iPhones to iFarm (KuroBear and Zombie_In_A_Box )

[KuroBear]

 

Name: "Trip" Forge

 

Appearance: Brown hair, hazel eyes- wears beat up, dirty clothes most of his time since he works on his farm most of the time.

 

Age: 18

 

Description: His real name is Harold Forge, but growing up as a clumsy boy, the name "Trip" stuck onto him even past his butter-finger days. He has a laid back personality and when it comes to work, he doesn't mind getting dirty. His farm has lots of animals, but his most favorite one is an old goat he named Flower.

 

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A warm, delicious cherry pie settled in Trip's hands that made even his mouth water; the pie crust was a perfect golden brown and the deep red from the fruit made the pie look heavenly, especially with the faint heat rising from the slits on top. On any other occasion, the boy would have taken a big piece of the pie and reside under the shade of a tree out behind his home, but it was different today, his mother baked this for one specific reason.

 

"We have new neighbors, Harold, we gotta show'em the sweet hospitality of the Forges!" She said earlier this morning, giving Trip some acceptable, clean clothes to put on for the day, "They even have a boy on their hands, maybe you can finally make some new friends that don't got no fur." Trip honestly didn't think you had to be the same species to be friends. Animals listen to your problems, make you smile when you don't want to and can be playful. What more could one ask for when looking for a friend? But whatever Mom, said, it went. He got dressed, cleaned up the dirt patches on his face from the previous day and even brushed out his hair. His mom was eccentric about new people, Trip honestly didn't take too much mind into them. Hopefully these neighbors were kind.

 

And so here he was. Stepping up to the empty porch with a fine pie in his hands, Trip looked around, trying to remember the last time anyone lived in the house. It looked empty apart from the car outside and the fact the front door was ajar. The brunet stood hesitantly at the door, "Ello?" It wasn't odd to have the doors open unattended, because it wasn't like there were any robbers waiting in the bush or anything, and bugs were bound to get inside whether it was open or not. Trip tried to peek inside the open door, but it instead slowly opened when the side of his head got too close, "Ello?" The boy called out again, getting more and more inside the home even without permission.

 

The first thing he noticed were the amount of boxes littered around the house; it was no secret these were new neighbors, fresh out of wherever they had come from. How much stuff did these people have? All he and his family had were simple furniture, china, family mementos and statues of small, porcelain angel babies, no thanks to his mom's weird obsession with them. Trip's calls ceased as his curiosity rose. What was in all of them...?

[Zombie_In_A_Box]

Name: Samuel Lores

 

Appearance: Rosy brown hair, purple-brown eyes, pale skin, slim and awfully tall. He's really neat, so any kind of dirt is quite hard to see on him - unless it's during sex, of course.

 

Age: 20

 

Description: Born into a completely Christian family, being gay isn't that easy, yet he never intended to hide it. Numerous times he brought lovers into his home, not even hiding the fact that they, as he so bluntly said, fucked. He kind of enjoys making his parents angry with the fact that he won't ever find himself a girl, as they always hoped. So, as their last resort, his parents moved into the countryside, bringing him along as well.

 

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Samuel already hated this place - dirt, animals, ugly things everywhere... And probably no sex. During the whole car-ride, he just sat on the backseat, earphones plugged in. He pretended to not hear what his parents were talking about; farm, plants, animals, how they were going to make him normal. That was bullshit... He was normal, he simply was gay. Was it that goddamn horrible? That he liked guys over girls? Apparently yes, at least in his mother's eyes. His dad wasn't so much worried about his sexuality, he was more scared of his wife. While she could be a sweet, loving woman at times, she was a complete devil when needed.

 

The first thing he did when they reached their new (in his opinion, awful) house, Samuel went upstairs and claimed himself a room. The bed was decent, there was a big wardrobe and even a mirror! He had two windows, it seemed. Fun, maybe he could actually find what to do in this place... While his parents were busy cleaning up and carrying the boxes, the brunet began unpacking his bags. At some point, a voice reached him and he seemed kind of happy - a guy, and he came to greet them, probably.

