I Will Understand. (Florence & Eornostlice)

[Guest Eornostlice]

Ali discovered that as usual, he liked listening more than talking. Yet his gaze was focused on Amon, making him only half attentive to his words. He had noticed the boy's motion and perhaps if the season was something else other than winter, it would not feel off to the raven in the least. But this was a snowy day of cold winter, time when there are mo flies or bugs just floating around to annoy humans. Bluntly put... there was nothing there. There should have been nothing there...

 

Small strange reactions from up until now seemed to surface inside his mind, as he put them together. His face did not betray his thoughts, he remained smiling and did not speak about it.

 

"Ah actually I think adding that would be a great idea. Who knows, if we describe the place and the taste a bit it could even bring them a new customer." He replied naturally, by casually half-joking. Well only half. The place looked like they could use more clients afterall so that would have been nice.

 

"Don't worry about me tho. I am not some high maintenance guest. I already got some curry so I am calling it perfect."

[Florence_Ashmore]

Amon nodded back and smiled slightly over at the other, rather proud that Ali seemed to appriciate his idea. The point that they could bring in more customers to the place seemed all the better, admit it or not that place was dear to him. He wanted them to prosper, though he knew if the place got to much attention he would have to cut his visits there less frequent and have them deliver it instead and that thought unsettled him slightly. But nothing was to really be done about it now, improving there buisness was more important than protecting his own peace of mind. It wasn't there fault he wasn't normal like everyone else. "Ah, there it is. " He spoke softly, pointing over as they came to a house. The snow was covering the yard by now, but it was clear that the grass was a bit over grown. A pile of 5 trash bags sat outside on the curb,also covered in snow.

 

There was a window at the top of the three story home that looked like a baseball or something had gone through it and had never been fixed. Carefully, he pushed open the rickety metal fence that lined the small property and led the other up the snowy pathway to the front door. Fishing his keys out of his bag he put them into the lock before pushing the door open. "Come on in, would you mind taking your shoes off so we don't track in any of the snow?" He asked the other before entering himself and leaning against the wall to slid his shoes off. "I'll be in the kitchen putting the food onto plates, "He finished before dissapearing around the corner of the hall.

 

The hallway was dimly lit, as was the rest of the house, and every door inside had a lock on it. There was a set of about 20 keys hanging on a hook beside the door that were all worn and looked well used. The floors of the house were made from wood and were all impecibly clean. The only mess was a single borken vase in the living room, and an empty unmarked pill bottle next to it.

[Guest Eornostlice]

Ali's first impressions about the house were not quite the best. There seemed to be... no happiness to it. It was obviously neglected, proof being the trash bags, the unattended window and grass. It could use a bit of love... some warmth. He felt sad thinking that this was the place Amon called home. Not because of the poor shape that it was in but rather... because it truly had a lonely aura to it. There was no other way to describe the feeling it gave.

 

As instructed, the raven took off his shoes after entering as told, watching the white haired boy disappear. He truly was making a fuss over nothing... Ali felt like he was trying a bit too hard to be a good guest.

 

For a few moments, he wondered what he was to do, not having been told. He took a moment to look around and take in the sight of the house. No matter how he looked at it, that feeling of loneliness did not seem to disappear. Perhaps Amon.. lived alone? It occured to him that he never actually had the chance to ask.

 

After thinking for a few moments, Ali made his way to the end of the corridor, letting himself be guided by the sound to find his way to the kitchen. "Is there anything I can help with? I feel bad for just hanging around while you do everything." Perhaps he was a bit pushy but those were his true feelings. He was used to helping, doing it a lot at home. His mother often had to do everything alone, given how his father's working schedule was irregular to the point where you could call it disorganized.

[Florence_Ashmore]

Amon reached up into the pantry and took out two out of the five plates he had there and grabbed two of the three tea cups that he had. Setting them out on the counter he opened the bag and pulled out the piping hot food, carefully pouring both sets into there respective plates and cups. He grabbed the soup and turned to get a bowl, only to realize he only had one. Someone with so little dishes and only one bowl will be suspisious. He heard the soft whisper and turned quickly, looking in the direction where it had come from only to find nothing.

 

The dish washer.A soft, voice rang in from what sounded like just inside his head, I won't think anything is odd if you pretend to start the dishwasher. I will just think the dishes are in there, not suspicious at all, hm? He recognized the voice, it was Ali's. Before he could think of how to react, he heard the others soft foot steps approaching and quickly turned to the dishwasher, flicked the lock closed, and switched it on without so much as adding soap. Just as he finished, the other appeared through the doorway. His shoulders which he didn't even notice were tensed relaxed in relief, he had made it in time. Perhaps, inviting the other over wasn't the best idea, but he'd done it out of impulse. That impulsive feeling was something he hadn't felt since before he could remember, and it was now that he remembered why he did his best to ignore it.

