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Lucas
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Someone laughed at one of his jokes. Someone laughed at one of his jokes. This didn’t happen often. Or at all. He had the tendency to butcher jokes, something about never quite getting “tone” down proper. But this weird blond dude was actually laughing! At something he said! That was an actual genuine attempt at a joke!
Lucas was filled with this warm fuzzy feeling because he did a Good Thing, and if his face wasn’t marble, he’d probably be smiling. As it was, there was some sort of micro change to the marble’s eyes that said that the statue was smiling now instead of the flat nothingness.
And then a terrible thought invaded his mind. “What if he was just laughing at me?” And that immediately killed the warm fuzzy feeling. And he felt the cold wash over him once more. That was probably more likely than him actually making Asher laugh because he said managed to not butcher a joke… Well, at least he was going to get the chance to break the guy’s nose later.
He gave Asher a little nod for a farewell and went to go sit by himself, somewhere off to the side. “Apollo” walked into the room with that same cold arrogance as before, looking completely the same as before with all that beautiful aloofness. He gave a glance around at the classroom. Cat bitch was sitting over there, white haired girl… Wait. These were the exact same people from last class. Something inside of him gave up in defeat, he wasn’t going to be making any friends this year, was he?
When he put his bag down, he saw something odd. A can of Mountain Dew. Still full. Wasn’t there a girl drinking this shit earlier? Why would she put it in his bag? And it was still full. This was confusing.
He stared at it for a while, face completely blank. A gift? He didn’t get those…What was the person’s angle? Was it shaken so that it’d spray in his face when he opened it? Was it expired? Was there drugs on- no there probably weren’t drugs… This was… a dilemma, because obviously nobody would ever give him something out of the kindness of their hearts, so there was obviously some sort of angle that he just wasn’t seeing.
Oh! They wanted him to be indebted to them because he accepted a drink from them. That was the angle. That seemed to be the only singularly logical conclusion that could be drawn from this entire debacle. Yep. The only one.
The boy looked up from his gift to stare directly at the girl who'd most likely given it to him. His expressionless face didn't waver, not a smile nor a grimace. Though, if one was to draw conclusions, his emotions would most likely reflect the latter. He got up, strode across the classroom and threw the can out before returning back to his seat.
Mentions - This Asher Dude ( Lokka ) Mountain Dew Girl ( Blackrose7 ) Science gang in broad terms
Someone laughed at one of his jokes. Someone laughed at one of his jokes. This didn’t happen often. Or at all. He had the tendency to butcher jokes, something about never quite getting “tone” down proper. But this weird blond dude was actually laughing! At something he said! That was an actual genuine attempt at a joke!
Lucas was filled with this warm fuzzy feeling because he did a Good Thing, and if his face wasn’t marble, he’d probably be smiling. As it was, there was some sort of micro change to the marble’s eyes that said that the statue was smiling now instead of the flat nothingness.
And then a terrible thought invaded his mind. “What if he was just laughing at me?” And that immediately killed the warm fuzzy feeling. And he felt the cold wash over him once more. That was probably more likely than him actually making Asher laugh because he said managed to not butcher a joke… Well, at least he was going to get the chance to break the guy’s nose later.
He gave Asher a little nod for a farewell and went to go sit by himself, somewhere off to the side. “Apollo” walked into the room with that same cold arrogance as before, looking completely the same as before with all that beautiful aloofness. He gave a glance around at the classroom. Cat bitch was sitting over there, white haired girl… Wait. These were the exact same people from last class. Something inside of him gave up in defeat, he wasn’t going to be making any friends this year, was he?
When he put his bag down, he saw something odd. A can of Mountain Dew. Still full. Wasn’t there a girl drinking this shit earlier? Why would she put it in his bag? And it was still full. This was confusing.
He stared at it for a while, face completely blank. A gift? He didn’t get those…What was the person’s angle? Was it shaken so that it’d spray in his face when he opened it? Was it expired? Was there drugs on- no there probably weren’t drugs… This was… a dilemma, because obviously nobody would ever give him something out of the kindness of their hearts, so there was obviously some sort of angle that he just wasn’t seeing.
Oh! They wanted him to be indebted to them because he accepted a drink from them. That was the angle. That seemed to be the only singularly logical conclusion that could be drawn from this entire debacle. Yep. The only one.
The boy looked up from his gift to stare directly at the girl who'd most likely given it to him. His expressionless face didn't waver, not a smile nor a grimace. Though, if one was to draw conclusions, his emotions would most likely reflect the latter. He got up, strode across the classroom and threw the can out before returning back to his seat.