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Post by dustin woods on Jan 13, 2013 5:36:00 GMT -5
Dustin hated lunch. He didn't have many friends - if any. He usually ate a alone. Like now. He was sitting by himself at a table near the window. He wasn't talking to anyone, instead just nibbling at his fries - the only food he got. Giving a gentle sigh, Dustin's eyes closed, his ears would no doubt be back if they weren't hidden under his hat. Most days he skipped lunch, hid in the library - today he was starving, yet already regretted it. The feeling of hunger was more comfort than the awkward silence.
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Post by Lune d'Eclair on Jan 13, 2013 6:23:20 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][style=float: left; width: 250px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify; padding: 5px] "Oh, merci!" He offers a beaming smile to the person that hands him his lunch, carrying his tray rather lightly with his small hands. He has a platter of a BLT sandwich, alongside a side dish of some French fries - and although they were named wrong, he can't help but to love them so dearly. He also has a can of Sprite, but he's brought a can of Cherry Coke from home, and he knows he can't finish both of them. He could offer a can to his English professor, but he'd probably turn it away. Something about being a manly, man of a man, or something stupid like that. The thought of his professor does make him smile, though, and places an additional spring in his step.
He was about to go and sit at the curb outside, to enjoy the fresh air, but he catches a sole person alone - seated on a table, by himself. And honestly, that's not a welcome view. Chewing on his lips, he instead turns his steps to that table, giving a small smile to his friends seated some paces away - he'd say sorry to them later, but he liked making new friends. He carefully approaches the table, although his warm grin says everything else, before sitting down at the spot right across from the other, setting down his tray and glancing at the other's plate. "Hi," he says, and it's quite obvious that he doesn't really care of what the others thing as he sticks out a hand, "I'm Lune. I couldn't help but to see you all alone, so ... I mean, I had nowhere to sit, either! I hope you don't mind." Then, as if he thought of something, he takes the can of Cherry Coke from his bag and places it next to the other's fries, before pushing ahead his tray that has a small saucer of ketchup to share.
"... I uhm, uhm! It's really nice to meet you." Big smile here, crescent-shaped eyes there. [/style] [style=margin-top: 6px; width: 100px; height:100px; float:right; font-size: 7pt; font-family: calibri; font-weight: bold; text-align: center; border: 5px solid #fefefe]
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Post by dustin woods on Jan 13, 2013 6:35:25 GMT -5
The voice nearly scared the hell out of him. Jumping, wide eyes stared at the friendly boy. He didn't say anything for now, just blinked at the over excited male before attempting a nervous smile.. and nervously shifted. "I..uh..hi..". He spoke this with a mumble before eyeing the drink. ..He liked that. In fact, he loved cherry soda. Yet he quickly looked at the other, gently frowning. " ..i.. I'm relaly sorry, but..do I know you?". He quickly looked down after asking this. He hoped he did not accidentally insult the other.
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Post by Lune d'Eclair on Jan 13, 2013 6:46:07 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][style=float: left; width: 250px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify; padding: 5px] Of course, he didn't expect the other to be as equally excited as he was, but it was worth a try. He sees the other glancing at the can of Cherry Coke, though, and he smiles, pushing it more to the other's side. "Take it! I don't need it. Besides, fries without soft drinks don't taste as good!" Then, as to emphasize this, he also pushes the ketchup more to the other's side, picking up a fry to nibble on himself.
He hadn't really imagined that he'd ask of who he was, but Lune doesn't mind. Instead, he keeps up his smile and merely giggles, taking a bite of his fry as he does so, before taking a sip of his Sprite. "I'm Lune! You probably don't know me, because we probably have different classes. I just wanted to say hello." He blinks, then, because he's truly curious; but he represses the inquiry, merely finishing off his salted fry. "I thought that it would be lonely, really. Life's too short to not have friends. Or enemies. Or both!" Of course, enemies wouldn't be so good to have on one's roster, but they still built character, didn't they?
S-stupid psychology book, making him so confused! [/style] [style=margin-top: 6px; width: 100px; height:100px; float:right; font-size: 7pt; font-family: calibri; font-weight: bold; text-align: center; border: 5px solid #fefefe]
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Post by dustin woods on Jan 13, 2013 7:15:16 GMT -5
Dustin wouldn't know if they had the same classes or not - he never paid much attention. Still, he offered the other a nervous smile before slowly nodding and pulling the drink close - though he didn't open it yet. Instead he just eyed the other rather nervously.. before giving a nervously smile and nodding. "My..names Dustin. I think i've seen you around..". Maybe. Oh god. Talking. How did people talk?
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Post by Lune d'Eclair on Jan 13, 2013 8:03:54 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][style=float: left; width: 250px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify; padding: 5px] "Well, Dustin! It's very nice to meet you. I'm Lune. Lune d'Eclair, but mostly, just Lune." His hand, still outstretched for a handshake, is awkward and a little tremulous, but he keeps it up there - he's sure that the other can see, anyway. His smile is placid and soft, and it sure seems like it's not going to leave anytime soon - but when Dustin says something about seeing him around, the smile seems to intensify a whole lot, as he picks around his BLT sandwich for a piece of lettuce. He picks at the vegetable leaf with his fork, merely pushing it around his plate.
