Nobody Special
Mac
VULKEN BECKMAN
SCENE:
Coming In Hot
LOCATION:
YY and Vulken's high school, South District
TIME:
October 9th, 2009
PARTICIPANTS:
Yong-Yut, Lyric, Vulken
CURRENT STAGE:
0
Coming In Hot
The strike to the bleachers prompted Vulken to look at Yong-Yut with a concerned expression. Instead of dwell on it much longer, he decided to chalk it up to stress. But then, she declined his offer to de-stress. With a puzzled look, he pushed the flask back into his pocket.
No booze? He wondered to himself. Laaaame. Guess that’s normal ‘a you, though. Heh…
His face twitched nervously once she narrowed her eyes at him. It was as if she read his thoughts at that exact moment, and she clearly didn’t appreciate the insult. He gulped. Did he accidentally say that shit out loud? Why else would she be lookin’ at him like that?
In an instant, the girl’s arms reached forward– straight for Vulken’s jugular (totally). He flinched as her fingers inched closer and closer to his neck. Shit, he thought, Can this chick actually read fuckin’ read minds?
Just before he could raise his hands to protect himself, he quickly found that he wasn’t being attacked. In the blink of an eye, his shirt was buttoned all the way up.
“Oh,” He said, looking down at the formal change to his outfit. “Uhh. Thanks, buddy.”
…
He raised his arms behind his head, awkwardly standing there. The hell was her problem? He’d been yapping it up this whole time, and the closest she’d gotten to saying something was shaking her head no to his graceful offering. He supposed he shouldn’t be so surprised, as she was typically like this, but at a school dance? The fuck was the point of even coming?
“...Hey, what’s with–”
“YY! You look so cute!”
Before he could ask his question, Lyric’s voice suplexed his into the ground. He took a second to get a good look at his gangmate’s outfit before allowing her arm around his shoulders– not before sneaking his own hand around her waist. It would probably be smacked away in a few seconds, so it was best to enjoy it while it lasted.
Heh. Heheh. Heh.
“‘Course I do,” His idiotic smirk resurfaced, eyes trailing behind him to glance at Yong-Yut. “Yogurt over here helped me out, though. I gotta look good when I know a doll like you’s gonna be around.”
The flask made yet another appearance, this time being offered to the blonde.
“How the hell didja manage ‘ta sneak in? I ain’t gonna lie, half ‘a me thought you were fuckin’ around when you said you were comin’.” He shuffled out of the way so that Yong-Yut was back in his peripheral, risky hand remaining around Lyric’s waist.
“You have anythin’ ‘ta do with this? Didn’t know you were capable of breakin’ rules, homework hoarder.”
gxxberkit BriiAngelic
[ Art by gxxberkit ]
The strike to the bleachers prompted Vulken to look at Yong-Yut with a concerned expression. Instead of dwell on it much longer, he decided to chalk it up to stress. But then, she declined his offer to de-stress. With a puzzled look, he pushed the flask back into his pocket.
No booze? He wondered to himself. Laaaame. Guess that’s normal ‘a you, though. Heh…
His face twitched nervously once she narrowed her eyes at him. It was as if she read his thoughts at that exact moment, and she clearly didn’t appreciate the insult. He gulped. Did he accidentally say that shit out loud? Why else would she be lookin’ at him like that?
In an instant, the girl’s arms reached forward– straight for Vulken’s jugular (totally). He flinched as her fingers inched closer and closer to his neck. Shit, he thought, Can this chick actually read fuckin’ read minds?
Just before he could raise his hands to protect himself, he quickly found that he wasn’t being attacked. In the blink of an eye, his shirt was buttoned all the way up.
“Oh,” He said, looking down at the formal change to his outfit. “Uhh. Thanks, buddy.”
…
He raised his arms behind his head, awkwardly standing there. The hell was her problem? He’d been yapping it up this whole time, and the closest she’d gotten to saying something was shaking her head no to his graceful offering. He supposed he shouldn’t be so surprised, as she was typically like this, but at a school dance? The fuck was the point of even coming?
“...Hey, what’s with–”
“YY! You look so cute!”
Before he could ask his question, Lyric’s voice suplexed his into the ground. He took a second to get a good look at his gangmate’s outfit before allowing her arm around his shoulders– not before sneaking his own hand around her waist. It would probably be smacked away in a few seconds, so it was best to enjoy it while it lasted.
Heh. Heheh. Heh.
“‘Course I do,” His idiotic smirk resurfaced, eyes trailing behind him to glance at Yong-Yut. “Yogurt over here helped me out, though. I gotta look good when I know a doll like you’s gonna be around.”
The flask made yet another appearance, this time being offered to the blonde.
“How the hell didja manage ‘ta sneak in? I ain’t gonna lie, half ‘a me thought you were fuckin’ around when you said you were comin’.” He shuffled out of the way so that Yong-Yut was back in his peripheral, risky hand remaining around Lyric’s waist.
“You have anythin’ ‘ta do with this? Didn’t know you were capable of breakin’ rules, homework hoarder.”
gxxberkit BriiAngelic
[ Art by gxxberkit ]