 

"Just think of it as repayment for knocking you into the snow earlier, sound fair?" He spoke, his voice was still soft but it was noticably back to the impassive, unwavering tone that had only just showed signs of shifting a bit. "Sorry, I'm out of bowls, didn't realize I had forgotten to run the dishwasher. So the paper ones are going to have to do." He spoke, while pushing the others plate, cup and plastic take out bowl of soup towards him on the counter. The white haired male was about to take his own food to the table, then remembered that he didn't have a table. "Ah, the kitchen table's legs broke recently when my room mate tripped into it recently too so we are going to have to sit at the table in the living room if that's alright?"

 

He spoke, picking up his own items and moving to the door way so the other could follow him. He'd not really considered that his home was anything out of the ordinary, and he was kicking himself for not thinking clearly. Usually, he would never have made that mistake. For one thing, when he was home he rarely turned on the lights in an attempt to not attract any attention from the neighbors. Which was why despite the stormy, rather gloomy weather outside he hadn't even thought of turning on a single light switch yet. He stepped into the living room and set his things down on the small table that was only about a foot high before sitting down. The living room consisted of the broken case, empty bottle, one couch, and a t.v. that semed to either have no wires or not be plugged in at all. He needed to keep the other talking and distracted in order to avoid any problems, so needed to think of some kind of conversation topic for Ali.

[Guest Eornostlice]

Truth be told, Ali could actually see through those lies. It was not that he was some sort of mind reader nor was looking for wrong things on purpose but things being the way they were, he could not help but perceive them as lies. He came to doubt the dishwasher story and the roommate story, based on guts alone. By the time he walked into the living room, all those doubts solidified forming into the image of walls without any sort of love. Mostly because this room was the same as the others. Unkept with nearly no signs of someone actually living there. He felt like hugging the white haired boy, but knew he would just be making him uncomfortable.

 

He did not really have to come up with all that. Ali was not exactly going to judge him or talk about whatever he had seen with others in class. Afterall he hated rumors and the sort of people that loved to spread them. That was perhaps why he kept his real friends in a close circle, being able to count them all on the fingers of one hand, despite talking to many.

 

Yet he could not fight the impulse completely. He reached out, patting Amon's head gently. "Your hair... is really soft." he spoke as a cover up the real intention behind that pat which was meant to be comforting, taking his hand back. "Ah sorry for touching randomly."

[Florence_Ashmore]

Amon was trying to search his mind for something, anything that could start off a new topic but his lack of social skills was becoming increasingly evident to him, as well as increasingly frustrating. What topic could he bring up that wouldn't seem forced, or wouldn't set off any flags? I could ask him about his hobbies, his favorite foods? He thought silently, but still found himself coming up with absolutely nothing. Glancing up he saw the other enter the room as well and found himself begining to get anxious, this was not a situation he wanted to be in. Stress and anxiety made everything worse, everything.

 

You could ask him about his sex life?

 

Does he have a girlfriend?

 

What about a boyfriend?

 

What is the worst thing he's ever done?

Look at him, someone with those features must have fucked over some lovers in the past hm?

Forget conversation, you could kill him?

End the conversation now and never worry about it again?

The body now, how would that be handled?

 

Silent. Everything went silent for a moment, all the voices shut up in an instant, and he found not one voice reaching his ears. Forced back into a reality that the young white haired male didn't even realize he had left, he looked up to see Ali looking back at him, and felt a soft welcomed pressure on the top of his head. What? "Soft?" He repeated, his voice almost a whisper with a questioning tone to it. The others words set in, almost like a lagging computer. "My hair?" Amon questioned, his own hand reaching up with his own hand and laid it ontop of his white head. Feeling it gingerly, like it was some important task. "Ah, I think you are right. It is really soft, " He paused for a moment before removing his hand and adding, "Must have lucky genes like you?" However, that snapped him out of it for sure. His eyes widened and h quickly added, "No not that i'm saying you have lucky genes or anything you are probably just lucky enough to look good. Not-"

 

He paused again, trying to control the situation like he usually could but was failing, "Not that I think you look good. Not that you do not look good or anything, of course you look good." Freezing mid sentance, his face flushed with embarresment, he concluded his rant with a simple question, "Your parents, mind telling me what they look like? You know, for the paper, maybe I could add in some of your genetic history?"

[Guest Eornostlice]

Ali's sudden reactions seemed to have taken the boy by surprise, he surely was thinking of something completely different, as if... as if lost in his own world.

 

Yet he did not really mind, getting such a string of cute replies one after another as a reward for such a simple gesture of care disguised. The raven could not help but chuckle a little, his cheeks turning a little pink from having been complimented so much in such a strange way, finding the boy simply adorable and innocent. "That's alright. I too think you are good looking. I am amazed you manage to keep such a low profile in school. You are a nice person as well. I really do not know how comes we never talked until today." If Amon thought he would be getting out of the embarrasing situation, he surely did not expect Ali's reply.

 

Afterall, there would be no use for genetical information in the paper. It did not belong there. So he simply tried to make Amon understand that he could not really go wrong with anything he wanted to say before actually answering the cover up question sk they could move onto the next topic.

