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[eunoia]

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Mathematics Classroom ~ Ms. Rossum

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Elliot was standing outside the entrance to the Mathematics Classroom. He was aware that he was running late. He inhaled deeply, grabbed the handle, and walked through. He was met with a flurry of looks, which he found quite awkward on his end. He gave the instructor a shy smile before turning to find a seat. As he lifted his eyes, he noticed a flyer on his desk, which he picked up and read. A dance huh? That was thrilling, and there was even a theme! That piqued Elliot’s interest. He wondered if anyone would go, and if everyone would wear the colors. He had made up his mind to go. Was he going to go with a friend? He only had one, whom he would absolutely ask the next time he saw them. He was so eager to speak to others that when he looked up, he realized he had spent the majority of the lesson day daydreaming.

orp ~ Approachable

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[LunaticLeviTheSecond]

As I recieved his paper I thought to myself what must my brother be thinking. I was worried he would think me crazy because the only reason we’re not openly telling normal people that we’re werewolves is not because people would lock us up thinking we were crazy (of course not, people would sooner or later realize we’d be telling the truth) but the fact they would treat us like lab rats so they could figure out why we’re like this to either avoid the spread of werewolves or to some other scientific thing. When I recieved the paper back and read it, I didn’t have much to say, nothing was coming into my mind instead of agreeing with what he wrote, but putting that on a paper and sending it would be much more of a struggle than just nodding in agreement. So that’s what I did, but with a smile attached. As a few minutes passed I zoned out and even though I payed attention to the teacher when I zoned back out I didn’t know what that teacher was talking about. Knowing I would never fully regain the knowledge I missed out on and whatever she’s talking about now would just fly over my head, I decided talk to my brother some more but firstly I needed to take out a new piece of paper as the one we were writing on was scribbled all over. I wrote “Don’t worry about me Braco, There’s a huge difference with me doing this to myself and other doing it to myself. I think the most mayor one is consent, If I don’t want to do this, I can at least stop myself. Two, I’m not gonna mistreat myself or hurt myself to get to the results and lastly, I won’t make a poor lab rat out of myself, It’ll be more like a mandatory daily doctor check up done by myself and you so I won’t be doing anything to myself that scientists would incosiderate of my feelings, emotions and basic human rights.” I put a smiley face at the end, shriveled the paper because it was to big to just be passed to him withouth the teacher noticing, and then I just dropped the ball at his feet. I whispered his name and looked down at the paper so he would know it’s there.

@bpalmer lol I was so happy I finally made a post I clicked send ASAP and forgot to tag you

[bpalmer]

Blue seemed really sweet and naive but Laurie was happy with how nice he was. Laurie had realized that Blue wasn’t really looking at him but Laurie shrugged it off not concerned it wasn’t an issue it was just Blue and Laurie didn’t mind that. Laurie smiled at him as blue told him he was welcome but Blue was honestly very sweet. “Yeah my roommate is Isaiah and he is really nice. What about your roommate Blue?” Laurie asked as he played with a keychain on his backpack and smiled. “Oh yes uptight and control and organization are nice but he just I don’t think has ever really relaxed Blue.” He replied as he tried not to interrupt class. “I just want to give you something because I have something I think you would like and would make you smile.” Laurie smiled as he unclipped the keychain from his bag.
@CrazyCaliope

[bpalmer]

Brooke smiled when Colm nodded at them. “Im glad you can get behind that because we are sitting in a closet hanging out its a little late not to be on behind that.” Brooks giggles as they keep feeling Colm play with their hair it was really relaxing. Brooks thought about how it was nice to have someone to rely on. Brooks liked whatever this was with Colm and it made them glad that they decided to come here. Especially because this friendship was all by chance. Brooks was happy that Colm was there with them though. It was a good distraction from letting their mind wander back to what they had run away from in the group home. Brooks smiled when Colm said he was glad they felt safe with him. “Oh for sure like hippos or like cats but cats would just be rude like in the my gosh humans are idiots kind of way.” Brooks answered the question without even skipping a beat.
@Acorn06

