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Post by Amos Vang on Apr 18, 2017 16:58:48 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] All anyone could talk about this whole month it seemed was this stupid god damned dance. It wasn't like he had any intention of going. Way too many stupid ass teenagers in one location with all their stupid bright ass colors. The school itself was enough, but cramming everyone into a single area was just fucking ludicrous. Of course, sitting here at lunch was always bad too, as literally every single student was here for it. Still, he tried to pay attention to his supposed friends instead of all the excited colors. Girls wanting some sort of romantic night dancing, guys wanting to get lucky. It was all just so utterly pathetic. "Did you hear me over there?"
Amos looked up from the tray he had been zoning out at and shook his head. He had stopped actually paying attention to Adrian's stories a long time ago. "I saiiiiid. I need your guys's help. I mean really. I can't not go to this thing like you two losers. I need to find a date." Great. More dance related bullshit. Blah. Blah. Blah. "I think that Lucien kid is pretty damn cute. But he's probably already got so many dates.. I mean lookit him over there with all those-!" Yep, Amos tuned him out again, going back to staring at his tray.
Luka shook him once lunch was over. He hadn't even realized that he had fallen asleep. Still, the albino stretched and yawned a bit. "Well.. Time for class then..." The day was pretty useless as far as he was concerned. Rishe was being extra obnoxious, harassing Luka about the dance, and how if he didn't find a date, that Rishe would force one on him somehow. Still, Amos resisted the urge to punch him in the face, as he had been some form of cordial lately. Classes were boring as usual, and after school, he didn't even bother waiting for Michael, simply going to his dorm and getting ready for work. He felt like he really needed a shower after all the bullshit he was forced to sit through.
Work was just as awful as ever, if not even more so, as he really wasn't in the mood to deal with these assholes either. And he found himself often zoning out while it was slow, slowly replying to whatever messages Michael sent him. So.. He was hanging out with Lucien then? A small growl rose in his throat at that. But apparently it was dance related, so he guessed he couldn't be too jealous. Finding new suits or something. Still, this albino was rather jealous of that one. Amos had plenty enough insecurities without Michael's new friend hanging around. But it wasn't like he was a controlling boyfriend either. Michael could do whatever the hell he wanted, and most of the time, Amos wouldn't say a word about it. It just wasn't his place to. "Oi! Get your pretty little lily white ass out there!" The albino sighed and shoved his phone back in his pocket. Well... Back to the grind he supposed...
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All day Lucien was pretty much flocked by girls and boys alike. He really couldn't help that he was attractive and charming. He tried to hang out with Michael at lunch like he usually did, but he was so swarmed by people that he decided not to subject the blonde to all of that, and eventually he apologized and switched tables. Still, he told Michael that they could talk in class or meet up after school, and that he really did want to just hang out and do things.
When class came again, Lucien managed to sneak over next to his blonde friend for a few moments and let out a sigh of relief. "Gods. I thought they'd never go away. Anyways. I wanted to ask you if you were up for maybe shopping with me? I need to drop by the tailor and pick up some new suits. Figure maybe you can tag along and get some too." He shrugged a bit and sat on Michael's desk for the moment. "Have you decided if you're going or not? To the dance? Oooh! Bet your boyfriend looks great in a suit! Hey! If you know his measurements maybe we could get him one too!"
Of course class started and Lucien gave Michael a small wave as he made his way back to his desk, seemingly actually taking notes. But that wasn't what he was really doing. The truth was, he had so many potential dates, that he was actually keeping a list of the people that asked him so that he could try to narrow it down later. Class ended with little incident, and he went about the rest of his day like normal. The two waited for awhile after school for Amos to show up, but he didn't, instead, Michael got a text saying that he was running late for work and that they would have to get together later. "Che peccato(that's too bad/what a pity). More time for us then, no?"