He dips his fry in the saucer, before taking yet another bite of the crispy, golden-brown fry, chewing on it thoughtfully. "Well, I have psychology ... And English. And French. Is there any classes you take? I-I mean, of course you take one. B-But I meant ... Together? Take one together." He swears he's not trying to sound so stiff and awkward, but the other's not giving him a lot to go by! Still, he thinks at the chance of making a new friend, and merely clinks his can of Sprite against the other's Cherry Coke.
"T-To a new friendship?" And yet, it comes out more as a question! Aye vey. [/style] [style=margin-top: 6px; width: 100px; height:100px; float:right; font-size: 7pt; font-family: calibri; font-weight: bold; text-align: center; border: 5px solid #fefefe]
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Post by dustin woods on Jan 13, 2013 8:09:22 GMT -5
He accepted the handshake rather nervously, but he continued to smile for the other, being polite. It was a bit strange, but hell, at least someone was talking to him. Nibbling still at his fries, the boy smiled a bit brighter at the name. So french. ".. I take English! so.. yeah..~". A weak laughter was heard and the boy lifted his drink to the other in reply, slowly nodding. Yeah..friendship? ..sure, why not. He was up for it. He was sweet after all!
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Post by Lune d'Eclair on Jan 13, 2013 8:21:40 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][style=float: left; width: 250px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify; padding: 5px] His smile brightens even more when the other decides to shake his hand, and he grasps it firmly before letting go, perky ( as always ) in his seat. He brushes away a strand of white hair that sticks to his food before taking a bite of the delicious sandwich, chewing on it, before swallowing and washing it down with a sip of Sprite. "... Why don't you eat more, Dustin? Don't you get hungry if you eat only fries? I mean, fries are super délicieux, but they're not as fulfilling as a sandwich. Or a burger." As if to emphasize this, he takes a bite of his sandwich, but feels a little sorry; besides, what kind of a friend did that?
Taking the plastic knife, he cuts up the sandwich into two pieces and hands over the un-bitten piece to the other, smiling thoughtfully. Maybe he could share that, too! He wasn't so hungry, after all. And besides, sharing was caring, wasn't it? "It's really good," he says, before going ahead and placing all of his lunch onto the table to share with the other, "and so are these! Chocolates melt in your mouth, you know! I hear it's from Belgique - oh, I mean, Belgium. I'm sorry! I try not to ... speak French." [/style] [style=margin-top: 6px; width: 100px; height:100px; float:right; font-size: 7pt; font-family: calibri; font-weight: bold; text-align: center; border: 5px solid #fefefe]
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Post by dustin woods on Jan 13, 2013 8:25:45 GMT -5
"..I don't mind. I can kind understand - and it sounds nice.". He attempted a more brave smile, before sighing and gently pushing the sandwich back at the other, slowly shaking his head. "Thank you very much..but I really don't eat much - I usually just eat dinner! ..You're really sweet though". Painfully sweet. Dustin didn't deserve to talk to such a sweet, pretty boy - or even be called a form of a friend. He was too kind, too cute. Oh gosh, he was being pessimistic again.
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Post by Lune d'Eclair on Jan 13, 2013 8:32:34 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][style=float: left; width: 250px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify; padding: 5px] Oh. Of course, he had been too outgoing! Swallowing thickly, he looks a little bit embarrassed, tapping his blunt nails onto the can of his soft drink and taking a slight breather. "It's not good that you eat so little, mister Dustin! You should eat a lot. You look really tiny! You know, I'm trying to grow taller, too. Can't be really intimidating if you're so petit." Smiling, he takes another bite of his sandwich, grasping a fry with his forefinger and thumb to eat in a second.
"Right, English! Do you take it with me? I-I'm sorry if I haven't noticed you before, mon ami! I just try my best to not keep any eye-contact with anyone in that class - especially professor Séverin." Oops, secret given. But he was so sure that he could trust Dustin, that he didn't even mind. [/style] [style=margin-top: 6px; width: 100px; height:100px; float:right; font-size: 7pt; font-family: calibri; font-weight: bold; text-align: center; border: 5px solid #fefefe]
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Post by dustin woods on Jan 13, 2013 8:55:33 GMT -5
He never really thought to scare others, but when he talked about being small, Dustin frowned and looked at his arms. They were poles. He hated his body - it was so tiny, frail and disgusting. He would never be strong, brave - he could never be an amazing cop like Sterling. There was almost no point in him wanting to become a cop - who would trust such a tiny, pathetic rodent with their lives. Once more, under the cat, his ears went flat against his head. Giving a gentle sigh, he took a sip of the drink - before thanking him once more - and eyed the other. Oh, right, English. Dustin didn't really look at others anyhow - though, really, the last bit caught his attention. He knew the professor. He never spoke to him, just silently handed in his assignments before trying to leave. He wasn't mean, he seemed pleasant enough and terribly handsome - but he scared Dustin. "..Why.. him most of all?"