 

"My mother..." he started "looks like an ordinary housewife in her late 40s. Her hair is reaching above the shoulder and a bit puffy. Her eyes are blue so it seems that I inherited them. My father on the other hand has black hair and green eyes. I think you can guess that I inherited the color from him."

 

Ali purposedly did not ask about the boy's parents. If he lived alone, then it could be a taboo topic that would close off all other further attempt at conversation.

[Florence_Ashmore]

Amon was still kicking himself, he hadn't even noticed the other sit down and the next thing he knew, he was blabbering like a lunatic, no pun intended. He'd never been so easily rattled, dismissing people, talking over situations, remaining impassive and neutral were all things he was used to because he'd practiced them well. But there he went and completely lost all composure in front of not only someone he'd just met, but someone he was academically required to keep continuous contact with. Then again, as long as he could try and keep himself together he wanted to keep this up, whatever it was. He just needed to keep composure, if he couldn't he would just take the failing assignment. Somehow, the ability to pull out any time was the exact reassurance he needed.

 

However, that was clearly going to be a problem because the next few words out of the ravens mouth yet again caught him off guard. His already flushed cheeks reddened a bit more and he couldn't help but give the other a rather off look. Come to think of it, he wasn't sure if he was good looking or not. There wasn't a single mirror in the household, he made sure to avoid them. He'd seen himself every so often when he pulled at his phone or walked by windows of stores because of the reflection of both but that was about it. Even his hair which was dyed white, he did it it imself to the best of his abilities by just standing in the kitchen and trying his best to feel where the dye was and wasn't.

 

He listened to the others discription of his family, and he found a nostalgic smile cross his face for a moment. Somehow, he could just see Ali with them. He could just imagine his mother, setting the table up for dinner while Ali and his father talked about something completely unimportant but somehow still so important. For a reason he didn't fully grasp, he felt his stomach quench slightly at the idea of it and chose to refocus himself. His face returned to the ever present impassive one and even his eyes seemed to dull a bit. He was not paying enough attention and letting Ali get to him somehow, what was most unsettling is that the other didn't even seem like he was trying to.

 

Glancing down at the food in front of him, he grabbed the fork and began to eat. The curry was his favorite food, it was extremely spicy though. It was Korean Curry, made with milk to make the sauce creamy and spicy all at once. "Hmm, it sounds really, what is the word? Warm?" He concluded, continuing to eat in silence. His own blue eyes scanned the plate in front of him, despite it being his favorite after just a few bites he seemed to have lost his appitite and began to simply pick at it.

 

A loud thump could be heard from upstairs, and a loud voice that only he could hear echo'ed. "Gooooood morning sunshine! Oh, well, I mean snow, HA! I'll be down as soon as your friend leaves, see you soon.

[Guest Eornostlice]

He could not exactly put his finger on it, but Ali noticed the slight change in the boy in front of him. Something was different, colder. He could not tell what or why, but knew he was to be right. The raven did not get down over such chabge however, already more than happy to have managed to get Amon talk to him even a little bit while smiling. He really liked that smile he had been shown. There was something pure about it. It did not feel fake.

 

Ali followed his example and dug in, eating with care due to his inability of handling the spiciness. Even so, he had to admit... it was simply delicious. He could not rememeber the last time he ate something that tasted this good and was not home-cooked. It really was delicious. "This... as expected. Is really really good!" He felt compelled to speak his thoughts out loud, his happy expression staying in place. "We should really write about it afterall. It's a pity not many know about that place. The food is amazing!"

 

He took a few more bites, his smile getting wider as he looked at the white haired boy. "Amon. Thank you for showing it to me. Ah and for the meal of course. Next time I will be the one to show you something delicious alright?"

[Florence_Ashmore]

Amon moved on to his tea and chose to sip at it and just put the rest in the fridge for later, leaning back slightly he glanced over at the other and was surprised that Ali seemed to like it so much. Reaching up he rubbed the back of his head as the other complimented the food, somehow it seemed to give him some pride even though it wasn't like he had made it himself. Thinking about it though, his project partner was the first person he'd ever show'd it to. It was such a hole in the wall that most people just walked right past it. The others words made him glance back own at his own food and somehow, he found his appetite once again.

 

He began to dig into his curry again, and it seemed to taste all the better. Amon chose to just assume that the flavors had just had a bit more time to set in, not really wanting to give any more thought to it. "Ah, I would appriciate that. We could mention in the paper that we introduced each other to new food places?" He suggested, wanting to make sure any time they spent together could be related to the paper so he would not need to over think anything.

 

Foot steps began to thump slowly against the floor board, slowly but surely making there way in the direction of the stair case. However after they were halfway there, they began to speed up and there was a loud bang that echo'ed throughout the lifeless house.