The two were currently out at a little place that Lucien frequented. When it came to smoothies, this was the best little shop, and gods he was super addicted to them. Of course he treated Michael to whatever he wanted, because, like the blonde, Lucien didn't really have any shortage of money, and he often just recklessly spent it on whatever the hell he felt like. But for now, the two were sitting there, Lucien drinking his smoothie, and having a small discussion about the dance. "Mio dio.. What am I going to do? So many names, and I don't really want to go with any of them." He sighed a bit and shook his head, pushing the paper filled with names over to Michael. "You're lucky you know. Such a good boyfriend to go with. Have you thought about how you're going to ask him yet? I mean.. Some people are really romantic about it. Dinner or flowers or giant displays of weird affection." He chuckled a bit. "I don't really see your amore accepting those though. Oh! But hey! Maybe we could get something set up anyways, no? Just for fun? Romantic little dinner, some pretty fresh flowers. We could set up the lighting and music and everything in your dorm, or his even. Surprise him when he gets off work? Come onnnn! It'll molto divertimento(much fun)!"
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Apr 18, 2017 19:52:27 GMT
Michael had been hanging out with his friend, Lucien, lately, a tad oblivious to his boyfriend's jealousy over him. The blonde had been getting rather annoyed with how people kept surrounding the albino when he was just trying to hang out with his friend. All of this for a stupid dance. He hadn't even minded when Lucien switched tables, merely nodding in response to his words on being able to talk in class. "Good riddance..." He muttered as he went about minding his own business in relative peace. He, unlike the albino second year, didn't even get a single note slipped his way about the dance. Whether it was because he already had a boyfriend or because of his infamous attitude during school...he didn't know and he didn't really care. People were stupid. Eventually he got to his next class and was sitting at his desk when Lucien had come over, his eyes moving up to look at the albino as he sat on his desk. A small scoff escaped the blonde at his words, lightly poking his leg with a pencil. "Are we girls now?" He lightly chided him at the mention of going shopping, though paused at the questions on if he was going or not to the dance. "I don't know... I mean, Amos doesn't seem to be much of a person to go to such a thing. Same thing to me but mostly because people don't like me." He responded with a shrug, crossing his arms as he leaned back in his seat. Though...Amos in a suit was definitely a sight to see. And hot. "Okay, okay... I'll come join you on your little shopping trip. Just stop bothering me about it." He spoke, smirking slightly in amusement before he lightly pushed him off his desk and waved in return to the boy as class started. He ignored everything else mostly as class proceeded with the day, the blonde just wanting it to be over with already so he could leave. The rest of the day was rather uneventful, aside from him kicking a few people's asses while on his brigade runs, and he was finally back with Lucien waiting for his boyfriend to show up so they could leave. But a text from his boyfriend alerted him that he was running late for work. "He's gotta work, better just leave without him I guess." He informed his friend, shrugging a little as he pocketed his phone. They were currently in a place Lucien frequented, the blonde sipping a smoothie that had been bought by the albino. He listened to the Italian speak as he mentioned not knowing who to go with to the dance, soon looking at the paper that was slid his way. Good gods what a lot of people. He set his smoothie on the table and shook his head, looking back to Lucien as he lightly waved the paper in the air. "Lucky? Yeah, I'm lucky to have him but to actually go somewhere that public with him? Yeah, no." He mentioned, going to drink some more of his smoothie before he choked a bit on it from Lucien asking him if he had asked yet or how. He coughed a few times and tapped the table a couple of times before he got his breathing back. "I... I don't know... I mean... Like hell I'll be seen in his dorm anyway! And like... Um... I don't know if he even likes.." He trailed off with a groan, setting his head down on the table in defeat. "I've never planned a date like that before..." Word count: --- Tag: Lucien Castiglione
