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Post by Michael Cousteau on Apr 5, 2017 15:00:41 GMT
Another sigh escaped the blonde at the girl's response to his words, simply waiting where he was for his boyfriend to come back. However, as the girl fled he widened his eyes and moved out after her to grab her, only to get a hard kick to the face as she fled to someplace else. Gods, she was an annoying brat! He grumbled and cursed a bit in French as he pulled out his phone, also making sure he didn't have a bloody nose, and contacted a few people to find her and, well, restrain her in any means possible. After that he leaned against the car with his arms crossed, a slight frown marring his features. When his boyfriend returned a few minutes later, he just turned his eyes over to him. At his words, Michael just pointed into the car, since the door remained open, and waited for the albino to get in before he did. He shut the door and leaned back against the seat, placing himself between the albino and the door on purpose, and closed his eyes. "Drive around for a bit and keep an eye out for her." He spoke up to the driver as his arms were loosely crossed over his stomach. The car drove off after a few moments, the divider being put up and leaving silence in the part of the car he and Amos were in for the time being. Michael just remained as he was with his eyes closed, as if he were dozing but really just cooling his head before he'd snap or say something he knew he'd regret. After several minutes of silence, and controlling his temper, Michael sighed and finally opened his eyes to look up at the ceiling of the car. "She kicked me in the face when she ran off." Word count: --- Tag: Amos Vang
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Post by Amos Vang on Apr 5, 2017 19:54:52 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] Amos reluctantly got in the car, a small sigh escaping him. It wasn't like he couldn't just see that his boyfriend was not a happy camper. It took a few minutes before he was able to calm himself down enough to tell him what happened. But the albino didn't seem all that surprised really. After all, it was something he would do. "I'm sorry." There really wasn't much apologizing that he could do. "I'll make it up to you somehow." After a few more moments he knocked on the divider and slid it open. "This isn't going to work, can you pull over please?" Once the car was successfully stopped, Amos moved to get out, pausing for a moment before doing so. "You can.. go back to the dorms if you want to.. It might take me awhile to find her, but I think I know where she'll wind up. I really am sorry Michael.. I.. I didn't mean for you to get so caught up in this. I should just... do this on my own.."
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Apr 5, 2017 22:44:54 GMT
Michael shifted his head to glance towards his boyfriend as he apologized and mentioned he would make it up to him. He sighed slightly and shifted where he sat, watching him as he soon knocked on the divider and informed the driver to stop. He said nothing as the car was pulled over and Amos began to get out. Though he lifted a brow slightly as Amos paused and spoke. The blonde shook his head and grabbed his boyfriend's wrist and pushed him out of the car before following after him. He then shifted his hand to grab his and slip his fingers between Amos'. Michael leaned down to look back into the car, one arm pressed against the side of the car. "You'll be on call for now, so be ready to come pick us up if I call." He told the driver before shutting the door and looked to Amos. "I told you this already, I'm with you in this. So don't make me go back to the dorms. Besides, I've got people on the lookout for her anyway." He told him, leaning his head closer towards him to give him a kiss. He then squeezed his hand and began to walk off without releasing his hand. "Lets go find her." Word count: --- Tag: Amos Vang
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Post by Amos Vang on Apr 5, 2017 23:16:29 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] A small smile crossed his face as Michael got out of the car with him. He really hadn't expected him to actually go along with him. He lightly squeezed Michael's hand in his as they started to walk off. He wasn't sure that the blonde would ever really know just how much this all meant to him, especially since he was so terrible at actually showing his emotions. Still, he was glad that things were relatively back to normal now, despite this whole... Mess.
The two had walked for quite some time, but mostly through alleyways where the car simply would not have been able to drive through, and Amos questioned a few people, but for the most part, they kept to themselves. It was obvious that they were starting to come into a shadier part of town and Amos stopped, pulling his phone out to look at the time, a small sigh escaping him. "How about a break for lunch, hmm? I know of a... decent... Place... Around here..." He had to stop the blush from creeping into his face. After all, the only place around here with actual decent food was his work place, and he didn't exactly want to take Michael there, but at the same time, he figured maybe it wouldn't hurt if the blonde actually knew where he worked.
