+All that glitters is Micah+(KamekazePrince & Zombie_In_A_Box) [18+,abuse]

[KamekazePrince]

 

Micah Anthony

 

Mica is a lustrous, pliant metal. Its glittery appearance helps to brighten pigments and cosmetics. Mica can withstand immense voltage allowing current to pass. It can be broken easily and peels off in thin layers.

 

Age: 21

Height: 5’10’’

Weight: 155 lbs

Hair color: Golden blonde

Eye color: Bottle green

Occupation: Student, Third year undergraduate at Kingston University, President of the Drama Club

Personality:

He comes off as charming, chivalrous and flirtatious. He is an idealist, an optimist. He always takes the initiative and is very accommodating.

Trivia: He is a closet homosexual uke. He hides it because he feels it threatens his masculine image.

Quirks: Apologises a lot, even for the smallest of things

Character:

-Has a massive hero complex. Takes great pride and seriousness in his charming and heroic persona.

-Often goes overboard in helping others, sometimes out of a pressing need to prove his usefulness.

-Feels obliged to give more in a relationship. He judges its strength by how much he puts into it.

-Feels a great sense of indebtedness to his friends, and often expresses this through his repeated apologies.

-Ashamed of his errors, needs and impulses. He denies it through his heroism.

 

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Micah stood majestically on the pedestal. Draped in gold, he shone resplendently. His sapphire green eyes glistened under the spotlight and the ruby on his sword shimmered. He was motionless. Like a statue.

 

Micah had it all. The President of the Drama Club, the most popular senior and the college heartthrob. He was very much admired. As it often is with famous personalities, the ones in the limelight are often the ones that harbour the deepest of sorrows. If Micah had any sadness, he showed none of it, not even to himself. So well played that he himself didn’t know it.

 

“I am the Happy Prince,” he announced. Tears were streaming down his cheeks.

 

He was indeed perfect for this role from Oscar Wilde’s classics. Micah was towering magnificently onstage, his wet cheeks shimmering in the light. His voice was deep and clear, rising and falling with every phrase. “Why are you weeping then?” piped a short boy. The boy was supposed to be dressed as a swallow, but for now he was just covered in a smock awkwardly. “Because,” Micah’s voice dropped to a husky tone, his eyes smouldering.

 

“I am actually...Prince Charming!”

A giggle passed through the audience. “FOCUS Micah, focus.” The director’s voice cut him across sharply. Micah grinned stupidly, rubbing the back of his head before returning to seriousness. His expression instantly morphed into one of sadness. Fresh tears sprung forth from his eyes. “Now that I am dead, they have set me up here so high that I can see all the ugliness and all the misery of my city, and though my heart is made of lead yet I cannot choose but weep.”

[Zombie_In_A_Box]

 

Jason O'Maley

 

Age: 22

 

Height: 5’11’’

 

Weight: 180 lbs

 

Hair color: Sandy brown

 

Eye color: Deep turquoise, very captivating

 

Occupation: Student, Third year undergraduate at Kingston University, Belongs to the volleyball team.

 

Personality: Although he appears kind, calm and collected, he's actually quite twisted. He often acts like a real gentleman, usually has a small, somewhat mysterious smile on his face. He never reveals his true colors to anyone until he knows he won't be revealed as the bad guy.

 

Trivia: Openly pansexual, doesn't feel like gender has a lot of impact on anything. Also identifies as agender, although always prefers pants and clothing that doesn't reveal too much skin.

 

Quirks: Constantly does something with his hair, wipes his glasses very often.

 

Character:

 

 

-He's known for his techniques in volleyball, also the "bad luck" that follows their opponents.

-He often ignores people in need, unless he's sure to get something out of helping them.

-As a child, he was abused by his father, yet no one knows that.

-He always has the need to be in control, no matter where and with what cost.

 

 

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Jason crossed his legs, leaning back against the chair as he watched the rehearsal. Too bad, today he didn't have volleyball practice so he was stuck here, watching... Although the guy who played the main part may have been just enough to make the stay worth it. Truly a prince charming...