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Post by Lune d'Eclair on Jan 14, 2013 2:19:35 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][style=float: left; width: 250px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify; padding: 5px] That was a good question. No, scratch that - that was a superb question. He mulls over the inquiry for a second, chewing on the straw that's dipped into his Sprite, and doesn't answer for a while. Yes, that's the thing - why him? He could have chose to get along with a different professor - one that was less rude, cruel, and snappish. But honestly, he couldn't have gone with anyone else. Besides, he'd picked the English major because of the professor - and he couldn't change that, now. His parents were probably expecting him to be this Shakespeare-level-English-speaker by the end of the school year, and he couldn't let them down. Licking his lips and taking another fry as he considers his answer, Lune decides to tell him exactly why.
"Well, it's a rather trivial thing, really. But it's .... I don't know. I just ... I uhm. I uh, well. I-I hope this doesn't put a stress between you and me, or something. I'd hate to ... ruin this friendship, or something. I-I know we just made it, but still!" He places back the fry back onto his plate, fixing the other with a serious, crimson-gazed expression. "... I like him." It's short and awkward, because he doesn't know what else to say, instead pressing his forefingers against each other. "... I ... I know, it's a bit ... gross. Or something. Because he's much older than me, and because he's strong and firm and I'm not. I mean, I'm sure he would be better off with someone else! B-But I just ... I lo- like him." He does finally match the other's eyes, but it's full of some sort of embarrassment and slight shame, cheeks burning red. [/style] [style=margin-top: 6px; width: 100px; height:100px; float:right; font-size: 7pt; font-family: calibri; font-weight: bold; text-align: center; border: 5px solid #fefefe]
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Post by dustin woods on Jan 14, 2013 2:44:03 GMT -5
As he struggled and stuttered, Dustin figured it out. He was gay. Gently nodding at the boy's words, Dustin just watched and listened to him. It was almost cute listening to him struggle to blurt it out. Well. That was a fun trip. "I don't care". He said this rather bluntly, not thinking while he continued. "Age means nothing as long as it's consensual. I mean.. sure, a twenty year old can't say they love a thirteen year old..b ut by our age, you're pretty self aware both mentally and sexually and who you love is who you love. Age and sex is just something drilled into our minds by society and religions love to dictate the lives of us 'lesser people'". He stopped finally..pausing.. then frowned, lowering his head. This is why he didn't have friends. He was rude, blunt, spoke when he shouldn't and just.. he was a horrible person. Giving a gentle sigh, he kept his eyes on the table, poking at his fries with his fork. He waited for the other to leave now, only giving a weak '..I don't think you're gross at all..' before deciding to shut up. Forever.
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Post by Lune d'Eclair on Jan 14, 2013 2:56:28 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][style=float: left; width: 250px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify; padding: 5px] "Oh!" He hadn't meant to offend the other - but had he gone and done just that? The way that Dustin was holding himself at that topic kind of motioned to Lune that either 1) he was familiar with the topic, or 2) he himself was just like him. He has a hard time not launching into apologies right there and then, but he merely smiles, taking the bite of those fries that he'd neglected for some time, before continuing. "that's true. Society has a grasp over us - of what's wrong and what's right. Of course, that only follows their sense of morality - one that some others won't - or don't - follow." He doesn't really like how Dustin had shut down after saying what he'd said, but he doesn't push him or egg him on. Instead, he places a hand on top of the other's and squeezes, before taking away his hand to his lap.
"I won't go anywhere, I promise. That would make a horrible friend to not listen, at all! Besides, it's okay. Everything's ok- well, that's not true, but still. I'm still happy to have you as a friend, and I hope ... until we graduate, or something. Until then. And forever, if you'll allow that, too." He just smiles, taking another sip of his Sprite, before answering. "Thanks, Dustin!- I-I mean, if you'll have me. As a friend." [/style] [style=margin-top: 6px; width: 100px; height:100px; float:right; font-size: 7pt; font-family: calibri; font-weight: bold; text-align: center; border: 5px solid #fefefe]
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Post by dustin woods on Jan 14, 2013 3:24:21 GMT -5
He was completely red faced now and had his face half hidden behind his hair. As the other tried to reassure him, blue eyes peered at the other before softly nodding, speaking in a much softer voice now. " .. I talk too much ". He gave a sigh and slowly lifted his head, sipping at the drink - soda made him feel better. Whenever he use to have bad fights with his parents, he would bury himself in popcorn, soda and movies. Like a girl. Keeping his eyes on the other, the boy asked a nervous question to the other. "..Are..you two..uh- doesn't he know? ..or, is it.. one sided?". An awkward cough soon followed the words.
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