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Kellan looked just as excited as Rory felt and honestly that made Rory even more excited but he didn’t know how he was going to manage waiting all day. It was only the first class and he could hardly wait. Rory wanted time alone with Kellan and some time to spend together. Maybe cuddling if Rory could somehow manage that. Rory was making a check list in his head of things he needs to do or clean up even before Kellan came over. Rory blushed when he saw Kellan blushing about the room number written on his hand. This was definitely a real date. Low key and casual but a real date. Rory nodded at Kellan as he felt a paper touch his hand and he took the paper reading it and smiled at Kellan. He was hoping that Kellan would help him find something to wear to it and maybe hopefully even go with him to it. Especially as maybe a couple or something like that but that was a dream world kind of thing. “Yeah I think I would go Ive never been in a dance like that.” Rory smiled as he whispered to Kellan. “I would guess your going right?”
@ethereal

[CrazyCaliope]

"Okay that’s a start,” Kieran told him "And what if… let’s say Quillian is busy? It shouldn’t be weird to spend time without him, I mean, he’s not here right now, is he? And you’re doing pretty well. I’m just saying, try doing stuff with other people sometimes, you are your own person.”
“Quillian wouldn’t be happy with that,” Danko mumbled to himself, as he leaned forward on his desk, resting on his forearms. He was surprised the teacher didn’t seem to care about or notice their constant quiet murmurs. Then in a meek mutter that Kieran would definitely be able to hear, “I don’t know. I know that it’ll be different now that we’re here but…” He hated that part, as part of him didn’t want things to be different. “…if Quillian is busy then I could just do homework or something. I’ll probably just have dinner and go to bed early.”
"How about, one time after classes, you ditch Quillian and hang out with me?”
“You want to hang out with me?”, Danko asked disbelievingly. “I… I could do that, if, uh, if Quillian is busy.”

@CerealKiller - Kieran

[CerealKiller]

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“I don’t know. I know that it’ll be different now that we’re here but… if Quillian is busy then I could just do homework or something. I’ll probably just have dinner and go to bed early.”
“Doesn’t sound too fun really” the boy responded, slightly raising his brow as listening. It really seemed as if Danko just had absolutely no hobbies or interest, as if his existence was just being Quillian’s toy boy, which was sad but other than that it was actually quite interesting to be honest.
“You want to hang out with me? I… I could do that, if, uh, if Quillian is busy.”
“Good” He responded with a slight smile that revealed a cute dimple on his cheek “Sounds like a plan to me. If Quillian is busy of course. Or… If you are.” he added, the last part coming in a bit of a questioning suggestive tone. Clearly, not the whole world needs to revolve around that Quillian boy

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@CrazyCaliope

[Skyler2]

Aodghan "Cute Guy" MacCool

| Basic Mathematics || Ahnvi & Ms. Galarza Rossum |

The girl started talking about how it was unfair. She was right, Aodghan wasn’t denying that - he just didn’t think Ms. Rossum cared much about fair. “Well now you’re just throwing shapes,” he mumbled, looking up at Ms. Rossum. “Really, all I’d have to do is tell 'em to read a few chapters. That’s basically what teachers do, anyways.” He was trying to knock her off of her high horse, though it wasn’t really working.

He laughed at the way the teacher responded so casually. “Has it happened before or something?” He glanced over at the girl and made a face that said ‘can you believe this?’ “I mean, it’s a dress. It’s not like she’s carrying a sword or somethin’. But that would be cool,” he added after a moment.

Ms. Rossum looked disgusted, and Aodghan took this as a surprise. He had thought someone who taught math would really think about this kind of thing. He picked up a mock tone of nervousness, “How can I be careful if when I step outside there’s all this dirt? And bugs? And *germs? I might as well just drop dead there!” He chose to ignore her last comment, as he really was too lazy to come up with an answer.

He smirked, unique was one way to put it. It was a small variation on the same “Aodhgan,” a variant on the name Aiden. “Yes, so is Ahnvi. Don’t be to relieved, you’re gonna have her every morning for the rest of this year,” he picked up a pencil on his desk after whispering back a reply. He twirled it between his dexterous fingers.