 

As a grin spread across his face, the man walked down the stairs, eyes falling on a cute male in the hallroom. "Hi there." He greeted with a chuckle, his eyes for a moment showing a sparkle of interest and need - however, soon enough, all that was left was friendliness as he held out his hand. "The name's Samuel." He said with a smile, his hair still fluffy from today's morning shower.

 

Just then, his mother decided to butt in... It seemed like only seeing her son touch another man was horrifying for her. "Don't do this to me!" She yelled, as Samuel flinched in surprise and groaned. God, not this shit again... He tossed an apologetic gaze to the other and lightly ruffled his hair. "Sorry, was there something you needed?" The brunet questioned before finally pulling his hand away as his mother stood there, seemingly frozen. Her long blond hair was pulled up into a bun, her clothing far too fancy for countryside - she was wearing her usual black skirt and white button-up shirt, as well as, yes, black heels.

 

The man who came in after her was like a complete opposite of her. He was round - no other way of saying it. Simple jeans and a black T-shirt, along with some comfy sneakers. The man offered Harold a warm smile as he placed a hand on his wife's shoulder. "Honey, please." He muttered with a soft expression as the woman basically melted under his touch. Well, this family certainly was... Interesting.

[KuroBear]

With the distressful atmosphere, Trip really didn't know what to say or do. He only lived with his mom; his dad went off into the city for better money... he wasn't a bad guy at all, so there was nothing sharp at the end of the line. He sent them extra money, though they made enough off of the animals, and sent them postcards and letters frequently. The only downside to it all was the fact he didn't have much time to visit. The last time he had come was two years ago and that was only for a few days. He was working at some corporate place, things Trip didn't really understand, except for the fact it stole away his dad.

 

Out of all the memories he had of them all together, it wasn't anything like this, but the dad was like his mom- she was plump too. Trip had awkwardly returned the smile to everyone, not knowing what was the problem in the first place, "I-I'm sorry to intrude... but we made a pretty fine pie for you new folk." He was seemingly frozen in place too since he still didn't have a single clue in how to behave, "Um... It's homemade and cherry. Its a good combination if ya ask me."

 

The boy named Samuel was taller then he, and it was so strange having to look up at another man, but not in a bad or good way necessarily. Though he didn't seem too old or too young, Trip still couldn't see the other doing any kind of farm work besides pulling the chain to turn on the light in the barn. What he also couldn't picture was Samuel's mom being friends with his. She did care about what she wore, but she wasn't too fond of material women. Which was probably something along the lines of this woman here looked like. The father here stayed in a grey zone as far as his opinions went. This was a strange family in general... and they obviously weren't from around here.

[Zombie_In_A_Box]

Samuel just continued smiling, like he always did when a situation like this happened. His expression nearly lit up in joy as the boy said the pie was for them. "Ah, cherries? Sounds delicious~" He nearly purred, making his mother gasp as if she'd seen the devil itself. As he took the pie from Harold's hands, his fingers brushed against the other's the lightest bit while he smiled. His father was smart enough to just lead his wife away from this all, leaving the two boys together alone. Samuel was kind of thankful for that...

 

"Sorry about all that. And the mess. We just got here..." The brunet talked with a smile as he carefully smelled the pie and let out a dreamy sigh... "Ahh... Oh, I don't think you ever gave me your name?" The man asked, glancing over at the younger one with his unusual-colored eyes. Most people thought he wore lenses, but... He was already wearing glasses, so he didn't see how that worked out, honestly. It was really weird, to have eyes like this. They did get him attention, but sometimes it wasn't the good kind.

 

Samuel offered Harold a small smile as he sat down on the kitchen chair and sighed, resting his head on his hand. "So, you're from around here, right?" He asked while looking at the other. God, he was cute... He reminded him of one of his previous boyfriends - well, lovers, that would be a better word. See, Samuel didn't really get into real relationships. As in, ones with actual romantic love involved. No, he preffered sex, that was that. He was a simple person, if you got to know him... As simple as one could be, at least.