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Apr 6, 2017 1:01:19 GMT
He and Amos had been walking around for quite some time, the blonde secretly glad he was wearing 'normal' shoes along with regular clothes, despite how it still made him look wealthy, that made it somewhat tolerable with all that walking they did. They had traveled through alleyways and the albino had questioned a few people, but still nothing came up on his boyfriend's sister. As they began to enter the shadier part of town, Michael glanced around and tilted his chin up slightly as his eyes grew a bit cold. However, Amos pulled them to a stop and the blonde turned his attention towards his boyfriend. He listened to him before he shifted to stand before the albino, poking his cheek with a slight smirk. "Oh really now? Good, because I'm starving!" He spoke, stepping forward to drape his arm over his boyfriend's shoulder and lean against him a little. He then chuckled a little and kissed his cheek before he pulled back a little. "Well lead the way then, Amos. My feet are getting sore already." He spoke as he shifted his footing a bit to try and make them feel somewhat better. Word count: --- Tag: Amos Vang
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Post by Amos Vang on Apr 6, 2017 3:03:44 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] He wasn't really surprised that the blonde mentioned his feet getting sore. Despite all the walking they did, Michael still wasn't nearly as used to being on his feet all the time as Amos was. The albino smiled a bit as the kiss was placed to his cheek and laced his fingers with Michael's again before walking off towards his work place. Gods. He had never been there on a day off before. And his boss was probably going to give him so much shit, one fore losing his sister, and two for actually bringing his boyfriend. A blush rose in his cheeks at that thought, but he shook it away. Okay, so maybe this wasn't the best idea that he had.
Still, they made it a few blocks more and there it was, just a little diner looking building crammed between a shop and an alleyway. Amos hurried right on past that, since he still had trouble going back there, especially when his shift ended. It felt rather weird going in through the front door though, and he released Michael's hand to open it for him. Of course, the place itself wasn't half bad. Most of the counters and tables were fairly spotless, the floor was a white and black checkered pattern, and the booths and stools were red. There were more towards the back behind a counter that were barely visible. But of course, that was probably for the best.
"Can I getcha a..." But the skimpily dressed waitress stopped and blinked a few times. "Oi boss. I thought you said Ammy had the day off?"
The albino's expression flattened at the nickname he had somehow acquired. Really, he hated this girl, and it was pretty obvious. Amos motioned for Michael to stay put as he went behind the counter and just helped himself to some cleaning supplies, moving to clean off a table.
"That's already been cleaned."
"Shut the fuck up. I don't trust your ability to do anything but stick your fake breasts in people's faces for shitty tips." He muttered, turning and spritzing the cleaner at her. "Need to wipe the slut off of it." She just made a face and went to the back to complain to her boss. But since Amos was probably one of the few employees without an STD or prostitution charges, he was obviously the house favorite. Amos took his hoodie off and laid it on the seat before motioning for Michael to come and sit down. "I promise it's clean, but I put that... just in case you were still too.. Uncomfortable.."
"Amos! So glad to see your lovely scowl so early in the day!" Amos turned and let the older gentleman hug him. "Oooh. And you've brought such an adorable guest! Don't worry, I won't let Vicki touch your food. Or plates. Or.. Anything for that matter. Oh. I have your check ready for you. Now, I thought you said you needed the day for your sister? Did you scare her off already?"
Again Amos's expression flattened. "I uhh... Lost her." He shifted uncomfortably. "Don't worry. I'm sure she'll turn up."
The older man laughed a bit at that. "I'm sure she's just as scrappy as you. Still, best try and find her before dark hmm?"
"Yeah.. Just needed some lunch before we take off."
His boss shook his head and put his hands on his hips. He really couldn't believe the fact that this obviously rich kid would let himself be dragged to a dumpy little place like this. Let alone with this little albino brat. But then again, Amos had some very endearing qualities, that he was sure this kid had the pleasure of seeing. "Alright then, what'll ya have?"
"Depends on who's cooking." Amos muttered before taking a seat. Though, he really wondered why he was going to dump money into the place he worked at. He didn't think that he had ever been a paying customer before. And it felt really weird to sit at a table not dressed and flirting with some old coot. "Oh and please... Dear gods.. If anyone actually waits on us, I will stab them with a fork."
"Right, So I should definitely send Vicki over then yeah?" Of course he chuckled again and Amos actually cracked a bit of a smile. "As for who's the cook today, you're lookin' at him."