@elixr @ethereal

[ethereal]

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He grasped at the muffled around his neck and laughed darkly, clearly unamused with Jakob’s replication of a Danish accent. His button nose wrinkled as he said, “We don’t sound like that.” Jakob grinned evilly, “I’ve been to Denmark, and you guys do sound like that.” He teased in an even more exaggerated way. Though César stated he didn’t hate the uniform, he then went on to list reasons, he didn’t like it. He watched with a skeptical expression, eyebrows raised as he watched César rant-he didn’t even blink when the sleeve was waved in his face yet again. “-and I don’t like the collar.” He added yet another reason to the list, pulling the muffler slightly to show the ruffles on the neck. Jakob did not know what to say for a second-though he did agree with César. It was quite a bright color, the gold felt tacky, and the material was stifling. Though unlike César, he did hate the uniform. “Give me one reason you don’t hate it then.” Jakob told him, his tone challenging. “But it is the uniform, and I am good-looking enough for people to see past it, I think!" He declared this confidently, and Jakob snorted a laugh-not because he disagreed, though. César was definitely attractive. “People like me?” Jakob smirked at him flirtatiously, interested to see what his reaction would be.

“And if you think I cannot do those high-fives, you are wrong.” Jakob raised his eyebrows, giving him a look that said, prove it. César grabbed him by the arm, and propped it up just so that he could give him a high five. Jakob followed along with this amusedly, though he didn’t laugh until César winced. “What is there a specific way to hit?” He asked as Jakob gaped at him. “Not really…” Jakob squinted as he thought about it, there were lots of ways to give a high five. “…Just not that way.” He finished. His eyes lit up as he seemed to remember something. “Like this.” He held out his hand in front of César. “High five.”

César’s shoulder was covered by a smooth layer of white uniform materian-he smelled new and clean. Jakob could feel the knitted muffler lightly brushing his hand as he secured César tight against him. The trip was quick. Jakob, of course, kept his green eyes open and head looking towards the top of the stairs as they nearly flew up the rail with how dast they were going. César didn’t make a single sound-which could be either a good thing or a bad thing. Jakob wasn’t sure until they came to a complete stop. “Is it over? Thank goodness…” Jakob caught a glimpse of blue as one César’s eyelids cracked open. Jakob sighed dramatically. “Unfortunately, yes.” He said, arm still around César. “Unless…” He smirked. “You wanna go again?”

orp ✧ @edelgard NOOOO your post was chef’s kiss!!! how can you say that~ i wanna burn this post tho ngl also i have a plan for the high five thing if César chooses to comply ALSO FORGIVE ME I DIDNT KNOW HOW HE SMELLED SORRY

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[Secreterz]

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Location: Literature

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As Neisha chuckled to her reply, sarcastically replying to her once more, Bai-San gave in with a small laugh as she remains to her usual grace, “So you are illiterate? Not to sound mean-spirited of course. I know a few who can speak eloquently and fluently, that is poetic in itself, my dear. Language is this poem we speak of, you know. If you cannot express your words with such dignity…” As Bai-san paused to rethink of what she would say, she continued on with her short pause, “Well, I shall not underestimate you. You might be a literate person. Or not.”

As she looked through the side of Neisha, she saw her sighed and gave her some… friendly advice, as Bai-San would giggle at. As she doesn’t take all of advises too seriously, she found her advice quite understanding yet shallow as she has seen patterns of what is to come in these sort of advice. With a weak grin to her face, she replies back, “But what is life without enemies? No matter how noble you are, you are destined to be faced with an enemy. And that is why I simply do not care, especially to the way I talk. If they like me, they like me. If they don’t, so be it. And I will not change my way of talk, unless there is a good reason to.”

With that aside, she continued on to her speech as she looked at Neisha as she was quite amused with the slow simmer of rage inside her. She had kept hidden this amusement by slowly placing a handkerchief in her face as to conceal such a grin. With her inspection of her calming down, she noticed that she went quiet for a while. Surprising, yet expected to a person calming themselves. As she replied back to her question, she thought this would also be appropriate to also tell her origins, “Interesting… I’m from China. Let’s just say I once live close to the heart of the country. Calm and grand, I have met interesting people there.”

