is out there so they can find you, myself.”

To the third year, if it was not for his benefit, it was a complete waste of time and as of the current moment, Kota was proving to be just that: a complete and utter waste of his time.

[attr="class","mouths1"]He could not take a hint. The younger boy just could not take a hint and he was completely riding Theo's last nerve. A huff of air followed by a brief frown showed up on Kota's face and Theo matched it evenly with an attitude of his own, but what had made him completely raise and eyebrow and honestly re-evaluate just how he would get the first year out of his room was his comeback. He could hold his own. That much was for sure:

“I didn’t think you were the type to snitch on a person in need. But by all means, go ahead if you feel the need to.” He had slid easily from underneath of Theo's imposing arm leaving the elder boy still facing towards the door. Was that a smirk he saw? Dakota had made his stance clear. He was not going to leave and Theo's room was going to become his refuge. But what had infuriated him even further was the fact that they did not know each other at all, yet he seemed to already know, or at least trust in the idea that Theo was not going to tell. He was right though. The Brazilian native was not one to snitch at all. His lips were sealed when it came to the secrets of those he trusted and of his own and that was certainly due to the life he had back home in Sao Paulo. Slowly, Theo slinked around to face the blonde, placing his hands in his pockets giving him a less than desired, annoyed look. He seemed so unbothered and defenseless, having the gall to make himself comfortable on his bed, rambling into a tangent while simultaneously managing to screw up one of his mother tongues. Inwardly, he cringed. Accents not being placed properly, but he was a westerner. An American, so he presumed and that was to be expected. He let it roll off of his back.

"Actually...Could you teach me Spanish? There’s these guys that speak it in one of my classes, and I always have a feeling they’re talking about me. It makes me paranoid. Imagine if I walked in there one day and just spoke the language right back to them. That would be awesome!"

Theo said nothing. He simply walked towards the boys sitting form letting out another breath of smoke before placing the cigarette into a near by tray. "Porque eu deveria, hm?" As he approached the bed, he placed his hands besides Kota's thighs encasing the boy without much room to escape. He wanted to stay here. So be it. But this kid was not going to take completely control over a domain that did not even belong to him and think he would take temporary residence living here scotch free. His golden eyes bore down into Kota's cerulean pools. Truly, Theo had towered over him inclining his head forward. "Tu entras no meu quarto...Fazes confortável. Mas quanto a mim, hm?"

Easily, he had managed to have Dakota pressed against the bed in what Theo would consider under any other circumstance a rather desirable and possibly compromising position. Then again to Theo, a pretty boy such Dakota underneath of him was definitely a desired position. Purple locks hung around the Afro-Brazilian's eyes. "Asking me to teach you Spanish. Demanding that you stay in my room..." He had easily switched to English, but his voice was nothing but a buzzing purr in Dakota's ear. "You're quite the needy one aren't you?" Theo licked his lips, the closure part of his tongue ring quickly sweeping across before tilting Kota's chin up to face his eyes directly. "If you're asking for a favor, you need to make an exchange." Theo's eyes cascaded slowly from the crown of Dakota's head across his sweet features and landed on his pants. The suggestion was more than obvious in his luminescent eyes. Let it be said that Theo was still agitated for him showing up in his room, but since he was not getting to the boy, he figured scaring him off sexually might have worked. Either the boy would get weirded or grossed out and leave or become offended. Either way, the end result was that he would hopefully leave. Frankly, Theo hardly cared. He was running out of options before he would throw Kota out of his window and continue on with his day, but a reaction might have provided more than enough amusement for him.

"So just what are you going to do for me?"