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Post by Michael Cousteau on Apr 5, 2017 22:28:54 GMT
Michael had shown Lucien to his next class and gone on to his own, steering clear of anyone else in that class as he focused mainly on getting everything done so he could get out of there. He would occasionally send his boyfriend a few texts during the class before he had to eventually leave for his next class. When he had arrived to his next class he took notice of the albino surrounded by people. He shook his head slightly, about to go to his seat when the albino took notice of him and greeted him before coming over. He didn't do anything as Lucien wrapped his arm around his shoulders and walked over to his desk, the blonde merely glancing over to the Italian as he spoke. Michael had to think for a moment before he shrugged a little, lifting a hand to run it through his blonde hair a bit. "Mm, don't know... Still have to meet up with Amos after school. Though I'll see if I could make it to join you." He spoke as he glanced towards Lucien once more, not really bothering to pull himself away. "Though be sure to keep me informed of any that you visit! Maybe I'll join one," he added as he tilted his head to the side slightly. Word count: --- Tag: Lucien Castiglione
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Can't you see the lie in all this truth?
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Post by Lucien Castiglione on Apr 5, 2017 22:58:22 GMT
Your sin gonna waste you brother, No way you'll be alright You're fuckin' with the wrong wolf baby Darkness gonna break your light No prayer gonna part my thunder No one's gonna change my mind You're fuckin' with sickness baby, Your heart is a plague on mine I am a Missle, I am the Fire Love is Destruction "Ahh! Si, si. I can understand that. A strange one your boyfriend is, no?" For once he had managed to meet someone that didn't particularly seem to like him. But Michael did so that was fine. Lucien managed to somehow find his own seat, a few girls passing him notes and phone numbers. He'd get a sly little smirk on his face with each new number, blowing a kiss randomly to whoever had passed him the note. As for class itself. It was boring. But he thought most classes were rather boring. At least... Until a kid sort of emanating darkness came in and moved to sit right behind him. Another amused smirk came across his face as he decided to stick his foot out to trip the kid. However that didn't work as well as it should have and he wound up being jabbed rather quickly in the diaphragm. Lucien blinked a bit as the air left his lungs and the kid took a seat. "Nice of you to join us, Mister Almassi." "Blow me." The dark kid flopped down in his chair and put his rather dirty combat boots up on his desk, putting his headphones on his head, despite the teacher's protests, but it was very obvious the kid could give two shits less. Lucien coughed a few times as regained his breath. The rest of class went on fairly uneventfully, at least until the last few minutes or so. The dark male decided to kick Lucien in the back of the head, or just generally throw balled up bits of paper at him throughout the class, and by the end when everyone else was packing up, Lucien was very obviously irritated. So once he was able, he slid his butterfly knife from his pocket and hid it in his hand, approaching the other male, not drawing too much attention and snapped the headphones on his ear. "Oi what the fuck man!?" "Could you kindly leave me alone?" Lucien smiled, bright and friendly, but obviously faked. The other kid made a noise before spitting on him. Of course, in his mood, Lucien wasted no time leaning down all nice and coy, muttering something into the darker male's ear before jabbing him rather repeatedly in the gut with his knife. Of course, had anyone really been watching him, they probably would've noticed. But everyone was busy packing up and chatting with friends and just generally ready for the end of the day, so there wasn't much to worry about there. Still, Lucien removed a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the blade and his hand clean before hiding all the evidence in his bag. "Tch.. Heheh.. Gonna hafta do better than that. Fucking retard." Gods he hated this kid. "How about a real show huh?" By now Lucien had turned around to go bother Michael, but the thought of a challenge piqued his interest. Still, for now he ignored it and went over to the blonde, nice and friendly as usual. "So, did you have a place to meet later in mind? Or would you rather just text me later?" Hie head tilted slightly to the side as he smiled brightly at his new friend, ignoring the swearing kid currently trying to hide the fact that he had been stabbed. After all, that was just more trouble than it was worth. But this war is mine, this war is mine [googlefont=Bigshot One][googlefont=Mirza]
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Apr 10, 2017 15:39:04 GMT
Michael had gone to his desk and just did his own thing throughout the class. Occasionally someone would try to get him to pass a note to Lucien but Michael would just glare at them and tear the note up instead and went back to work, paying no mind to the albino as he did his own thing and got other notes from other people. However, the blonde male glanced up briefly as someone walked into class seeming to emanate darkness. He only looked back down and continued his work, glancing over towards Lucien as the kid jabbed him and then took a seat behind the albino. He glanced between the teacher and the kid before he slipped his phone out and sent a text to Rishe, questioning him about the kid who had just walked in. Of course, he only knew that he was a 'Mister Almassi' so he had sent that last name towards the fourth year via text as well. After that Michael went back to work and relatively ignored everything else around him. Once class was over, Michael gathered his things up and turned his attention towards Lucien when he had approached him. He flicked his eyes between the albino and the other kid for a few moments before he shrugged a little and slipped a hand into his pocket. "Uh, don't really know... I mean, I don't have a lot of friends nor do I really hang out with people all that much..." He admitted as he lifted his hand out of his pocket to rub the back of his neck as he glanced away. He then looked back to Lucien and tilted his head slightly in thought, soon dropping his hand to his side. "How about we meet up at Semora Hall? Not sure when so I can send you a text once I'm free." He suggested to him, moving to stand between him and the swearing kid so he could start to guide his friend out of the class. "I need to meet up with the head of the brigade as well... Need to exchange a few words with him. Though I'll grab him if I see him in the hall." Word count: --- Tag: Lucien Castiglione
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