As she stretched herself, preparing for the teacher to come by, she gave a sly grin to Neisha as she gave her remarks, “This is quite an interesting talk. I find you such an interesting spirit, not enough to tempt me but enough to keep me entertained. And if you are pleased to meet with me, I shall pray it be of good cause and personality. If not, I’ll keep a distance to find your inner peace. But otherwise, this is quite a conversation I’ll remember for my first day. Anyways, I sense the teacher coming in. Feel free to talk more, or not. It shall be your decision.”

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@Acorn06 || Neisha hehe hi XD

[Edelgard]

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César wasn’t the kind of person to be upfront about positive feelings. He much rather remained a master of the hot-and-cold-response, regardless of its tendency to drive people crazy. There were several reasons behind that, although the main one was fairly simple: he liked to spark interest, and even more to make others work for it. Not that César himself was aware of that. It was just the way he thought.

Which was exactly why, despite the evident signs of interest he’d previously shown, he returned Jakob’s flirt with a contemptuous shrug -and a dismissive “sure”. It didn’t stop him from keeping one hand pressed against the other student’s abdomen, the other floating down his shoulder, even after they had reached the top of the ramp.

A pleased expression settled on César’s face as he realised that they truly had arrived, looking a good deal happier than a moment ago, to the point that he even let out a tinkling laugh at Jakob’s loud, tragic sigh. “No, silly boy,” he replied, not realising that perhaps he’d made a new happy memory. “I would much rather comply with this.”

Leaning in a little bit, César gracefully tapped his palm against Jakob’s lifted one, dismissing the glint in Jakob’s emerald eyes as adrenaline from their sudden climb. “Although now, you have more to clean,” he pointed out, gesturing at the dusty pants with elegance. The pixie dust caused them to glimmer in the faint light of the dormitory. “I don’t like sparkles, they’re too aggressive.”

@ethereal - Jakob ~

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[ethereal]

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She smoothed a hand over her curls, which were bouncing around distractingly. “I think I might like it, as you said.” She looked up at Eudora with aquamarine eyes. “I’m Aquila, but I go by Quill.” She answered. Eudora smiled warmly at her- “Aquila.” She repeated. “It is nice to meet you.” Her voice was soft. The girl looked a bit confused, a crease between her brows. Perhaps she was wondering where she’d heard that name before. Eudora assumed that was what she was wondering. “I’m named after my grandmother… Tiana, the frog princess, is my mother.” She said, then flushed, as if she had been talking too much. “Do you know where the dance thing is held?” She asked Eudora. “Probably the gym, like last year.” Eudora bubbled helpfully. She paused, hoping she was right. If not, Quill would probably hate her.

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[eunoia]

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Literature Classroom, Eudora

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The gym, hmm Quill thought “Hey, do you want to-” Quill cut herself off from the conversation. “Did you say Tiana was your grandmother?” Quill inquired, her tone surprised. Quill had always admired Tiana and had read a lot when she was younger. Of course, she felt she worked the hardest, along side Elsa, and was the one of most amazing people ever, and she didn’t think she’d ever get the chance to meet her descendant. Quill immediately lowered her eyes to her feet, not to appear shy, but rather to cover a trace of excitement on her face. Quill had spent years perfecting her poker face, but meeting your idol’s granddaughter sparked her interest. She felt a ping of guilt as she looked up and saw the girl’s curls. Is it possible that I’m betraying Mother by undermining my mission? Is it important for me to leave right now? Should I never speak to this distraction of a girl again? Aquila’s head almost spun off by it’s self.

orp ~ @ethereal

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[ethereal]

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The door swung open, a meek-looking brunette awkwardly stepping into the classroom. His eyes met Galarza’s and he sent a shy smile her way. She narrowed her eyes, “Why are you smiling when you are late? Stop disrupting us and sit down. This will affect your participation grade.” She snapped, as he tried to find his seat.

orp >> @eunoia [ ayyyy he can still be approachable, i just wanted to show the teacher’s reaction ALSO IM SORRY HES SO SWEET AND SHES- ]

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[Chocolate_Mama]