"Oh, in that case..." Amos looked a bit surprised but nodded. "Two of those stacked burgers, fries with that special seasoning, and hmm.. My usual milkshakes."
"It never surprises me how much food your scrawny ass can consume when you actually remember to do so. Coming right up for ya kid."
Amos sat back a bit, but he fidgeted, unable to actually get comfortable with just sitting there. "I hope that's okay, but hey. When you wanna know what's good in a place, trust someone who works there, right?" Amos smiled a bit, but went back to fidgeting, straightening the silverware, fixing the menus and packages of sugar until he stood up and went behind the counter. He couldn't help it, he couldn't just sit here and do nothing. Besides, the salt and pepper shakers were getting a little low at this table. After he had everything he needed, he simply returned to the table, a small sheepish smile on his face.
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Apr 6, 2017 4:15:40 GMT
Michael had allowed Amos to lead the way a few more blocks to where they would be having lunch, his fingers laced with his boyfriend's and seeming at ease walking with him as such. However, as they passed an alleyway, he did take notice of how his albino boyfriend sped up the pace a bit. That caused a small frown to cross his features for a few moments when he briefly thought back to a certain incident months ago. But they had arrived to a small diner and Amos had released his hand, holding open the door for him and letting him walk in. His blue eyes scanned the interior for several moments until they fell onto a skimpily dressed female, his brow raising slightly before his eyes narrowed a bit and he glanced towards his boyfriend at the nickname that was thrown out. Though by the looks of the albino's face...he didn't seem to have the need to get all hostile yet. So Michael remained silent as he slipped a hand into his pocket as he watched Amos clean a table and argue a bit with this 'slut', though then again...she definitely looked the part. Once she was gone and he was motioned over, Michael approached him and glanced down at the hoodie before he side and just smiled slightly. He picked up the hoodie and just handed it back to his boyfriend, giving him a small look with a faint smile. "I'll live for lunch. Besides, dinner will be my treat next." He responded to him before his attention moved over to an older man who had approached. Michael had went ahead and sat down after a few moments, his eyes flicking between the two as he just let Amos call the shots for the time being. When Amos sat back a bit and fidgeted, an awkward silence seemed to fall over the both of them for several moments until Amos spoke up. "Ah, no it's fine. Since you do..work here, you should know everything good anyway." He responded as he offered him a smile. Though his smile faded a bit when Amos had gotten up, after fidgeting with the other things on the table, and disappeared behind the counter to do something. He lowered his gaze a bit and pulled out his phone, just randomly going through it to seem like he was busy while he just sat there awkwardly. Did his boyfriend really have to just...leave him at the table like that? Sure he worked here, but Michael clearly wasn't one used to such...dynamics of a place such as this. Though apparently he didn't have to stay awkwardly alone for long because his boyfriend had, thankfully, returned with some items. He looked up from his phone to watch him curiously before a small shake of his head came from him. "Dork," he uttered out to him in what appeared to be a light jab or tease at his boyfriend upon seeing that sheepish smile, a small one crossing his features more in relief at not being alone. Word count: --- Tag: Amos Vang
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Post by Amos Vang on Apr 6, 2017 4:38:07 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] Amos sat down and placed the things on the table, shaking his head at being called a dork. "I can't help it. I've really never just sat here before. Even on my breaks, if I take them, I sit in back." He shrugged a bit as he went about filling the shakers. Gods, he was really the worst date ever wasn't he? "So uhh... Err.. I know it's not the umm... The best but.. You wanted to know where I worked so.." He motioned around before running a hand nervously through his hair. He supposed it could probably be worse. After all, it was still early afternoon, so none of his regulars were here, which he secretly thanked the gods for.
It was kind of nice that everyone left them alone for the most part. Besides, if they needed anything he knew just where to grab it from. After a few moments, his boss returned with the milkshakes, and surprisingly Amos's face practically lit up. His boss just patted him on the shoulder and went back into the kitchen. "Haaa!" He wasted no time taking the straw into his mouth and sucking a bit down. "Best cookies and cream milkshakes ever. I swear... I'm addicted to these... Oh.. Dear gods.. He put chocolate chips in this time." Amos smiled and pushed Michael's a bit more towards him. "I've never had better ice cream than this place. But see, the trick is, he uses gelato for his employees. So it's richer and smoother, instead of the basic softserve ice cream for everyone else." Though, Amos was almost convinced his boss laced it with cocaine with as addicted to these as he was. Even if he did, he didn't really care. "What do you think? Any good?"