 

The brunet felt a smile tugging at the corners of his lips as the said guy joked. Hm, perhaps he could get this one as well? He'd begun to think of the people he managed to 'break' as trophies of some kind. If he could, he'd just hang them all on his wall and watch them, remembering how good it felt to really be in control. How good it felt to know that he was the one who dictated how things went.

 

Jason took off his glasses, gently wiping them with the hem of his shirt. They were smudged again... Or maybe his eyes were just too sensitive to handle any stain on the glass. Besides, he couldn't risk missing this guy's acting. It was simply breathtaking. He also found that he enjoyed his voice a lot... The brunet tried to catch the other's gaze, his long eyelashes hiding his eyes a little bit. Perhaps he should really try to get closer to this one?

 

He just had to wait until the rehearsal was over. He was pretty sure they didn't even live so far away from one another. It seemed like Micah was always coming home a lot later, though. Probably busy being the heart of the university. Jason himself felt attracted to him, now he just had to make himself "presentable". Hell, he was a great actor himself, just in real life. His emotions were usually under this thick curtain, and only the ones he allowed out would be shown.

[KamekazePrince]

Micah pressed a damp towel against his face. He was squinting fiercely, trying to adjust to the dimly-lit backstage. “You were great today Micah!” The swallow-boy gushed, handing him a bottle of water. “Thanks Justin!” Micah beamed as he unscrewed the lid and drank deeply from the bottle. The rehearsal was intense today. "Ahhh," he let out as he put down the water.

 

Micah was a great actor. But he’d feel greatly offended if someone were to call him that. He wasn’t simply putting on a show. He never faked it. It was that the roles he had chosen were so perfectly chosen, he would shine in them. They were meant for him; They reflected his own character. The feeling he put into his lines came directly from his heart. That was why his acting was so captivating. It really wasn’t ‘acting’ at all.

 

He stepped outside. A couple of enthusiastic students, mostly girls had gathered around him. The swallow-boy slipped away shrewdly from the gang as they waltzed to the door chattering. “Micah, you gotta try playing Prince Charming!” “I would! Totally! But Miranda, who was casted for Cinderella, found her lunch box stuffed with squid-ink ever since that day! “Really??!” “Yeah!! And didn't stop until she quit!” “Hey Micah, I could be your Cinderella~” “Kathy, don’t tell me you did that to her..” “Of course not, stupid, relax.” “..Haha..."

[Zombie_In_A_Box]

Jason decided to stay after the rehearsal to try and catch his own little bird. Happy Prince or Prince Charming, this prince would become a caged bird only let out to taste enough freedom to still feel like it was wild. The brunet leaned against the doorframe as he watched the interactions between Micah and other people. At the mention of Miranda, his lips curled out into a smile - of course it was him who did that. Well, he didn't put the ink in, but got someone to do it instead of himself. He couldn't risk getting his hands dirty, after all.

 

"Sorry, Micah?" He called out once most of the fangirls had left. Jason smiled and held out his hand. "Hi, I really enjoyed watching this performance... I'm Jason." He smiled warmly, although the smile didn't fully reach his eyes - they always staid focused and calm, like the sea before a big storm.

 

"Correct me if I'm wrong, but I believe we live close to each other. Are you heading home?" Jason asked casually, looking straight into the other's eyes. What he liked most about himself was the ability to remain absolutely calm when in social situations. He never had any anxiety disorder, at least... A certain mental disorder was still ruining his life, but he was trying to overcome it, he was. That was the one thing he thought was worth seeing a psychologyst for.

[KamekazePrince]

Micah spun around when he heard his name. He was pleasantly surprised to see a bespectacled guy extending his arm towards him. “…I’m Jason.” Micah grinned and shook his hand hard. “Thanks Jason, I’m glad you liked it ! ” he said with a little bow. He stiffened at the man’s question and pulled back a bit. “Yeah, I’m heading home,” he replied, bobbing his chin a little. He was still smiling warmly.

 

He didn’t intend to call anyone over to his house. Even his friends rarely came. In the event that they did, he would hurriedly stash away his gay porn pics in a hidden folder called ‘Medieval texts in alchemy'. Unlikely for a layman like Jason to discover it, he thought, as the man stared at him, his eyes concealed behind the sheen in his spectacles. “I stay at 21, Marleybone Avenue,” he finally revealed in his fruity voice before quipping, “In the lair of radioactive spiders!" He widened his eyes and waved his palms out in a circle, feigning terror. I hope you're scared of spiders, he smiled mischievously.