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Post by Lucien Castiglione on Apr 18, 2017 20:51:22 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 Lucien chuckled a bit at his friend getting all flustered the way he was. "Oh? So you don't want to go then? Hey, maybe if he says no, you could go with me instead!" Of course he meant it as a joke. After all, he knew Amos would probably try to kill him. "I was thinking of asking that weird number kid from fifth hour, just as a joke. But I really don't feel like bleeding all over my brand new clothes." He shook his head a bit and looked back towards the paper. There really were way too many names. "Hmm. I just figured breaking into his room would be kind of fun. More of a shock to the system, no? It'd be the last place he'd expect you to be." He shrugged a bit and sipped at his smoothie. "Mmmm!~ I love these things!" After a few moments Lucien's eyes traveled back to the blonde. "Well. I hear there's a secret anti-dance party going on somewhere too. You could always go travel there instead. All the people that don't want to actually go to the dance but still want to hang out. Mostly upper classmen I think." He pondered that thought for a few moments. "Baah. But it's not nearly as fun as seeing everyone all dolled up~." He really did have a soft spot for cute girls in pretty dresses, and hot guys in tuxes and fine suits. "But come on now! Planning a date is the funnest part! I'm sure he'll really appreciate it, especially if he's always the one planning things, no?" But this war is mine, this war is mine [googlefont=Bigshot One][googlefont=Mirza]
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Apr 19, 2017 15:05:55 GMT
Michael glanced up to Lucien once more as he mentioned an anti-dance party that would be happening as well. Hmm, well he could possibly check that out if Amos truly declined to go... Though a sigh escaped the blonde teen as he sat up straighter when he spoke of planning dates being the funnest part. "Well... He always seems to beat me to it.. That and he never lets me pay for anything while we're out!" He responded, crossing his arms as he shook his head. He fell quiet for a few moments in thought, staring at his smoothie for a moment or so before he shook his head again. "Fine, fine. But you're helping me plan it. Cause uh... I don't really know what to do..." He spoke, soon leaning forward a little. "But you will rethink it once you see how the lower dorms are. They're closets." He spoke, making a small face at that. So yeah, maybe he still wasn't all that fond of going down to the "poor" section of the dorms but that didn't put much of a problem between his and Amos' relationship anyway. "Hmm... Speaking of which..." He trailed off as he pulled his phone out to text his boyfriend, asking him when he got off or when his break was. "Maybe we can steal him away for a little bit." Word count: --- Tag: Lucien Castiglione
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Post by Lucien Castiglione on Apr 19, 2017 15:30:20 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 Lucien smiled and nodded. "Of course! I plan the best dates!" Well, at least that's what he had been told anyways. "But first! We really should go to the tailor's. He should be free by now. Can't go to a proper dance without proper attire." Lucien stood up, taking the rest of his smoothie with him and pocketing the list of names that he still hadn't chosen from. Once out of the little smoothie shop, the albino hopped into a car that had been waiting for them. After all, he hated walking nearly as much as Michael did, and always had a car around. Of course he could have just driven them himself, but where was the fun in that? "So I'm thinking black with red trimming for me and... Hmm... Perhaps something similar for your boyfriend? Though.. I'd really hate for him to look better than me. And maybe something fun for you. Not that your usual white attire is bad or anything, I just think maybe a grey or something would be a nice change, no?" ~ ~ ~ ~ As bored as he was, Amos still tried to keep himself busy. But he received a text from Michael and rolled his eyes a bit as he read it. No way in hell was he going to meet up with them looking like this. Sure, Michael had seen his work attire before on the rare occasion that he was running really late and needed a ride. But even then he had the decency to cover up as much as he could. Lucien on the other hand... So he replied, saying that he got off work at 11 that night and that he would see him after he showered. That was acceptable enough right? ~ ~ ~ ~ Lucien led the way into the tailor shop, looking at all the fine suits and tuxes and dresses. There were plenty more of the latter two given that the dance was coming up. "Anri? Are you here today?" Of course he wasn't entirely sure that the well adjusted music teacher would be to the shop yet. And he was kind of disappointed to see the assistant at the counter. "Do you know if he's coming in this evening? I have a few new orders to-" "Lucien! Ah! So good to see you!" And there he was, his long violet hair pulled up into some sort of bun on the back of his head, glasses on his face, most likely magnifying to help thread needles and properly hem and stitch the clothing. He moved those to the top of his head. "Ah! Monsieur Cousteau! What a pleasant surprise! Come come sit sit!" He motioned to the boys to follow him over to the stools near the counter. Lucien always chuckled at his thick French accent. Really, it was worse than Michael's even. "What can I get for you?" "Well, the dance is coming up so we need something good to wear. You've already got my order in, but he needs something too. I was thinking some sort of slate grey maybe?" "Hmm.. Well. We can see... I'd hate for him to get washed out. What is his date wearing? Or is he like you and hasn't picked one yet?" Lucien snorted and shook his head. "Well, his date doesn't have anything either. Maybe you can whip something up for him too? Er.. Michael.. Do you have a picture of Amos somewhere in-" "Ah! No need!" Anri smiled brightly. "I have just the thing for Monsieur Vang." After all, it wasn't like Amos was a very common name these days. Still, Lucien blinked. He had been unaware that the music teacher knew Amos too. "I was waiting to give it to him until he made up his mind about the orchestra ensemble tryouts. But... The dance will do." "Well. That's easy then I guess. All we've got left is you then." But this war is mine, this war is mine [googlefont=Bigshot One][googlefont=Mirza]