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~~ Outside, Ervic

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Felling his fingers touch her face she couldn’t help but mentally melt. In a great way of course. When he stopped at her jaw and cupped her face she couldn’t help the heat cover her. “Is that what you call this feeling, the princess lifestyle?” She couldn’t help but laugh a little as she rolled her eyes.”I mean it makes sense. As the villains we’re not able to have that happily ever after love.” Lifting her hand off his chest she placed it on the side of his face. She never wished to be so close to someone before. “I would never, nor would I ever make you feel like a princess. Maybe an evil witch queen, if you like to feel like one? I was only mentioning a thought, that if I hadn’t then this wouldn’t be happening. I wonder if I still have these… cravings for some… one.” Coco couldn’t help but smirk at his response a pleasing one for sure.”Now that sounds way better. I wouldn’t want to stop the terror we have going on to go and dance with birds. Also I can’t possibly see you being this close with anyone.” She left her words drift a little as she lowered her voice as if in a secret.”Because if you did then I’d happily have to kill whoever that would be.” She almost forgot how she spoke on him possibly regretting what they had. As she moved her hand back to his chest she felt him hold her tighter. Her own aunt never dared to touch her, and here she was now mixing with another human. “Who mentioned regret?” She stared deep into his eyes. She knew for a fact she didn’t regret anything that was happening in that moment. Coco could feel his heart pounding as if her hand was legit on his heart. Is this what it feels like to not want to rip someone open to bake them? Instead she would happily do that to anyone that crosses him in the slightest. “Never regret anything. If I did, I wouldn’t have met with you this morning.” She tried her best not to have her heart leap out her chest.”So you don’t regret any of this?” It could be the mommy issues she openly has, but just hearing him say how he doesn’t regret her made her feel all types of glad.

orp ~ @CrazyCaliope

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[Skyler2]

Mei Fa

| Hilda Kýr || Mathematics? |

She giggled at how Hilda was nervous about people looking at them. “It’s okay. I’ve done it before, too. I think we all have,” Mei made sure to keep her voice low so Ms. Rossum wouldn’t hear. There was something about that woman that severely scared Mei. “Sorry, metaphors are still a little hard for me. I’m pretty good at English, even though I’m still learning,” she smiled sweetly at Hilda.

@Ouijaloveletters

[Skyler2]

Tristan "Strawberry" Westergaard

| Porcelain “Silver” Elanor Snow || The Town/Bathrooms |

He grinned, she was right. He wasn’t exactly acting his age. Let’s face it, he never was. Tristan was free-spirited, to him he was practically ageless. Why not have some fun? He looked over at her as they had both chosen to ignore his previous moment of silence. He considering bringing back the hair debate, then decided against it. “What if I dyed my hair?” He asked casually, it was a little off-topic but the question remained in his head. “I think I could sport silver hair, I’m not gonna lie.”

Tristan scoffed, wondering what this conversation even was. “Well, that’s good to hear. At least you value at least one form of hygiene.” Silver started getting defensive, to which he gave a curious look. “No, of course not. That would be a weird-ass thing to make fun of. Even though this conversation really would be heading in that direction, if any. Look, I’m going to lie to you…” he mumbled. “At least not about your looks,” he added. He was lying about a few small things, nothing too major at least. It was more of a white lie than anything else.

He was thrilled to hear that she, too, had a good time. Even if she said it very quietly. “I’m glad,” he responded in a soft tone. One that was welcoming, “Maybe we could do it again sometime.” She went into the bathrooms and came out in the outfit he had chose for her. Their leather jackets both reflecting the bright light of the sun. The clothes appeared to fit properly. Porcelain just… was really bony. She didn’t have many - if at all any curves. Tristan almost felt bad. Almost. Instead, he chose to focus on a positive aspect of her body. “Damn, Silver, where’ve you been hiding those legs?” He joked in a light-hearted tone. “Good, I wouldn’t want to continue embarrassing you,” he remarked at her semi-compliment. “Should we head off for breakfast? I have no idea where we could eat. Ooh, do you think they have brunch?”