[KuroBear]

He nodded with his eyes not leaving Samuel's; he never really saw any colors besides brown, hazel (as his own color was), blue and yellow- which belonged to some of the animals on the farm... but this strange purple color? Maybe it was normal in some other part in the world? Trip wouldn't know. The farthest he's ever been away from home was taking a drive in the next city; never been away from the country land. Because he was transfixed on those eyes, the boy took a few extra moments before snapping out of it and taking a seat across from the other, "Yup. I've been here all my life... The name's Harold, Harold Forge," he smiled and looked to the side, rubbing the back of his head, "Though ya can just call me Trip. It's like my secon' name."

 

His gaze found the man that sat over from him, feeling something weird from the way he was being looked at. It could be from the lack of interaction he gave to other human beings, or he was just imagining things, either way, Trip cocked his head slightly and asked with his voice thick with curiosity, "So... Where ya from? Your momma dresses real fancy... too fancy for being around here." The farmboy's wardrobe was comprised of sections. The dirty, the ripped, the clean, which was a very small fraction, and the outfit he wore now. It was a red plaid button up with a jean vest, along with actual jeans and boots that only went up a little past his ankles.

[Zombie_In_A_Box]

Samuel grinned lightly once realizing that Harold was staring into his eyes. The man purposely lowered his glasses, gazing back at the boy with somewhat mischievous eyes. "I think I'd prefer to call you Harold, if you don't mind." The brunet said with a smile and let out a soft breath. So this one was probably used to working in a farm... Huh, he should be dirty most of the time then. That was horrible - horrifying, even. Dirt of any kind was just disgusting. The man chuckled at what he heard next and shook his head. "We're all from Tokyo. My mother was a bussinesswoman, so she always wears that."

 

His eyes slowly trailed down and back up the other's body before he let out another warm smile. "So... Do you have time to show me around, perhaps?" He asked politely, eyes showing mischief again. The brunet wanted to spend some "time alone" with this guy. If this was the only good thing in this place, he'd goddamn take it. The way Harold talked was a bit unusual to him, but nothing he couldn't get used to anyway. He'd manage somehow... After all, he only had to spend a year here. Until he was twenty-one... Then he could leave - if he still wanted to.

[KuroBear]

"Uh..." Now he was becoming more certain those eyes of Samuel's had some hidden intent behind them. As much as those eyes were really cool and unique, Trip decided to turn his gaze away at something else; this family were aliens to the countryside and maybe even to the planet. He leaned back in his chair, but not comfortably, "Yeah, I guess I can show ya around, but you may not think it's as interest'n than your city."

 

In all honesty, Harold didn't think anything could be more interesting than this place. There was always something around the corner and the natural beauty of the forests that surrounded every home was incomparable to probably everything- in his eyes of course. The only 'outside' he's seen was on television. And nothing he saw was eye catching. This new family was an example of things that turn up around here, and normally there wasn't anything to complain about, but now this odd person in front of him would call him Harold. Nobody called him that besides his mother, if he was in trouble or being mocked.

[Zombie_In_A_Box]

Samuel smiled and shook his head, as if finding that thought funny. "Why would I not think of this as interesting? It's new to me. I haven't really been in the countryside." And I wish I hadn't come here after all. He thought to himself, but left the last thought unsaid. Harold didn't neccessarily need to know that he didn't want to be here. Maybe this guy could show him something actually interesting... Was it okay to have sexual relationships in this kind of a place? Ah, what if this guy had some disease?... Ew, god, that thought sent shivers up his spine.

 

Samuel stood up and offered the other a kind smile. "Could we go now? Or do you have somewhere to be?" The brunet questioned, fixing his glasses a bit before lightly running a hand over his well-kept hair. It was no secret that many girls swooned over him, but... He never thought of girls as attractive. Guys were so much better, he couldn't just change that about himself. No matter how many times his mother told him that he was a freak and that "God" didn't love him because of it, he didn't give a single shit. Besides, if God was real, why would he care about his damn sexuality? That didn't make sense.