 

In the event of social confrontation, there was the ultimate weapon to employ. Drama, or humour.

[Zombie_In_A_Box]

Jason stared into Micah's eyes, a small smile curling his lips out. Yes, he certainly liked this guy... When he heard the other would be heading home, the smile widened slightly as he tilted his head. The brunet pushed his hands into the pockets of his pants, appearing to be as casual as he could. As he waited for the blond to reveal his adress, the man lifted his weight from one foot to the other.

 

As it was finally said out loud, Jason opened his mouth to speak but instead covered it with his mouth as he laughed. "Wow, I hope you won't start shooting spiderweb out your hands." He chuckled softly, shaking his head slightly. "I live at the same street, just a few houses away, the 16." He said with a smile, tilting his head while his gaze remained on the other.

 

"Would you mind walking together?" He asked, turning his gaze away for a moment to look around. "I see you going home sometimes, through my window. I'm surprised you get home that late... How do you manage to get through all the homework?" The brunet asked with raised eyebrows, the question honestly bugging him. He himself always needed everything to be perfect, so homework was something he spent a lot of time on - all of his grades were at least A's. He couldn't remember the last time he'd gotten less than a hundred on any test.

[KamekazePrince]

Ah.. he intentionally missed the point. Micah found himself chuckling at the man’s response, though his smile flickered shortly afterwards. Number 16, eh… That was unavoidably close. He waited for the inevitable question as the man popped it. “Sure!” he shrugged in a knee-jerk manner. His hands began hugging the straps of his backpack. Ah, I can manage it. And so they began walking down the corridor.

 

Small talk ensued. “Well, I have a lot of people who help me with my homework! ” he beamed. “Jessica, Kathy, Linda, Melanie…,” he was engrossed in counting with his fingers. “Such nice friends!” He finished naively with a dreamy smile on his face. He turned to Jason. “Ah sorry-,” he mumbled at his quizzical expression, “I have drama practice all the time. I bunk a lot of classes and skip assignments,” he explained with an expression of seriousness, gesturing actively with his hands. “But I always have friends who cover up for me!” he finished, smiling from ear to ear.

 

His friends were good.

Too good for him, he sometimes felt.

[Zombie_In_A_Box]

Jason wasn't blind - he saw the discomfort in Micah, even if he attempted to hide it. Little details, such as the flickered smile or his hands hugging the straps of his backpack. That was no good... He wanted to gain his trust, not drive him further away.

 

That wish floated away the more he listened. "And you let them help you? Do you learn anything?" Jason asked quietly, but firmly. "I believe one should always do their homework by themselves. You'll have to take your exams, and I doubt you'd want to do badly on them." The brunet spoke, glancing down at his feet for a moment before looking back at Micah. "Skipping assignments will get you nowhere. Frankly, if drama is so important, you should be studying that... Your job in this university is to learn and use that knowledge in the future." Jason continued speaking, his lips pursing into a tight frown for a moment when he was done before a quiet sigh parted them.

 

"I'm sorry, I probably sound boring." He apologized with a small smile appearing on his face. He ran a hand over his hair, slightly messing them up. "Still, I suggest you try to do most schoolwork yourself. If you feel you can't, I'd gladly study with you. I have a few tricks to quick learning." Jason added with his smile widening.

[KamekazePrince]

Micah turned to Jason and opened his mouth to speak, but the guy just didn’t stop. “Woah woah!” he exclaimed at the slightest opening, waving his outstretched palms up and down. “Chill dude!” he cried, stopping his palms in front of the guy’s glasses. Is he a nerd or something? Micah wrinkled his eyebrows and put on a lopsided grin before he beginning his explanation, “I get mostly As and a couple of Bs and ABs,” he dropped his hands to his sides and continued walking. He was a fairly good student. He may not have been hardworking, but he was shrewd. “I know what I’m doing.” He paused, that line not being entirely true, but he shrugged it off anyway. “Thanks for the offer man, but thats not the problem…,” he drifted off.