 

The white haired male jumped up clearly, nearly knocking the table over in the process. "Ah, sorry. I forgot, my room mate is probably on there way home. I think he's bringing a girl, so would you mind if we cut this short?" He spoke quickly, clearly off, as he reached down and snatched up his ownhalf empty plate and cup. Rushing to the kitchen he dropped his plate in the sink, nearly cracking it in the process. This was a mistake, this was a mistake. Why'd I bring him here? I'm not thinking clearly, this is not ok. His thoughts raced as he tried to maintain his quickly depleeting composure.

[Guest Eornostlice]

Ali was startled by the sudden movement, the table was knocked off. Surely by now, he was absolutely convinced. The white haired boy... seemed somewhat panicked. Something about looking at Amon made the raven simply sad. He wished he could do something but in truth, he had no idea how to even start. So he went with his instinct. If his instinct was right, then having gotten this close was already good and he now needed to pretend he noticed nothing and give the other some space.

 

Ali took a deep breath as he was left alone, his eyes fileld with resolve. He got up and walked to the kitchen, and he smiled. "I shall see you tomorrow in class then, alright? It was nice meeting you Amon. Ah- and thank you again for the curry." After some debating with himself for less than half a moment, the raven walked over, as he was still talking, patting Amon's head with a warm smile. "No need to see me off~ You better focus on tidying up the place before your roommate gets here. Good luck alright?"

 

He left virtually no time for the other to respond, making his way towards the exit and closed the door behind before wrapping his scarf better.

 

Ali's mind was actually working at full speed and he simply could not wait to get home and start looking through his books. He only looked back once, a worried expression replacing the earlier cheerfullness.

[Florence_Ashmore]

Amon didn't hear the others foot steps but knew he had come into the kitchen based off the sound of Ali's voice. Though he didn't turn around, he couldn't. He knew damn well there was no getting around the fact that he had been acting a bit off. But he didn't think he'd given the other enough to assume anything other than he was just a bit eccentic, then again, no one had ever really been in his house like this before so not like he had any prior experience here. He had chosen not respond to the other, clearly he had blown it. What did he blow, he wasn't exactly sure what to call it but certainly felt like he'd messed up something. Roughly he continued to scrub the dishes, assuming the other had already walked out he chose to focus a bit harder on the task to distract himself.

 

However the moment he felt the hand on top of his head once more, he slowly stopped his his furious scrubbing and stared down at the plate silently. Just that slight touch, seemed to settle him down immediatly. His eyes widened slightly at the realization that just the simple calming touch had such an effect on him and he was glad he was not facing in the direction of Ali so he couldn't see is reaction. Somehow, the ravens calming tone assured him that it was fine. He was right, he would just see him tomorrow like nothing had happened. It would be alright. At his lost thought, he heard the soft shutting of the front door and let the plate clatter to the bottom of the sink as it slipped from his hands.

 

"Wow, how cute is that?" Amons settled demeanor instantly went impassive and cold as he glanced up at the red headed male leaning against the door way. His own blue eyes were met with firey black ones, his roomate smirked. Ignoring him completely, he wipped his hands on his pants before moving to walk around the red head but a hand shot up and shoved him backwards to the ground. "Don't forget who you are, who I am kid. Let yourself get distracted and you will get lost in your own illusions." The force was harsh and teasing, the other turned to walk away but looked over his shoulder and added, "Besides, how do you know he's real in the first place? Seems like someone to good to be true already, usually you know well, people like that are."

 

Amon let his eyes closed, his face remaining impassive throughout the whole thing. Only when the illusion was gone, did he bring his hands to his eyes and wipe the slowly gathering tears from them as he began to cry. It would be alright, he would see Ali seve tomorrow, and somehow that idea alone kept him from sobbing. Though still, he couldn't grasp why.

[Guest Eornostlice]

He was not sure when and how he got home, but he managed to take his shoes off in a haste, leaving them in chaos in the hallway as he rushed towards his room. He did not remove his scarf nor did he his jacket, neither did he say hi to his mother as he passed by the livingroom nor do anything that would stop him for one moment longer before reaching his room.

 

His room was on the second floor of the house, and in truth right now it was much of a mess. It was however the natural state of the bedroom, unlike the rest of the house. His bed was undone and there were books and papers all over it, a few pages having fallen onto the floor. Only after stepping in and shutting his door did he remember to remove the extra pieces of clothing that were making him sweat, unceremoniously throwing them on a chair.

 

The book he was looking for was surprisingly placed neatly on the desk, next to his laptop, something he had bought in order to help him in his studies but did not yet manage to open. He recalled the earlier events: the shy person he had met, that innocent laughter and... the panic-struck white haired boy and he took a deep breath. He managed to keep calm in front of him, but he was now on the verge of tears. He picked up the book, sitting himself down on the pale wooden floor, swiping through the pages in a quick manner, scanning the content. He flinched, his hands stoping, his eyes focused on the title in bold.

 

"Schizophrenia."