[KuroBear]

Where on earth should he take this foreign human being? He had tons of places to be, but all of them were secret and were not to be shared by a single soul... He had to think of something that wasn't all much of a wow factor unless he felt comfortable with his new 'friend'. "I don't, so I'll take ya to the stream. It's real pretty and it isn't too far from 'ere," he finally said as he rose up from the kitchen seat, stretching his back a little, giving a smile, "How's that sound?"

 

Trip would be taking Samuel to the place he often took his goat, Flower, to. He liked taking walks with her and the stream was a rest stop they could both drink water at and just sit and relax; grazing the green grass in Flower's case. It truly was a nice sight, but there were other places he knew about. Again, Trip had no intention of revealing any of them just yet, not at all maybe.

[Zombie_In_A_Box]

"Sounds good to me." Samuel replied with a smile and, before they left the house, pressed a small kiss to his lip. "A sign of graditude~" He said with a smile, then walked through the door. Harold's lips were so soft... Kind of sweet, too. The brunet was almost proud of himself for pulling out a kiss like this. He could just pretend that people in Tokyo did this. It shouldn't be too hard to fool this guy - he seemed a bit to the stupid kind. Everyone in this goddamn village probably was dumb as hell. Thank god his parents let him finish up his years in university...

 

Samuel stopped outside and looked at Harold, a smile playing on his lips. "Lead the way now~" He said with a barely noticable teasing tone in his voice. Harold really was a cutie... Even if from the countryside. Maybe it was worth playing around to get a relationship out of this? Like, a real one? With dates and all that... Now that he thought about it, it really didn't sound bad at all. In fact, he was more than willing to try something like that. Why not?

[KuroBear]

Trip didn't necessarily respond, but had gave Samuel a clueless expression, which had settled on his face ever since he had felt those lips onto his, before looking to the ground and leading the other around the house to the back, the most basic entry way into the forest. He had never been kissed on the lips before and it was the most awkwardest thing to have been done by a stranger. Was it really Tokyo's custom? He supposed it's self explained; he's never been there before. In another place across the world, a slap on the face could mean 'I love you' for all he knew. The country had it's own ways and another place would have it's own- there was no use questioning it. He just tried not to over think it, but it had left a light blush across his face.

 

With tall, thick trees overhead, the light from the sun just barely came through to them, leaving the two in a faint darkness that had scattered glows of light where the treeline had opened up at. Dirt, bugs, and the occasional rustle in the bushes greeted anyone who came into the thicket, but also gave the treasure of fresh air; oxygen untainted by chemicals or fumes. Upon taking Samuel to their destination, Trip looked at the other brunet, stepping over a broken log in the process, "Not to be rude or noth'n, but why did ya come'ere? There is notta single building over three stories anywhere near here. It's very different and ya just showed up all of a sudden."

[Zombie_In_A_Box]

Samuel completely adored the clueless expression Harold had on his face. It only made the guy cuter, and he absolutely loved that! Cute guys made his heart flutter sometimes... Probably because he still liked to dominate people. Not girls though. His dad sometimes joked that he still wasn't over his "cooties" phase. He often responded with a joke of his own, if mom wasn't around. He honestly hated that woman; sometimes he thought his dad did too. She was so damn controlling and just, evil!

 

As they walked into the forest, Samuel found himself slightly amazed. The pure nature was kind of interesting, actually. The brunet glanced at Harold when he heard the question and sighed. "They think that I can be turned into a straight guy here." He muttered out and ran a hand over his hair. "I'm gay, they're Christian, it doesn't add up too well." Samuel explained with a heavy sigh. The teen then let out a smile and pushed his hands into pockets. "You gonna run away now that you know I like guys?" The brunet joked with a playful smile on his face.

[KuroBear]

"Run away from what ya into? Nah," Trip smiled at the other, "I don't run away from things unless they're dangerous... Like my momma when I bring back dirt in the house." A specific memory came into his head, it was about when he was eleven years old. He had just finished cleaning the pig pen and he smelled like a pig himself afterwards, also being covered in mud; he came in the house as if nothing, which made his mom shoo him out like a dog and then washed him down with the gardening hose. She was very angry about that, especially because she had just mopped... The recollection made his laugh to himself.