 

The problem was matrices. Four by four matrices. Inverting them and finding determinants. 'Boring' and 'pointless' exercises which he and his gang evaded by taking turns. Hmm, perhaps Jason was fond of multiplying six-digit numbers?

 

Micah stared at the guy, searching for traces of geekiness. The guy only ruffled his hair and smiled. Charming, thought Micah as a dimple appeared on his face. He felt a little sheepish at having ignored the guy's apology. It was quite nice of him. "Say Jason-" he ventured, "Do you study a lot?" (Though he knew that a true nerd would vehemently deny it.) "How do you find your studies?"

[Zombie_In_A_Box]

Jason stared at the other, eyebrows raising the slightest bit. Dude? No one called him that... It sounded weird. Shaking it off, the brunet found himself confused. "How do you manage to get good grades if you don't put in work? Photographic memory or something else?" He asked with a soft chuckle, glancing away for a moment, the sunset catching his gaze. Talking about photographic memory... He wanted to get this view into a photograph. Although he had dozens of them already, each one seemed breathtaking, different all the time.

 

"Oh? Then what is the problem?" Jason asked while stopping, pulling his bag off of his shoulders. "Sorry, just a few moments." He smiled as he crouched down, taking out the camera. He couldn't resist, really. Anything he found beautiful, he had to take a picture of. Mostly to remind himself on those bad, heavy days that the world still had beauty in it. As he snapped a picture, the man put the camera back into its case, that going into the bag. Seemed like everything there was organized, even.

 

"I do study a lot, I suppose. I usually give as much time as I need to fully understand a subject." Jason replied calmly, pulling the bag back on. As he began walking again, the brunet pursed his lips slightly, thinking about the second question. "I'd say they're going well. I don't believe I have less than an A anywhere." He smiled again, glancing at Micah. "How about you?"

[KamekazePrince]

Micah was a little taken aback by the man’s response. He stopped surprised as the man brandished a camera. “Its alright, take your time,” he quickly reassured him and sunk his hands into his pockets. He crossed one leg behind the other and stood in admiration, watching Jason’s back instead of the sunset. He looked pretty cool. So he really isn’t a nerd… He turned to peek into Jason’s bag as he put away his camera and smiled. Maybe he’s just a perfectionist… He closely scrutinised the guy’s words, this time in consideration of his other hobbies. He was beginning to warm up to him.

 

“Well Jason, heres the thing-“ Micah began animatedly, pulling his hands out of his pockets, “By solely paying close attention in class, one can score 70%,” he held up seven of his fingers. The manner of his speech may have been belittling if not for the expression of genuine interest in his face, “Of course, the teacher has to be good. Otherwise…, well, theres always our classmate Arnold, the almighty, he-who-knows-everything,” he added with a grin and resumed counting on his fingers, “10% is by doing a little bit from assignments. The good ones,” he added under his breath. “The rest depends on how much extra effort I put in,” he finished, satisfied at having explained the intricate patterns of his study.

 

Though Micah didn’t realise it, he was quite brilliant. Not every student could concentrate as he did. He studied less often, but with great intensity. That way, he could accomplish in a minute what took others five.

[Zombie_In_A_Box]

Jason tilted his head to the side as Micah began explaining how his "brain" worked, if he could name it that way. His eyebrows rose slightly when the other said merely paying attention in class was worth 70%. As he continued to listen, the brunet pursed his lips a little, only chuckling at the mention of Arnold. Hell, he was sure he was smarter than that guy, but he didn't flaunt himself that much. It was fun to shut him up sometimes with his own knowledge.

 

"That's rather impressive." Jason smiled, pushing one hand into his pocket while the other gently ran over his hair before pushing his glasses up his nose. "It's really amazing you can get so much just from paying attention in class. I'd say for me, it only gets about 50%. Then again, no brain works the same." The man smiled again, his expressions softer. "I do suppose if your studying cycle is like this, it isn't hard to enjoy your drama as well." There he paused, lightly biting his lip, appearing hesitant just for a moment.