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Apr 6, 2017 5:06:29 GMT
Michael shook his head a little at what Amos said about breaks, if he ever took one that is, and just watched him as he went about doing whatever it was that he was doing. Though at his next words he glanced around before looking back to the albino, leaning forward a little. "Honestly, I didn't expect something like this... But since you're such a great cook, are you a chef here?" He spoke in response to him, tilting his head to the side slightly. Though when the old man eventually returned with milkshakes, Michael leaned back and blinked in surprise at the expression that came across his boyfriend's face. That...was adorable. He grabbed his phone and just put the camera on before aiming it at the albino, quickly capturing a picture or two of him attacking that milkshake of his. A light laugh escaped the blonde as he just continued to watch Amos react over the milkshake, unable to really hold it in. "I've never seen you so excited about something like this before!" He mentioned as he grinned to him. He accepted the milkshake that was pushed towards him and listened to his words before another laugh escaped him, finally relaxing a bit more. "Well, I'll take your word on that, Amos!" He added before he began to suck some of the milkshake down through the straw after a few moments of hesitation. At the question as to how he liked it, Michael released the straw and smiled with a light blush crossing his features. "It's really good! If I have to be honest... I wasn't really expecting it to taste like this. You peasants surely are something when it comes to food." He spoke, shaking his head slightly as he made that light jab towards his boyfriend, nudging his foot against Amos' lightly. Word count: --- Tag: Amos Vang
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Post by Amos Vang on Apr 6, 2017 5:21:43 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] "Err.. come on. You've seen my work clothes.. You can't honestly think that I cook..." He avoided eye contact and stirred his milkshake a bit. "I'm.. A server actually.. I mean.. I cook on occasion if I'm really in trouble or there's no one else to do it." He shrugged and took a few more sips, before he realized what Michael was doing. He blushed and raised his hands trying to shield himself from the images. "S-stop that! you know I hate getting my picture taken!"
Amos shook his head as Michael brought up peasant food being better than he expected. "I like our food better most of the time. Bigger portions, more grease. Good for you. Sure, some of it is kinda bland or gross. But a lot of it is really good. Especially when the boss is in the kitchen. I.. Err... I actually.. Started cooking because of.. Him.. He used to be a chef at a real high end place. Then he had a heart attack and was told to quit for his health. So now he runs this place." He shrugged a bit and continued on his milkshake. "But the stories he would tell... It always seemed so grand."
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Apr 6, 2017 15:34:25 GMT
The rich teen sighed a bit to Amos' response on what his job was, sipping some more of the milkshake a bit for a few moments. "Yeah, yeah.. I saw them..." He responded a bit, shaking his head a little as he looked down at the pictures he had taken of his boyfriend. "Still would rather you be a cook than a server in this place." He mentioned as he then lifted his phone to show a picture he liked more to his boyfriend. "This one looks good." He then leaned forward a little as he pulled his phone back, tilting his head to the side slightly. "I should really take you to a high-end restaurant. Give you a taste of my life," he mentioned as he grinned after a moment. He then reached a hand over to grab his, gently squeezing it. "I'm glad you've got the day off though..." He told him as he offered him a smile. The blonde teen thought for a moment before he laced their fingers together and looked down at their hands, gently squeezing the albino's once more. "It's good you were inspired by someone... And it's amazing at how far you've come as well." His eyes moved back up to look at his boyfriend's face serious-looking for a moment before a fond expression crossed his features. "You'll be a world-class chef in no time. Maybe with your own restaurant even." Word count: --- Tag: Amos Vang
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Post by Amos Vang on Apr 6, 2017 16:02:37 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] Michael mentioned how he didn't really like Amos working as he did here. Not that he could really disagree there. He didn't particularly like his job either, but it paid very very well most days. He let Michael take his hand and lace their fingers together, just chuckling a little at the mention of going to a high end restaurant. "You're kidding right? Come on. They'd never let me in. They can just smell the poor peasant on me." The albino smiled a bit at his joke. But he couldn't help the blush that rose to his cheeks as Michael spoke about his future, his goals in life. Amos rather quickly looked down towards his lap, trying to shield his blushing face from anybody around here.