[Florence_Ashmore]

"Oh come on kid, wake up. You have class and you are already late. Then again, feel free to just lay there for the day. You can keep me company."Amon opened his eyes and glanced around the empty kitchen. "I fell asleep here?" He murmured to himself softly, raising a hand he rubbed his eyes and let out a long yawn before pushing himself up into a sitting position."You did, it was really a show. Haven't seen you cry in what, a year?" The voice came and went like a whisper. The red head came into view and Amons face went from confused and sleepy to a solid impassive state. The read head reached out and took a hold of the white haired males chin and jerked it towards the clock above the stove.

 

"You are late, kiddo."

 

Amons eyes widened slightly before pushing himself up quickly, dashing to the front door he grabbed the set of a keys and took off down the hall and up the stairs. Jamming the keys into the lock on his room he shoved it open and quickly shed his clothing, tossing it in the empty corner and pulling on a fresh new set. His room had two items in it, a bed with black and white blankets and a pill bottle laying on the floor beside the bed, full. He didn't have time to check his hair or anything else, running back downstairs he shoved his feet in his shoes and yanked on his jacket. Not even bothering to grab his scarf and took off outside in the slick snow towards the college. "Shit, shit shit." He cursed softly, the snow had stopped over night but there was about two feet on the ground already and it was freezing enough that he could see his breath in the air and his gloveless hands stung.

 

He slipped on a patch of ice and landed on his hip and hand, letting out a struggled cough he pushed himself up, wiped the bloody scrap on his palm in the snow, and took off again like it never happened. Finally, he made it to the class room and threw open the door, panting heavily as he did so. His face was pale and his cheeks were red, and his hair clearly looked like bed head. Well, in his case, floor head.

[Guest Eornostlice]

Ali had stayed up reading until late. It was probably about 4 AM when he crawled on the bed and fell asleep, only to wake two hours later. His eyes were slightly stinging and bloodshot but he managed to get himself fresh and ready in record time. He had not been bothered the previous night, his mother having peeked at him while he was reading but choosing not to bother him. She had quite an understanding of her child, and knew that when he focused on something, it was important.

 

Ali skipped breakfast and was in rather high spirits as he made his way to school. It was still cold. He made sure to take his scarf and gloves.

 

The walk to Uni was pretty uneventful. He unsurprisingly got there still pretty early, early enough to be dragged in small pointless conversations by some of the guys debating the way they spent their past evening. Surprisingly, the topic of project parteners did not come up in their talk. He kept glancing around from time to time, but there was no sign of Amon. If he were to say he was not worried, it would be a while.

 

Actually he grew ratger restless as the class began. Nothing... happened to him right?

 

It was not long after that his worries dispersed, the door being thrown open by a messy head of white locks, causing Ali to smile at him, letting out a sigh of relief.

[Florence_Ashmore]

Amon, slowly managed to catch his breath as he took in the class before him. He was lucky enough that his cheeks were already red from the cold and the mad dash here, because if they weren't already they sure as hell were know. He'd only gotten there about 20 minutes later, but he always made a point not to be late at all. Being late would always attract attention, which is exactly what he didn't want and exactly what was happening now. He cleared his throat as he attempted to compose himself, curious eyes eye'd him from around the room. Everyone has been late once or twice in there life, so it's not like they were the least bit suspicious but his paranoia seemed to have gotten the better of him as he found himself struggling to know what to say even in this situation there really was no need for an answer.

 

They know?

Why were you late, Amon?

The red-headed guy scared you to sleep?

Tell them that, They will understand

Oh, nevermind I forgot that they would label you crazed instead and put you away.

 

"Ah, Amon, that's for joining us. Go ahead and take your seat. Now, as I was saying-"The same professor began to drone on as she indicated for him to take a seat. His eyes scanned for an empty one, and that's when he locked eyes with Ali. His entire demeanor seemed to slacken a bit as he felt him self relax and calm down, even his own thoughts seemed to take a reasonable turn. Ah, it's just my first time being late. Not like this is a big deal, and Ali smiled at me, so he isn't upset about yesterday. His thoughts were calm and collected now as slowly he began to make his way to a seat near Ali. He would have sat next to him but there were already people there. But hey, that was to be suspected, Ali was both good looking and kind hearted so of course others were drawn to him.

 

His face was once again impassive but not before a small apologetic smile was flashed from him to Ali as well as a slight wave of acknowedegment. This might have seemed like nothing, but this was more greeting than he had ever given anyone before. Sitting down with a soft thump, he reached up nd patted the top of his head to check for snow then groaned inwardly when he realized, of course, he'd forgotten to comb his hair.

[Guest Eornostlice]

Ali observed the boy for a little bit, his smile brightening as Amon actually smiled back, chosing to sit down in a place that was fairly near. He actually started wondering if the white-haired youth would accept sitting right next to him if he were to save a seat in the morning. The raven tried to focus on the teacher once more, taking notes on various interesring aspects that he had noticed in the woman's lecture.