 

"Say, have you ever seen our university play a volleyball match against someone?" He asked, tugging down on his shirt to get rid of a wrinkle. "You're not the only one who has other interests." The brunet laughed softly, shaking his head slightly. There, just take it easy... He always played it off like this, like a disease that slowly slithered in until it was too late to try and get rid of it.

[KamekazePrince]

Micah listened attentively to Jason, nodding his head now and then. He paused as he brunette pushed his glasses, his eyes now coming into view. They were a startling turquoise. Micah gulped involuntarily. There was something about Jason that emanated an air of suaveness. Perhaps it was his charming mannerisms. Definitely not nerdish, he concluded. His happiness at this revelation was rudely interrupted by the man's remark.

 

“Sorry man, I didn’t mean that-“ Micah turned bright pink and was quick to apologise, before he suddenly stopped with his mouth open. I didn't actually say anything, did I... He was only thinking in his head. He paused agape at his feet for a few moments before he laughed it off uneasily, “I’m sorry, are you in our volleyball team?” He looked at Jason, his hands fidgeting a little in his pockets. Whats up with this guy? He smiled unfalteringly though. He had just been caught off guard, thats all. There is no reason to be embarrassed, he assured himself and smiled.

[Zombie_In_A_Box]

Jason smiled at the apology, shaking his head slightly. "It's fine." He chuckled, somewhat proud in himself. The man didn't even realize how easy it was to manipulate some people into acting how he wanted... There were times he didn't realize he was doing it anymore. Manipulating people was just becoming his lifestyle, and to some extent... It was scary. Jason adored the feeling of power, but at the same time having it terrified him.

 

"Yes, I'm in the team. I'm the middle blocker, if that says anything." Jason chuckled quietly, looking at Micah with a smile playing on his face. "So, I'm guessing you haven't seen any matches. If you're in the mood, we'll be having a practice match against the Newcastle university this Saturday." He spoke, keeping eye contact with the other. He tilted his head to the side a little bit, his smile widening as he waited for his answer. If he was correct, Micah wouldn't refuse... He doubted this guy really knew how to say no.

[KamekazePrince]

Micah let out an appreciative sound while nodding. Middle blocker, eh… Thats quite a demanding position. He threw out of his head all thoughts about Jason being a nerd and grinned approvingly. This guy was pretty cool. Albeit a little weird. ”Na-ice !” Micah exclaimed at the man’s invitation. This could be interesting… “Yeah, I’ll be around for drama practice as well, so I’ll check you guys out then.” He gave him a thumbs-up.

 

Micah rarely ever refused any invitation. It was not that he didn’t know how to say no. He just never tried, he never felt like saying no. With his massive sense of obligation to Tom Dick and Harry, every request was reasonable, every demand was acceptable. He often went along with it till his body unsurprisingly gave way and he would wind up in hospital for a couple of days not knowing what hit him. Even then it would take a mightily excruciating situation to get him to mumble a ’no’ amidst a dozen ‘sorries’.

[Zombie_In_A_Box]

Jason smiled widely as Micah agreed, tilting his head slightly. "I hope you'll be cheering for me." He laughed, shaking his head slightly as he looked up at the sky, his eyes for once gaining some emotion, some admiration. "Say, this is a weird question, but... Do you believe in aliens?" The brunet asked with a chuckle, tossing a glance at Micah. "I find it difficult to not believe in them, honestly. Just think about how big the universe is..." He trailed off, gaze fixed on the sunset.

 

Some of his dreams were incredibly childish, but not in the bad way. He dreamed of going to space most often. The stars, all of the planets, they fascinated him so much... The man loved laying outside and staring at the stars, at night it was so quiet and calm... Besides, it was better than trying to sleep on the nights when sleep just didn't come. He found that the endless sky calmed him down, in some way. It made him feel... Free.

[KamekazePrince]

At the man's question, Micah grinned lopsidedly, his eyebrows raised in a mixture of fascination and surprise. Yep, definitely weird. Weird but likeable, Micah concluded. Everyone was likeable to Micah, so that really didn’t say much.

 

He found himself at a loss for an answer. He didn’t believe or disbelieve in aliens. There was always a possibility, that was all. He ran his head through various replies, carefully, not wanting to offend Jason and his belief system. “Ahm...“ he began, gazing off into distant space, with his chin held between his thumb and index finger thoughtfully, “You can never rule out the possibility, thats for sure...” He had seen enough big numbers in physics to know that no man could go and explore every corner.