But he wasn't quite able to pull himself together enough before his boss came over with the two plates with burgers and fries. The older man raised an eyebrow at the boy's expression. In all his time working here, the only time he ever saw Amos's face all red was when he was really mad at someone. But he seriously doubted that was the case here. "Va tutto bene?"
"Ehh... Err.. Yeah..." He was just so talkative today. "Gratzie. For the.. Food." Amos was even more blushy than he had been before, maybe out of some sort of embarrassment.
"Enjoy~ Make sure to come back and see me before you leave to get your money, okay?"
Amos nodded and picked up a fry. Maybe eating would cool his face a little. "So umm... After this.. Are you sure you want to keep helping me find her? I mean.. This is the shady side of town and we might run into some trouble... I.. I don't want you getting hurt or something.. Especially with the way you look I mean.. We could get mugged."
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Apr 6, 2017 16:33:47 GMT
Michael chuckled at the joke from Amos, shaking his head slightly. "Yeah, you just reek of peasant." He responded in a teasing manner with a small smirk. "It'll be fine, I've got the resources to make you look and smell like some rich brat." He spoke after a moment as he winked at him. Though a smile crossed his features once more as he caught that blush from his boyfriend, tilting his head to the side slightly as he just took in how flustered he looked. However, the old man had arrived soon enough and Michael squeezed Amos' hand gently before he released it and leaned back some. He flicked his eyes between the two of them as they spoke, his eyes briefly moving to the plates being set down to examine this peasant food, before the man left. He turned his attention back to the albino as he picked up a fry and spoke. He was silent for several moments, picking up a fry himself and carefully eating it. He then sighed and stood up, moving over to stand close to and beside Amos. His hand moved back discretely to pull up his shirt slightly to reveal a hidden gun there, just enough for the albino to see. He gave him a small look as he released his shirt and fixed it to hide the gun. "Not on campus so I'm fine." He told him, shifting to face to him. He licked his lips a little before he leaned down, resting an arm on his shoulder. "I can handle myself in shady areas, Amos. I've got eyes and ears in plenty of places." He then slid his arm back to grab his shoulder and squeeze it gently. "I'm still coming with you to find her," he told him. He then kissed his cheek and moved to go sit back down and continued to carefully eat his food. "How can you eat something so greasy and messy? Where are the napkins?" He spoke, making a small face as if he hadn't just shown him his weapon and all. Word count: --- Tag: Amos Vang
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First Year
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Post by Amos Vang on Apr 6, 2017 16:52:49 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] It wasn't like Amos hadn't assumed that Michael was carrying a gun. Quite the opposite in fact. He would have been more surprised if he hadn't been. But still, it was a comfort to actually see it in a way. Another blush crossed his face as Michael kissed his cheek. A small chuckle came from him as the other mentioned napkins. "Oh come on. The mess is part of the fun." Amos still slid out of the booth and moved to go behind the counter to grab them some extra napkins, returning and placing them in the middle of the table. "The grease makes it super juicy. And really, really good. Besides, I like to get the extra juices on my fries. Tastes better."
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The kind of dark that haunts a hundred year old house Running from my past I'm praying feet don't fail me now!
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Male
17
Years Old
Bisexual
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user is offline ●
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Foresight
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Umbralkinesis
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Fear Manipulation
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'Let the darkness consume you...'
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Creeps
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Second Year
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Apr 6, 2017 18:30:21 GMT
The blonde teen scoffed at Amos' response on the mess part of the food being part of the fun. "Gah, makes me feel dirty!" He quickly responded before his boyfriend slid out of the booth they were in to go get napkins. Once he came back with the napkins, he quickly grabbed one or two so he could wipe his hands clean. His eyes flicked over to Amos as he spoke about how the greasiness of the food made it taste better, just listening to him for a few moments before he dropped the crumpled napkins on the table and held his hands up slightly in surrender. "I give, I'll try your greasy food." He spoke, flashing him a small smile. He was hungry still after all, and it was quite the treat to see how his boyfriend reacted to their meal. He shifted to sit closer to his boyfriend, dragging his plate along and nudged him slightly with his elbow. "Er... Can you... Show me..?" He asked as a small blush crossed his face in embarrassment. True they might have gone out to eat some peasant food before, but that was not very often and he had quickly gone back to his way of life. Word count: --- Tag: Amos Vang
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