 

Well TRIED to focus that is. Ever since the other sat down, Ali kept glancing at him from the corner of his eyes every so often, holding back a chuckle. Giggling out loud would have been wildly inappropriate during class, but he felt like he could really not help himself.

 

The way that Amon patted his own hair reminded him of the way a cat would clean itself, an image that seemes to fit a bit too well. A fluffy white cat with blue eyes, running a paw over its own delicate head.

 

'How cute.' Ali's cheeks took a shade of pink as she shook his head, adjusting his focus towards the teacher once again, aware that he was getting distracted. He had already decided that he was going to lend his notes with Amon after class so he needed something that was more or less complete. Afterall, the white-haired boy lost the first 20 minutes by being late and those included a few important explanations.

[Florence_Ashmore]

Amon tried to fix his hair to the best of his abilities, he ruffled it ontop of his head but was pretty sure that just made it worse and groaned inwardly. Settling for just going to fix it after class, he removed his jacket and let it lay over the back of the chair. Only when he went to pick up his own pencil to begin taking notes did he realize he was in such a hurry he even forgot his bad. "Ah, perfect." He murmured softly, his face once again had returned to the impassive state that he chose to wear daily. That is, however, until he glanced over at Ali and his eyes narrowed slightly as he took in the others cheeks. Yesterday, when Ali was cold his nose got really red, a thought that almost made Amon smile a bit but his face remained still reguardless. Today however, his cheeks were a bit pink when he looked over at the other.

 

A tiny scratching sound alerted him and his attention was drawn from the other he focused on the desk in front of him. There was a tiny girl stick figure that was etched into the wood there , and right before his eyes it it began to move. The simply smile that had been etched into her face widened slightly as she crossed her arms, looking up at him in what he could only interpret as a worried expression. His face did not change, but he continued to watch the tiny figure in front of him. "Your friend is sick?" She questioned him accusingly. To which of course he did not reply.

 

Sick? Could the other really have been sick? His eyes peered over once again to land on the Raven haired male. His cheeks were only slightly tinted, the color was already receeding and he chose to shake it off as nothing. "You made him walk home alone in the cold yesterday right? He is probably sick, your fault!" The tiny figure spoke again, but her voice wasn't exactly accusitory, more of a scolding, do not do it again. He was fully aware that nothing was in front of him and assumed it was his mind telling him basically, take better care of Ali.

 

Without anything to write with or on, Amon settled for just resting his head on his desk. They were in college, meaning in the professors eyes if you didn't care, they didn't, so he wasn't worried about her seeing him lay his head down. His own blue eyes rested in a settling state of looking at Ali. He wasn't trying to, but his head was laying in the direction of the other, and he found it difficult to close his eyes. His gaze focused soley on the other for a moment, he watched as Ali focused on the teacher, then scribbled down some notes, then back to the teacher, then back to the notes. Every time the other would lift or lower his head, his hair would shift as well. He also noticed how peaceful Ali's face seemed to be without any effort what so ever. He could see through the window behind the other on the side of the class room that it had begun to lightly snow again. His gaze lowered slowly down the ravens face and stopped at the others lips, they were pursed together as he focused on writing, and he couldn't help but notice how soft they looked even from his seat. Once he realized how much focus he was giving the others face his eyes widened slightly and he shut his eyes quickly, letting himself nod off as he waited for class to end.

[Guest Eornostlice]

The class was fairly interesting in the eyes of the raven, but in truth, he could not wait for it to end. It was a strange contradictory feeling. Finally, his gaze drifted from the teacher to a desk near his own, only to catch sight of a mop of white hair and a sleeping face. His smile grew wide and truly, he wanted to laugh. 'Really. He is just like a cat today. How adorable.'

 

Ali stared for a few more moments, a warm look appearing into his eyes, look that went unnoticed. He always had a tendency of growing fond of people he just seemed to click with and it was obvious that Amon was one of those people. With a soft sigh-like breath, the boy forced himself to pay attention to class again, completing his notes. He too realized that the other missed an important item, his bag, so it was not quite difficult to figure out the reason he was not taking notes of his own.

 

As the class finally came to an end, the raven was not quick to get up from his seat. He neatly placed everything back inside his bag, everything except for the notebook he had used.

 

"Ali~ You coming for the pizza tonight afterall?" A blonde that had been seated behind him called out, getting up and stretching.

 

"Ah sorry Rick. I've got plans today."

 

"Eh? Don't tell me. Some girl?" A brunette jumped in, teasing, leaning over the blonde's shoulder.

 

"Now now. Aren't you jealous?" A third actually joined in as well, causing the blonde to burst into laughter. Ali responded nothing, just smiled along and shook his head at the ongoing conversation.

 

"See? You got ignored for being a sour cherry." More laughter actually rang out.