 

As far as what Samuel was into, the farm boy really didn't care, but of course held his tongue with that fact. Harold wasn't into relationships at all. Girls, boys, nobody. All he cared about was work, because it was work that was going to help him in life, not a wife. Sure he had a crush in elementary... it had shattered after being taunted by said girl and the rest of the class. It hurt, and not being interested in anybody would help it from not happening again. Harold shook his head to get the brown mess that was his hair away from his eyes, adding on, "But yeah. I don't mind what ya like. It's none of my business... Do think ya parents should light'n up a bit."

[Zombie_In_A_Box]

Samuel blinked in slight surprise at the other's answer before letting out a warm, honest laugh. "Your mom doesn't like dirt in the house?" He chuckled softly, trying to imagine what she was like. He didn't do too well - so he just decided to ask. "Say, Harold, what's your mom like?" He asked with a smile, walking next to the brunet. While his smile seemed kind, his eyes had that predator look in them. So, this one wasn't scared of him being gay? Step one - completed.

 

"My parents? Lighten up? Please, you don't know them well enough." Samuel complained with a low groan. "They're all about God. God hates that, God will punish you for this, God will send you to hell and blah blah. You know the thing, right?" The brunet sighed and rubbed his eyes before lightly ruffling up Harold's hair. "I wish they had your attitude. Everything would be so much easier..." He grumbled and pulled his hand away. It seemed like he either had no idea about private space or just didn't care about that. Probably the later one.

[KuroBear]

Again, Harold had no idea how to react to those eyes. It was like a hungry fox eyeing a chicken coop and he didn't really like to feel like a chicken, but the way Samuel looked at him sure made him feel like one. Maybe it was just the color that made it seem off. Everything about the brunet's expressions suggested one thing or the other. It wracked his brain uncomfortably. He turned his head away in attempt to end his trance in those eyes, "Ya really think so? My momma's always tell'n me that I pretty flat character. Says I spend too much time with animals," Trip gives a small shrug, "That's my only complaint though. She's really nice unless you make her angry with dirt; she likes ta clean. I try not to make her mad and in turn, she bakes real nice pies."

 

Light in the distance signals to them that the stream was close by, along with the faint sound of water rushing, as he glanced at Samuel for a quick and safe second, "She ain't Christan, but she really likes angels..." Sighing with a wry smile, he shakes his head, "Really likes'em... But anyways, we're here, Samuel. Pretty, right?" The flowing water sparkled through the clear beams, stones of all sizes were dashed along the sides of the water and some along the shallow interior of the stream. The streambank was made up of small rocks and flat pebbles, a riffle connected each side of the stream perfectly as if it were a wet walkway. It was beautiful~

[Zombie_In_A_Box]

"A simple character doesn't mean a bad one, you know." Samuel commented with a smile, watching Harold quietly. The more he learned, the more he adored this boy - who cared that he was "flat"? He was cute, and, well... Samuel was pretty sure he liked him. Maybe not in the love kind of way, but no love ever starts from one glance or a conversation. But... The sooner the better, he thought. The brunet smiled widely as he listened to Trip talk about his mother. "She sounds like a nice woman. Way better than my mother." He said with a sigh before he was stunned by the view that opened up in front of him.

 

His lips parted in shock as he stopped, looking around with clearly surprised eyes. This place really was beautiful... "Wow... We don't see things like this in the city... Everything's ruined by men there." The brunet talked quietly before taking the steps needed to reach the river. He crouched down, lightly touching the surface with a small growing on his face. "So you come here often? How did you find this place?" The teen questioned while gazing at the clear water. The whole things was gorgeous! Guess there were good things in countryside too...

[KuroBear]

Simple doesn't mean bad, huh? Nobody really ever reassured the boy on something like that. His mom believed that the way he was would get him nothing but a bland, colorless life, but Trip had beg to differ. The animals he called his friends left his days splattered with different colors, and the picture it created was something he liked and his mother couldn't see.