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Apr 19, 2017 18:28:46 GMT
Michael grabbed his smoothie and followed Lucien out of the shop and to he car that was waiting for them. He hopped into the car with his friend and sipped at his smoothie as they were driven to the tailor's. His boyfriend wouldn't be off until eleven that night so...maybe there would be time to plan something for the albino first year... He just slipped a hand into his pocket as they arrived at the tailor's and soon entered the shop, still sipping at his smoothie as he listened to his friend speak with the well adapted music teacher. He just nodded a little in acknowledgement to being greeted, soon heading over to the stools and sitting down with Lucien. He didn't even bother to pull out his phone as Lucien suggested him showing a picture of his boyfriend since he knew this teacher, er tailor, knew his boyfriend all too well. However, at the mention of his boyfriend already having an outfit, Michael lifted a brow and glanced over to Lucien before looking back to the man. "Uh... Okay then.." He spoke, taking another sip of his smoothie before he handed it to Lucien to hold. "Well, let's get started." Word count: --- Tag: Lucien Castiglione
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Post by Lucien Castiglione on Apr 19, 2017 19:59:44 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 It was a nice little experience, very polite, with random jokes and the tailor/teacher speaking in French as he took the boy's measurements and pulled out color and fabric swatches for him to feel and choose. "Of course I can make something else for Monsieur Vang! I'm sure that he would look good in all sorts of colors! We could even use Lucien as a test subject!" He spoke in French and Lucien just glared at them a bit upon hearing his name. "He is very talented you know. Your little love. He has such a wonderful ear for music. And plenty of other talents too I would imagine." The teacher spoke in a rather fond sort of tone. Then again, he did like to think of the boy as his favorite student. He cherished him much as a parent would a child. "he has changed so much from meeting you. He's been working very hard on a surprise for you. And he composes such beautiful tunes." A soft smile played on the tailor's face as he finished jotting down all his notes. "Ah! Lucien, come now. Let's check and see how your new clothes fit hmm? Right over here, I had them all laid out for you." Lucien nodded and went into the dressing room, pulling the curtain closed as he went to try on his new outfits. He was glad that the two of them seemed to be bonding anyways. But this war is mine, this war is mine [googlefont=Bigshot One][googlefont=Mirza]
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Post by Michael Cousteau on May 14, 2017 17:30:27 GMT
The blonde teen had a relatively nice chat with the French teacher/tailor as he took his measurements and offered out color and fabric swatches for him to feel and choose. "I want to see what you've picked out for him first. Though...if we can indeed use him as a test subject as you so stated, we could possibly pick something out that would look best on Amos." He responded to him, his native tongue just as smooth as his silver-tongued parents' words. However, at the mention of a surprise, Michael blinked and gave the older man a curious look. "A surprise? Well, it's not much of a surprise now that you mentioned it, no?" He spoke, though still extremely curious as to what his boyfriend was planning for him. Gods, he really did need to enlist Lucien's help on planning a surprise for the albino. Once he was finished getting his measurements taken, he moved over to where Lucien had been and sat down on the stool, grabbing his smoothie to drink again as his albino friend went to go try on new outfits. "Hey, Luci, careful to not look hotter than Amos!" He called over to him with a small laugh, completely at ease with his newfound friend. Word count: --- Tag: Lucien Castiglione
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Post by Lucien Castiglione on May 14, 2017 17:48:14 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 "Oooh? Does that mean that you think I'm hot then?" He asked, finishing up with his suit before stepping out. The black and white and red really did suit him. And it would more than suit the younger albino. But still, it was definitely custom suited for the Italian. Lucien straightened his tie a bit before turning a bit. "Well, I mean. I am much hotter than him. But only because I have such a charming smile, hmm?" Of course he was only teasing. Sort of. He was the type of person to be rather full of himself. But this war is mine, this war is mine [googlefont=Bigshot One][googlefont=Mirza]