[Florence_Ashmore]

Amon groaned softly as the noise of nearby chatter filled his ears, when the proffesor was talking she was not mono tone or anything but he found it simple to just drone it out. However the sound of so many voices was something he couldn't exactly just tune out, letting out a long yawn the white haired male finally sat back up and glanced around. People were just starting to pack up there things from the looks of it which meant he had woken up right in time. He instinctivly moved to pick up his own things, before realizing they weren't there and that was the reason he'd chosen to just take a nap instead in the first place. What's the point of even coming if you were just going to sleep? A voice whispered to him, and he turned to located the direction of it but found that he instantly forgot about it when he saw the others before him.

 

Ali looked like he was in the middle of a group of people, which didn't seem odd considering the others obvious charismatic personality but he found it a bit unsettling somehow. Trying to look as inconspicuous as possible, he leaned towards them a bit in order to try and pick up the conversation. "Jealous?" He repeated in a murmur, looking from Ali to the Blonde and others surrounding him. He could hear them speaking, but couldn't make out what Ali was saying because a body blocked his view of the other. They are going out for pizza, sounds like something fun doesn't it? Maybe in another life you could do that too? The same voice hissed at him again and he swatted his ear again out of reflex. Before he really knew what he was doing, or why, he found himself pushing himself up from his seat. Reaching up he attempted to fix his hair one more time, but when he realized what he was doing he quickly lowered his hands. He really had no reason to care about what his hair looked like after all, it's not like he should care now.

 

Picking up his jacket, he stepped towards the group surrounding his partner and cleared his throat. The words leaving his mouth before he could stop them, "Pizza, right? If you don't mind, can I join you guys?" His face was impassive as always, but his voice quivered a bit as he attempted to make it loud enough for all those involved to hear. Ali included. He knew fully well how weird it must have looked, walking into a group of friends and just inviting himself, but it was certainly to late to go by now. "Ah, um, we need to work on our project and I don't want to take him away from his friends, right?" He added quickly, careful to avoid Ali's ice blue gaze as he did. In fact, he wasn't exactly addressing any of the ravens friend, even as he spoke his gaze was slightly lowered to avoid eye contact in general. He had shifted his jacket that he had been carrying on his arm in front of him slightly so that he could clench his hands together without being noticed. For some reason that was beyond him, he wanted to go, he wanted to eat pizza with him. The idea of that was so beyond him that he found himself at a loss for words for what else he might add.

[Guest Eornostlice]

Ali's eyes grew wide. He had lied earlier. He had no plans other than spending time with Amon, plans he did not warn the other about but thought up himself. Amon did not seem like the kind of person that would wamt to hang out in a group afterall. He never saw him try to initiate any sort of conversation before and he clearly looked uncomfortable in crowds. Then... why?

 

The blonde was quick to answer, just like always, his grin growing wide. "Sure sure~ join us. The more, the merrier."

 

"That should be about fine. It's not like we have a reservation just yet." Another spoke, pulling out his phone. "So four people yes?"

 

"Five." Ali spoke, having recovered from the initial shock.

 

"Eh? What about your plans?" the brunette teased yet again.

 

"You heard didn't you? We have to work on our project. My plans were obvious him." the raven actually answered honestly, turning to pat Amon's head, something that was clearly becoming a habit.

 

"Ah so it wasn't a girl afterall. Such a shame." the brunette chuckled by himself.

 

Ali's gaze was focused on the white-haired boy, not paying the teasing any mind. He was still fairly confused by this course of events but he was not complaining. Goin for pizza sounded like a nice plan for the day? It would be his turn to treat the boy.

 

"Ah that reminds me. I am Rick. Just call me that alright?" The blonde finally introduced himself. "The obnoxious-looking four eyes is Will." He pointed the glasses-wearing male which was already on the phone reserving a place. His skin was fairly more tanned and his hair brown. "The annoying one is Max." He nodded nowards the brunette that was still leaning over his shoulder and had been constantly teasing. "And you are already familiar with Ali. What about your name?"

 

They were all good people. That was one of the reason why Ali did not mind spending time with them.

[Florence_Ashmore]

Amon was in social shock, if you could call it that. He'd literally thrown himself face first into a group of people he didn't know, but somehow, he didn't feel like he regretted it. Though it was much harder than when he had approached Ali yesterday, at least then he had a point that they needed to connect with, the paper. Now, looking at the others it was clear that they really did not have much in common. They all looked like they had there own diverse personalities, just like Ali, and they seemed to be so lively. What is your personality, Amon? Or do you not have one, just the impassive schizo? Amon found it easy to ignore the hissing, sickly sweet voice this time, but that didn't mean it didn't cut him a bit deep.

 

He brought his gaze up slightly, relief he didn't know he was waiting for rushed through him as the blonde, not even skipping a beat agreed to him joining them. When Ali spoke, he found himself taking a step closer to the raven haired male. The closer proximity causing his currently frying nerves to simmer down a bit, and chosing to assume it was just because the other male had such a calm demeanor. Not one if them was looking at him funny, but he felt extremely uneasy with the situation that he'd walked himself into. He'd only done it because he thought that Ali was going to go, mentally kicking himself for missing it when the other said he couldn't apparently. Despite everything, his face was still impassive and calm, that is until he felt the increasingly familiar hand atop of his hand once more. It felt to him like somehow it just...belonged there? However as soon as the hand was removed he felt vulnerable all over again.