 

Was I not supposed to take the question literally?

 

“Hey, for all you know,” he grinned and dropped his hands. Nudging Jason in the ribs with his elbow, “Aliens might have landed on earth and left immediately after finding out that theres no intelligent life anywhere!” He laughed and put his hands back into his pockets, satisfied with his 'answer'.

[Zombie_In_A_Box]

Jason glanced at the other as he began speaking, nodding slightly at his first words. Those were weak words, in his opinion. One could never rule out any possibility, at least he thought so. Everything was possible, but something had a chance so slim, the possibility of it happening was near nonexistent. Still, the possibility was there.

 

As Micah joked about aliens having come before, the brunet chuckled, the smile staying on his face for a while. "I guess that's also possible. Or they could've come when this planet was inhabited by dinosaurs. Imagine coming to a planet that's filled with mostly huge creatures, of which some just want to kill you. I bet you wouldn't want to stay, mm?" Jason laughed quietly, glancing at the sunset again. "Still, it would be interesting to meet someone from a different planet, don't you think?" He muttered quietly, somewhat dreamily.

 

"Well, nevermind that. Do you want to come over or are you too busy?" Jason asked suddenly, catching Micah's gaze, his eyes back to their calm and cool look.

[KamekazePrince]

“Uhun,” Micah nodded and chuckled every now and then throughout the man’s talk. It was a bit peculiar, but he went along with it earnestly. The man’s final question threw him for a little loop. “Sure I’ll come over!” he said, bobbing his head at Jason in a knee-jerk fashion with his trademark grin. But his brain was dazzled. It was not the question itself but the way it was phrased, it was unsettling. Does that make me a bad sorta person if I say I don’t want to come over? His eyes were glazed and fixed at his foot as he groped through the semantics in his head. He was inadvertently kicking a pebble around. Listening to this guy was like attempting a trick puzzle... He eventually just gave up.

 

Micah had no problem with visiting his friends. In fact, he often slept over at his gang’s. It was them coming over that he needed a lot of preparation time for. Micah’s response to Jason was impulsive no doubt, but earnest.

[Zombie_In_A_Box]

Jason smiled widely when the other agreed to come over. "Great, I can make some snacks, too... You're not a vegetarian, right?" The brunet asked with one raised eyebrow. Honestly, though, if it was that easy to get Micah to come over, he should use that more often. He didn't really want to try anything too risky, but so far everything's been going so well, he couldn't help but want to try.

 

As he stopped at his house, the man got his key out of his backpack and unlocked the door. From outside, the house didn't look like anything too extravagant, though it was certainly tidy and neat. Inside, along with the tidiness, everything seemed to be expensive, but not flashy. No, nothing in his house was flashy. As he set his backpack down, Jason glanced at the other and smiled. "You can leave your shoes here, if you need to use the bathroom, it's down the hall, first door on your right." He explained quickly as he took off his shoes and placed them neatly by the doorstep.

 

"Tea of coffee?" Jason asked as he walked towards the kitchen. It was connected to the hallway, with no door. There seemed to be a lot of soft, warm colors everywhere - except the bathroom. There, pastel green and blue were dominating.

[KamekazePrince]

“Nope,” Micah said and pressed his lips into a thin smile and entered. Whoa… He staggered a few steps backward and began gingerly stepping inside, afraid of interrupting that haven of cleanliness and tidiness. He carefully removed his shoes and clung on to his socks, lest his feet should transfer microbes inside. Is Jason really just a college guy or a Superman?

 

“No thanks, I’ll just have a glass of water if you insist,” Micah said and carefully placed his backpack near Jason's. He stood up and looked around with his hands in his pocket. Definitely a perfectionist. "...So..," he began by stating the obvious, "...I see your house is very prim and proper..." He was quite unsure of what to say to such a person, for he had never met a guy like this before. Girls, yes. Guys, no. "...Must take a lot to maintain huh...," he murmured and stepped towards the kitchen to join his host.