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[Ouijaloveletters]

Hilda was quite reassured, hearing it had happened to Mei too. “Glad I’m not alone.They nodded at her English comment. “I think you’re doing a great job. It’s even hard for native English speakers, of which I am not one. Icelandic is my first language.”
@Skyler2 - Mei

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✦ literature, rory ✦

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Kellan was sure he’d need to do plenty of things before going over-he didn’t know if ten minutes would be enough. Refresh his makeup-no setting spray seemed to last the entire day, change his clothing, redo his hair, tell Hammy about Rory-there was much to be done. He didn’t necessarily feel anxious about this, more excited than anything at the prospect of going to Rory’s dorm room. He wondered what else they’d do besides look at maps. He tried not to do this anymore, it made his smile eerily wide, and his cheeks an otherworldly shade of ruby red. Rory and him shared matching blushes at the room number-it was some sort of a relief that Rory seemed to feel the same way he did. At least he wasn’t alone in his nervousness. “Yeah, I think I would go, I’ve never been in a dance like that.” Rory smiled, whispering. “I would guess you’re going, right?” Rory then asked, as he held his poster in his hands. “Of course. I never miss these kind of things.” Even while whispering, sass was still very apparent in his tone. He felt bad, he wanted to ask Rory right then and there, but he wanted it to be special.

orp ✦ @bpalmer

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✧ dorm stairwell, césar ✧

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“Sure.” Was the dismissive answer, followed by the rise and fall of César’s shoulders. Though he seemed like he couldn’t care less, his hand was still grasping Jakob’s waist, the other inching lower and lower down his shoulder. Though this likely didn’t mean much, Jakob decided to make it a big deal anyways-as he always did. This answer was not really worth Jakob’s anticipation, so he tried again. Getting up in César’s face, he smirked impishly, “Just ‘sure’?” He asked, raising his eyebrows, as if waiting for César to change his answer.

The apricot color began to make it’s way back into César’s face-along with an unfamiliar expression of pleasure. His eyes were both open now-bright blue orbs. He looked a lot less sick too, maybe he had motion sickness or something. Jakob would have to test that out. And then he laughed. It was a light laugh-if you zoned out for a second, you might miss it. But Jakob didn’t, and his features seemed to soften at this-even he had to admit that was pretty adorable. “No, silly boy. I would much rather comply with this.” He replied, his voice as airy as the laugh still ringing in Jakob’s ears.

And with that, César leaned in closer to Jakob’s face, giving him a closer look at those steel blue irises. His attention was torn away, however, when César delicately tapped his palm, a very César thing to do. This made Jakob laugh, it was a bit extreme, as the adrenaline was still coursing through his veins. “I have a high pain tolerance. You can do better than that.” He teased César before lifting his hand just a bit higher. “Up high.” He said next. After César complied with this, he raised it a few inches higher. “In the sky,” he rhymed, doing his best to mask his anticipation. After he received the next high five, he said the next line, “In space…” One last high five…

“Although, now you’ll have more to clean.” He noted. Both of their palms had a thin coating of sparkling pixie dust. “I don’t like sparkles, they’re too aggressive.” Jakob tilted his head as he squinted at César’s palm. “Hang around me and you’ll learn to.” Was his casual response. He used the fact he was examining their hands to seem more nonchalant. He used pixie dust for almost everything. Which kinda meant the people he hung out with would have to get used to dust everywhere, as well as objects constantly floating around.

orp ✧ @edelgard I feel SO BAD for what I am about to do to cesar have mercy he’s so wholesome and finally warming up… oh well too late also, i tried not to godmod at all with the high-fiving part, but let me know if i need to alter some things <3 but we are almost to my high five plan >:D IM SO ANGRY MY PARAGRAPH GOT DELETED IM SO ANGRY

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[bpalmer]

Rory looked at the flier and smiled he had no idea where to start on anything this dace involved but he wanted Kellan as his date to it and he knew that for sure. Rory wondered to himself if asking while they were on their low key date today would seem really desperate and maybe even get him a no. Rory’s mind wandered and he tried to think of things they would do together tonight. Rory wondered if Kellan would maybe help him come up with some idea of clothes for this dance and maybe they would do something else too. Rory tried to knock himself out of the daydreams but the butterflies in his stomach didn’t help. Rory looked to Kellan and saw his smile which only caused Rory to blush even more. But Kellan was blushing too which was a relief and called him a little. “I didn’t think you would and Im glad to hear that.” Rory responded as his blush subsided and he smiled.
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