forum Family Dinners (10/10)

Started August 22, 2019 by Deleted user

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Cleo's day dream was rudely interrupted by the sound of knocking. Turning her head towards her door, she mentally calculated how long she'd been zoned out on the floor. Forty-five minutes? Crap. She sighed, pulling herself up and stretching her stiff body as she stepped to her door. She opened it with a flourish and her usual sunny smile. "Well hello Zane! What can I do for you?" Cleo leaned against her door frame and tucked a messy lock of hair behind her ear. Picture of sunshine. Slam his face into the wall. Wait no–Oops.

"We need to go somewhere no one will find us easily, or at all preferably." Silas ran a thumb over his lips as he thought. Where would that somewhere be?
"I mean, I did say you could go on the roof." Shade scowled, crossing his arms. "But as per usual you never take my idea into account. Fine, I see how it is I–"
"Shut up, we're not going on the roof. She could fall!" He hadn't realised he had spoken aloud until the final words were out of his mouth. He quickly glanced up at Sam, smiling apologetically. "Sorry, Shade was being himself again."

("Slam his face into the wall" Ok then)
Zane shifted his weight from both his feet multiple times before putting the book up to Cleo's face. He leaned his head down, not making eye contact with her and letting his hair fall in front of his face before lifting it up and speaking. "Will you read this with me?" He asked, shifting his weight again before moving the book from her face.
(And be really harsh when you reject him)

Deciding that since no one else was really eating tonight, Ellie took her untouched plate into the kitchen. She was tempted to just throw everything into the trash but given how many people were in the house she instead looked for some form of Tupperware and put it in the fridge. Afterwards, she headed back upstairs to her room passing Min on the way.

Sam's eyebrows had been raised in surprise when she gave a small smile and said, "Roof? Shade suggested the roof?" She nodded, respect on her face. Her mouth stretched into a smirk and she shook her head in mock disappointment. "Silas, Silas, Silas. We obviously don't know each other well enough." Her expression changed again to a wide grin. "Because that sounds amazing, and just the kind of thing I would like to do." She punched Silas lightly on the arm. "Come on man, I'm not gonna fall. And if I did, I'd do a backflip or something, so at least I could look cool."

Blake got dressed into his pjs, some plaid bottoms, a white shirt, and a sports bra. He padded down the stairs to grab his water bottle so he could go look at the stars. "Okay Bram, you have to stay in here." He told the dog when they got back to his room. The dog jumped onto the boy's bed and laid down, the boy in mention went climbing out the window, holding his textbook and water bottle in a bag.

(Cleo has a maladaptive disorder. Her thoughts can be violent, irrational, and random. Also- She's not very mean… so IDK about 'harsh'. It's not in her character.)

Cleo leaned forward a little to get a good look at the book Zane was holding. Micheal Vey. Not one of her favorites. Bummer. "Ahhh–You know actually, I have some homework that I need to get done." She leaned back into her room, preparing to close the door. "Maybe someone else will want to. I just can't." Cleo continued muttering softly. Saying no to things always bothered her. She could feel the influx of dark thoughts churning in the back of her mind.

Min-Hyuk heard rustling around as he walked up the stairs, a piece of garlic bread in his hand. He shrugged it off, not thinking much of it. He just knew some of the kids here were pretty idiotic. They have no wisdom nor do they know that they probably shouldn't be sneaking out. He didn't care about them though. He slowly opened his door and stepped in. Looking at the drawings on his desk and the sticky notes shattered along his wall above his desk with all sorts of writing on them. He opens his window, throwing the garlic bread out, though leaving it open, he sits at his desk, taking a sticky note and scribbling something down. Plastering it on the wall in a random place he sat back in his chair. They were only grey and white sticky notes. He despised those multicolored ones. They made his head hurt. He couldn't have them in organized lines or columns or grids on the wall. He had to have them all over the place or else he wouldn't be able to have them up. His bed was on the right side of the desk, leaving room on the other side for a stand where the window sat above it with a glass lamp on top of the stand.

Zane's head jerked back slightly at the sound of her words. He didn't really expect it, sensing as Cleo was probably one of the nicer kids there. "What do you mean you can't? It's just a book." He said quickly, not knowing what to do in this situation. He didn't wait for a reply before he stormed off towards his room, chucking the book to a nearby wall.