[Zombie_In_A_Box]

Jason nodded slightly, turning to take out a glass for Micah. "Carbonated or no?" He asked, glancing over his shoulder for a moment before taking out a mug for himself. He was too used to drinking tea whenever he got home to just dismiss the need. As the brunet poured the other's water, a small smile spread across his face, finding his new acquaintance's wording rather amusing, at the least.

 

"I suppose I do spend some time cleaning up... It's a way to occupy time, anyway. I enjoy it, in a way." He smiled, turning around to set the glass of water down, taking his tea as well. "Say... Why did you even take up acting? Did it come naturally or did someone suggest it?" He asked, turning to one of the cabinets to take out some dried fruit, as well as a small box of candy. He himself didn't really enjoy sweets, never did. That was one of the reasons he was called a strange kid - others included him not crying and in general being awfully quiet. Those had a single reason, which he hated to remember. "If you need anything, just tell me." The brunet smiled, crossing his legs as he sat down.

[KamekazePrince]

“Just plain water thanks,” Micah replied and began slowly sipping the glass of water. “Well,” he began explaining at the man’s question, his gaze turning to distant space. He had seated himself comfortably on the couch and inadvertently reached out to grab a handful of raisins. He was quite fond of dried fruits and nuts. “There was this one time back in middle school where we had to do a monologue…” His lips began stretching into a smile. “…And I picked Vegeta from DBZ, cuz you know, that was the rage at that time…” A dreamy glaze appeared over his eyes. The nostalgia… “I enacted his dying scene, you know, in.. Frieza saga…?” he spun back to reality and turned to Jason with an uncertain eyebrow raised.

 

“Anyways," he shrugged, "everyone loved it so much, they talked about it for days. So I decided to join the drama club and thats how it started…,” he finished and turned back to space, his hand subconsciously making a move towards the raisins. He realised that he was scraping the bottom of the bowl. His eyes darted to the empty bowl. “Oh sorry!” he gushed, lifting the bowl, inspecting it and placing it away at a distance nervously. He laughed it off, “Your raisin supplies face premature extinction in my mandibles.”

[Zombie_In_A_Box]

Jason listened quietly, glancing at the bowl of raisins which was quickly emptying from time to time as well. He nodded slightly as Micah looked at him with the raised eyebrow, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. Cartoons and stuff like that was the best way to get away from the reality as a child, of course DBZ was one of his favorites. As he continued listening, the memories of sitting by his tiny TV, a blanket wrapped around him as he watched the episodes one by one flashed through his mind. That had to be the best part of his own childhood.

 

"That's fine, have some more." Jason smiled, lightly brushing his thumb over his bottom lip as he thought. "I didn't get into volleyball by myself, even. My friend dragged me in, but somehow I ended up staying and he left." The brunet chuckled quietly to himself, looking up at the ceiling as he gripped the hot mug with his hands a little bit tighter. "Anyway, what do you do on your free time?.. You have a girlfriend or someone?" The man asked, raising his eyebrows slightly. Now he had to pay close attention... It was always obvious when someone was lying. Or hiding something. He had a plan on how to get the truth out, although he didn't know Micah well enough to be sure it worked... He had to try, though.

[KamekazePrince]

“I see,” Micah bobbed his head as Jason spoke. At Jason’s question, pat came the reply. “Nope,” Micah announced with a happy-go-lucky grin. When it came to being asked out, Micah was as oblivious as a lamp post. He never took the hint even when some girl fawned over his biceps or flashed him her glossy mane. Occasionally some brave Joan-of-arc would venture and ask him out, “Would you like to have a cup of coffee with me sometime?” And he would gladly oblige with a, “Sure! How nice of you to treat me!”

 

He never asked anyone out either. After all, it wasn’t girls he was attracted to. He had a thing for his director. And there was tiny crush on this suave basketball guy Lewis. But he absolutely refrained from dropping even the slightest hint. He was yet to come to terms with his own sexuality.

 

“Dunno, I don’t have much free time,” he began as followed Jason’s gaze towards the ceiling. He stared at the speckled finish thoughtfully. “In the little free time I have, I watch some TV shows or movies,” he finished. He turned to Jason. “How about you, do you have a special lady?” he asked with a wink and a cheeky grin.