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Post by Michael Cousteau on May 15, 2017 3:25:52 GMT
Michael scoffed a bit in amusement at his first set of words, soon lifting a brow as he stepped out to show himself off in his outfit. Okay, he had to admit he looked nice in that. And if this albino could pull it off...damn. Yeah, he couldn't deny that Lucien was hot too. He blinked to his next words and scoffed again before he took another sip of his smoothie. "I think the headless mannequin looks hotter." He shot back with a teasing smirk. "How long will it take until I'll be able to try on an outfit you've made for me?" He questioned the teacher/tailor, tilting his head slightly. Okay, so maybe he was having a little fun with this shopping thing with his friend. But it wasn't like he did it often anyway. Word count: --- Tag: Lucien Castiglione
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Post by Lucien Castiglione on May 20, 2017 21:56:20 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 The violet haired man made a noise before standing up at the question and moving off and into the backroom for a few moments before returning with a suit for the blonde. "It might be a little big, but we can hem that up, no troubles. Oh! And here!" He handed it over before running off again for a moment before returning with a few more. "There, that should keep you busy for a bit while I fix this... Mess." He looked towards Lucien who raised his hands and clapped them over his heart. "Oh how you wound me!" ~ ~ ~ ~ After they had gotten everything worked out, including a lovely suit for Amos to wear, the two went off to a few other places, picking up some food, candles, and flowers. Lucien hadn't been kidding when he said he was going to help make this night a special one. After all, he needed his friend to be happy. "So. Once we're all set up, what do you want to do with the rest of the day? Oooh! Maybe we should go and get you a nice fresh hair cut and some delicate cologne, no? Ahh! Let's do that! Just a touch up, no?" But this war is mine, this war is mine [googlefont=Bigshot One][googlefont=Mirza]
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Post by Michael Cousteau on May 20, 2017 22:17:11 GMT
Michael accepted the suit that had been given to him, soon blinking as the violet-haired man had rushed away only to bring back a few more for him. He nodded to his words and snickered at the comment about his friend, smirking over at the albino Italian before he hopped up from the stool he had been sitting on. "I'll go try these on then. I'll try not to take too long!" He spoke, chuckling a little as he wandered off to go do just that. ~~~~~~ Once they had everything sorted out, including quite a lovely suit for the blonde's boyfriend, the duo had departed the tailor shop and went about shopping for items to set up a date for the younger albino. All in all, Michael was rather glad Lucien was helping him with this. He had just been thinking about how his boyfriend might react when he heard Lucien speak, causing him to blink and look over at him. "Huh?! What's wrong with my hair?" He questioned him, a hand flying up to touch his precious locks as if to make sure they were indeed fine. "Besides, the date will be in my dorm. I can't bring myself to really go into a closet on the lower floors still... But hey, everything will look better in my dorm, no?" [googlefont=Alice][googlefont=Lobster]
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Post by Lucien Castiglione on May 20, 2017 22:31:52 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! Is fine. Just thought you might want a trim." Not that he could really talk with how long his hair was. "Or an attractive scent. You know, just for some added fun~ Always helps to smell fantastico, no?" Then again, he wasn't sure how the blonde and his albino lover really got along intimately, and it wasn't really his business either. But he was a nosy little thing. "Ehh. I'm sure you'll just have to charm him in oooother ways." He snickered a bit, nudging the blonde with his elbow. Once they got back to the dorms, it was easy enough to set everything up, and the albino quickly scurried off, bidding farewell and asking Michael to share every single naughty little detail with him. It was always fun to see the blonde so flustered. ~ ~ ~ ~ Amos returned to his own dorm, only to find a paper slipped under his door. Some sort of invitation up to Michael's room. He sighed and shook his head, debating whether or not to just crash after his shower, but the longer he thought about it, the more he had to wonder if it was something important. Something he wanted to talk about face to face instead of over text messages... Was that why he hadn't just texted him to meet? The albino shook his hair dry a bit as he got dressed in something simple, not knowing what the plan was, and headed up to his boyfriend's dorm. He knocked lightly on the door, but he leaned in to listen as he could swear he heard music... Was Michael hosting a party or something? No. That wasn't right either. Michael wasn't very social. Again he knocked, pulling his shirt straight a bit. Oh gods. What if he did have guests or something in there? Maybe he should have dressed better... But this war is mine, this war is mine [googlefont=Bigshot One][googlefont=Mirza]