 

His eyes shifted to the brunette as he spoke, and behind his ear he heard Ah, they were hoping he was meeting a girl? Not a girlfriend, so he's single? It does not matter, stop. He mentally chided the voice, trying to focus on the others. When Ali was speaking yesterday, the voices had quieted a bit, and when the others hand was on his hand yesterday every single thing in his mind shut up and left him be. Something that was not lost on the white male, he brought his attention back once again and payed attention to the introductions. If he had brought his stuff with him, he likely would have tried to pull it out and scribble out there names, clearly not well versed with introductions like this of any kind.

 

He parted his lips to answer, but found for a good 10 seconds he had just honestly forgotten his name. However, looking at the group in front of him, the blonde Rick, glasses wearing Will, and tanned Max. Last but not least, calming Ali, he finally managed to find his name and he spoke, feeling a bit dazed, "Amon...it's Amon, like Almond the nut? But without the L, or you know, the N." He spoke, the words sounded stupid in his ears, but he was still pretty impressed with himself for even getting them out. "Ah, Ali has my number so he can just let me know when you guys would like to meet up? I have a car so I could pick up anyone that needs it," He spoke again, barely giving any pause between introducing his name, and basically excusing himself. So far, it hadn't gone to bad, and he wanted to keep it that way. Taking a step backwards he pulled his phone from his pocket and motioned at it rather ackwardly, giving Ali an apologetic hint of a smile.

[Guest Eornostlice]

"Got it Amon.~" Rick grinned. " It's alright tho. All of us have a car except this guy." The blonde pointed towards the raven, shrugging. It was a well known fact that Ali did not have any sort of transportation means during the winter, being the owner of a motorbike and not a car. He simply was not passionate about driving a car, so he never learned how to drive one in the first place, despite his father owning one.

 

"You guys just call me when you decide. I'll be going on ahead alright?" Ali spoke calmly, taking hold of his bag and putting his jacket on, but not yet his scarf, draping it ober his arm instead. "And I will just be the one to tell Amon."

 

The arrangements were simple and he did not waste too much time thinking it over. "I'll be going on ahead. See you later alright?"

 

"Sure thing~" the noisy blonde waved and Ali glanced at Amon again, motioning with his eyes towards the door, for him to see only.

 

The raven was the first to leave the classroom, but three steps later he stopped by the wall, the notebook still in his hand. He stood there waiting.

[Florence_Ashmore]

Amon gave Ali a quizical look, no car? In this kind of weather that certainly didn't sound to safe. He was about to turn to leave, choosing not to question someone elses mode of transpirtation but before he could Ali beat him to the punch. He was going to need to go home and actually take a shower and get dressed like he should have done before class if he hadn't over slept on the kitchen floor. However he caught the glance from the other, and understood the other was motioning him outside. Oh, he's asking you to follow? For what I wonder? Reaching up he went to brush away the voice like he usually did but he forgot he was still in the company of the other three so ended up ackwardly trying to wave good bye to them. "Ah, ha, well, i'll be going now then. See you guys later." He murmured softly, finally turning away from the others and making his way out of the class room.

 

Pushing the door open, he only took a step before he saw Ali leaning against the wall. Reaching up he attempted to settle his hair down was last time before approaching the other but found it still impossible. "Sorry about that," The white haired male began as he closed the last small distance between them and continued. "I didn't mean to just invite myself like that. I haven't had pizza in a while and when I heard it I just kind of spoke up." He half lied in an attempt to not seem like he was inserting himself in the others conversation. As he spoke, the wind could be heard howling roughly from outside as the weather only seemed to worsen.

[Guest Eornostlice]

The raven chuckled, ruffling the boy's locks of white hair gently. "Don't worry. I do not mind at all. It shall be fun actually. They are a bit lively but not bad people." Just like always, Ali's voice was rather soft and calm and he seemed to be unable to help the smile that stayed plastered on his lips. "I will call you when they make up their minds but for now..."

 

Withdrawing his hand from the top of Amon's head, as if realizing it's been there for a bit too long, he extended his other hand towards him, holding a notebook. "You did not manage to get any notes right? You can copy mine. I would have given it to you in class but it seemed like the timing was not quite right."

 

It was after speaking that he realized the white haired boy had no scarf. His brows furrowed as he looked outside at the falling snow then back to Amon. It could nearly be called a snowstorm. With absolutely no warning the scarf draped on his arm was now being tied around Amon's neck up to his nose. "Also keep this. No complaints accepted. Ah- Don't worry about me. I will just ask my mother to pick me up. She is a driver unlike me. Alright. You're all good now." The raven chuckled as the scarf was properly wrapped around, protecting his neck and half of the face. Ah he was definitely acting like a mother....