 

Smiling at Samuel's amazement, Trip settled in a crouch next to him and replied, "I usually take my goat for a walk on good days an' a few years back, we came across this. It looked like'a pretty good rest stop so she'd eat up the grass an' I sat here ta relax... Though if we're both drained, some'a this helps," Cupping his hands together, Harold dipped them into the flowing water. He leaned his head over and slurped up the somewhat cold liquid, the water fell down his chin and arms as he did so, which also had given the boy a good feeling. When he was done, he looked to Samuel and smiled, "Clean, fresh water, ya see?"

[Zombie_In_A_Box]

Samuel's brows furrowed at the first sentence he heard. "Sorry- your goat?" He asked in slight surprise, trying not to show his disgust. He never liked farm animals, no matter where they were. One time in elementary school all of their class went to a trip to a petting zoo... Guess who was the only child not to pet the goat or anything else. Yes, Samuel spent the entire trip on his phone, refusing to even touch any of those. Well, except for the cute dog - but that was a stray one, so it didn't count. Dogs and cats were so much different than some ugly farm animals...

 

He was shocked even further at the anything but graceful way Trip drank - slurped - his water. "Yeah... I see." The brunet muttered with a sigh as he sat down, his arms wrapped around his knees. "So, what, you work with animals? What do you even do with them?" He questioned, looking like the stereotypical city boy. No knowledge about farming and slight disgust towards that anyway.

[KuroBear]

Harold used his arm to wipe away the water that was on his face and gave his answer rather happily, taking the chance to explain his dream job to this clueless city boy, "The animals provide us milk, cheese, eggs an' meat. We sell everything at the market. We got a field that our mule plows for us too. The veggies we got feeds us and the animals, we can sell'em too." Stretching out his arms, Trip had on the biggest smile yet, "It's tons of work an' someone's gotta do it all. I do most of the work, but my momma helps too. Its tough, but I love it. Wouldn't be happier doin' anything else."

 

Oh how this was so true. There were so many things to do in the world, but not a single one was given anything but a remote shrug from him. His mom suggested being an electrician since sometimes after a storm passes by, the power goes out for a day or so. Trip cringed and gave a response somewhere along the lines of one day being fried and cooked crispier than burnt chicken. His mom suggested becoming a plumber, because she hated when the drain got stuck or when rainwater gets into the basement. He responded with "I don't know how to swim." Basically anytime the question or idea rose about doing something extra, the boy would twist out of the reins and go on with his day freely.

[Zombie_In_A_Box]

Samuel was actually surprised when Trip talked about the animals and everything else. His gaze drifted off to the river, staring at the flow, unchanged by anything around it. "Why would you like something like that? I mean, it's dirty work." Even after all that, the brunet couldn't help but question it. Now if one looked at him, his appearance was certainly quite flawless. Hair well-taken care of, washed clothing, carefully cut nails and everything else. Sometimes he actually wore make-up - he especially liked eyeliner, it made his eyes look even better than always...

 

"Didn't you ever think of moving into the city?" He questioned before putting his chin on his knees. His gaze seemed nearly longing as he thought of everyone he left back in Tokyo. All of his friends, classmates, co-workers... He only had to be here for a year. Then he'd just go back and continue his life... But perhaps bringing a small "souvenir" from the countryside would be fun? Ahh, he could already imagine Harold and him in the city... Much better than this disgusting place, no matter how much Trip liked it.

[KuroBear]

Trip's growing friendly fondness over Samuel slowly started to go away when asked why would you like something like that, but he knew he couldn't really judge, because he really wanted to ask the same question for him. The countryside had fresh air, open spaces and it teemed with life, whether it be a 1000 pound bull at the fair or a minuscule bug that flew around your face when the sun went down. And best of all, nothing got boring for him at all. He could look at the same star-lit sky for the rest of his life and not wish for anything else.

 

Looking to Samuel, the boy replied, "I never dream about moving anywhere else. Living here is a lot of work, but I don't think any other job would nearly be entertain'n... " He never saw the city with his own eyes, and the other brunet did. Maybe this 'alien' could explain why the city was so populous, "Say, Samuel. What's so great about where ya from? Isn't it crowded and muggy there? The city really don't sound that pleasant from where I stand." Harold leaned back, propping himself up with his hands, keeping his gaze on Samuel. Those eyes again...