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Jun 5, 2017 19:36:44 GMT
Oh gods, this was surely a mistake. He wasn't used to planning dates, much less romantic ones like this. What if he turned him down? What if he didn't like the music? Would the music going away make it better? Perhaps he should just...oh shit, he was at the dorm wasn't he by the sound of that knock. The blonde teen froze, panicking a little as he tried to fix his appearance while also making sure everything was right as well. Oh gods, the music... But no, there was another knock. Maybe he wouldn't notice if the music just...suddenly cut off randomly during the date? Yeah, that'd be better right? It took him a few moments to collect himself before he went over to the door and opened it with a blush on his face. Okay, so it was probably rather obvious he was nervous as all hell about the date he'd planned, er well Lucien planned, for his albino boyfriend. "Amos! You look really nice..." He spoke, his eyes moving over him before he offered him a sheepish smile and then awkwardly invited him inside before he shut the door behind him, resisting the urge to smack his head against the door as well. "Um, right.. Uh..." Oh how the words failed him right there. His hands fidgeted with the hem of his shirt as he fixed it a few times before fixing his hair while he glanced around. "F-food! Right, um... I made some dinner... B-but we can always redo it if it's not, well, good... And no need to lie or pretend it's not either cause, well, I'm no cook." He managed out as he gestured for the albino to come join him at the table where he was already headed as well. That music... Gods, did he even like it? But what if he didn't like it? How could he ask him if he didn't like it or whatever without making him feel awkward or uncomfortable then? Luckily the blonde had already served their plates before the albino had arrived, so all that was on the table were a couple of lit candle and a flower he was sure the albino would like along with their food. He held the albino's chair out for him to go ahead and take a seat in before he'd carefully push the chair into place with the albino on it before he took his place across the table. "I-I know you normally do the date planning but, um... I thought it'd be nice for you to... Um, have a surprise like this... To treat you to a date that you didn't plan... N-not that I don't enjoy our dates anyway! I do, I really do I just..!" His blush darkened as embarrassment joined his nervousness then. Oh, he definitely needed to get himself together... [googlefont=Alice][googlefont=Lobster]
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Post by Amos Vang on Jun 6, 2017 5:21:40 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] The albino blinked a bit at how flustered his boyfriend seemed to be as he answered the door, panicking about who really knew what. However, at the comment of him looking nice, he just stood there, raising an eyebrow and looking down, putting his arms out a bit. "I'm in my pajamas..." He muttered. "How the hell do I look nice? Especially compared to you, mister catalog suit model." Still, he moved into the dorm and just... Stopped. What? What the hell was... All of this..?
"Uhh.." Did he forget an anniversary or something? Well.. No. That wasn't very like him. "You.. You did all this..?" He blinked a bit in some sort of true shock at the fact that the blonde could really even do something like this. It wasn't exactly like Michael was the spontaneous type outside of pulling his gun out on people. Slowly he moved over to the table and took his seat, looking down at the food and the flower before him, still in some sort of shock. The blonde went into some sort of frenzied mentioning about how he always planned the dates, and how he thought he might like it if he didn't for once, which he supposed was probably true, but it still shocked him a bit. "Uhh.." He wasn't entirely sure what to say in all honesty, and was really too surprised by it to say much of anything at all. "It's... Uhh.. It's good." Damnit. What the fuck kind of stupid ass line was that!?
The albino shook his head a bit and looked up towards the blonde and smiled. "Sorry.. It's great. I love it. I just.. Uhh.. Tired is all. Long day.. But uhh. Yeah. It's great. Let's umm.. Should we.. eat then?" Not that he was too particularly hungry, but the blonde had gone through the effort of making it himself, so of course he was going to eat it. "Ahh. Nonsense. The French are the best cooks in the world, right?" He smiled and chuckled a bit. Gods.. What stupid words would come out of his mouth next? Oh sorry Michael, I'm retarded because my brain turned off about five hours ago? No. That wouldn't work either.
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