[Zombie_In_A_Box]

Samuel barely held in a heavy sigh at what he heard. Entertaining? How was any work of that kind entertaning? "Well, if that's what you think..." He murmured softly, looking away for a short moment before glancing at Trip again. "Sorry, I probably sound like I don't like it." He apologized with a half-grin. "I'm just really not used to anything here... None of my relatives even live in the countryside." The brunet said with a sigh as he lightly ran a finger over the grass where he was sitting. If he could find something good in here, his stay would become so much better...

 

"Why's the city great? There are a lot of activities there! Like, the cinema, amusement parks, shops..." He spoke with a smile. "There are a lot of different people, too. That's fun, once you get to meet more, you even get invites to parties!" The man said with a wider grin on his face. "And if you feel like staying home, you can basically just download a book, some pizza, make a hot drink, get a blanket and spend the evening next to a fire. That's the amazing life." The teen said with a dreamy sigh, closing his eyes for the moment. "I'm a city child, I know that. I'm used to the constant cars, I'm used to the bunch of people... I like the city, just like you like the countryside."

[KuroBear]

"I get'cha," Trip rubbed his neck and tried to seem a little bit interested, "Haha, boy! That all sure sounds..." Boring? Dull? Uninteresting? "Excite'n...! You know. We do have a theater, but it's old I kinda doubt they got the same movies than where ya from... Ah. Um, well..." He had no idea where to carry the conversation next. Neither of them had anything in common and at the tip of his tongue, he could tell Samuel had as little interest here than Trip had with the city. "I've never really been to a real party before. How's that like with ya friends? An' I don't think you're talk'n about birthday parties." Dryly laughing, he gave a futile attempt to keep up a conversation, dreading awkward moments of silence with a practical stranger.

 

Any kind of place that had a lot of people was a place you certainly wouldn't find Harold. He couldn't stand being somewhere that was as packed as a chicken farm or anywhere that was frighteningly loud. Samuel probably preferred that over a 'place like this'... yet another way how the two were completely opposite.

[Zombie_In_A_Box]

This time Samuel simply couldn't hold in a heavy sigh and an annoyed eye roll. "Please, just stop pretending you find it exciting when you don't. You're a horrible liar." He chuckled with a slightly warmer expression on his face. His eyebrow twitched slightly at the dry laugh from Harold and he simply layed down on the soft grass, his hands behind his head. "I gotta tell you, parties are great. I like being with people, I like spending the nights out..." He said with a soft sigh, closing his eyes. "This place isn't really for me, but then again, I only have to spend a year here. Just until I'm twenty-one."

 

His purple eyes soon opened, staring at the sky above him. One idea flashed through his mind; maybe that would help him get closer with this guy. "Hey... Can you watch the stars at night? I'd love to do that..." He trailed off quietly, a small smile tugging at his lips. "The only way I could see a clearer view of them was in a planetarium. Basically, it's a bulding with a fake sky in it - though it looks real enough. I still think the real thing is better."

[KuroBear]

Lying? No, he'd never lie about something so important to him. This Samuel character was really starting to make out someone he didn't really favor over; and he wouldn't until this boy got some respect for the work he did, the work he was proud of. It actually stung a bit along with anger to hear the brunet say such a thing. He didn't care about parties or anything about the city. And in a year, apparently, this guy would b out of his hair... Slowly realizing all the hateful things in his head, he took a deep breath and clenched his hands that he hadn't even known became fists. Yes a nerve was stricken, but... he had to give Samuel a break. He just doesn't understand anything there is about him. Nobody really did.

 

Choosing not to comment about anything about parties or about the 'lies', Trip listened to what the other had to say about a planetarium and just thought about how artificial the city really is. I was actually a sad thing that city dwellers missed out on once of the beauties of life, "Yeah we got stars," smiling calmly after mentally cooling off, Trip looked down at Samuel, "They're out every night actually. I've never been to a planet-terium... but I gotta agree that the real thing's far better. I always like ta sit on my porch and jus' relax. Care to join me tonight, Sam?" He changed his gaze to the stream, "Can I call ya Sam?"