"You suck. I could've paid for that, y'know," Lyle grumbled, not really minding it when he felt like he should've. "I owe you one. Well…more like three, but…" Lyle shrugged, unused to be awkward.
Why is it so hard to talk? Jeez, Lyle, you're just like your sister! The unexpected thought startled him, and he found himself bite the inside of his cheek.
"I do suck…dick." She did finger guns and smiled. "I had to. Anyways no you owe me nothing." She shrugged as she took a gulp with a smile.
"My mind has been dirtied, and I will never see the light of innocence ever again," Lyle said in a blank tone before cracking up. "So, what's your first class?"
(Should they have the same classes?)
(A few of the same, a few different.) "Well tomorrow I have Music Theory and Basic Tech. For like recording studios and stuff. Oh and I think some business class."
"Uh…" Lyle pulls out his schedule. "Music Theory, Creative Writing, and Art & Design. So, I might see you once tomorrow," thank god, I won't be alone! "At least, when we're not in our dorm."
"Ooh! I have Creative Writing tomorrow. You'll have to tell me what the class is like." She nods, and gets out some sweats and a t-shirt. "Turn away will ya? I'm gonna get ready for bed."
Lyle rolls his eyes, looking away with a smug look on his face. "You done yet?" he asks after a minute has passed.
"Shuddup." She said as she took off her bra and put on the tye dye shirt. "I'm done." You could see her tits poking through the shirt as she crawled into her bed and texted a bit on her phone.
"Ha-ha, funny." Lyle briefly changed shirts, revealing his tattoo on the bottom of his neck for only a few seconds. Stretching, Lyle climbed up to his bunk and flopped on what would be his bed for a while.
"Hey, what's up with the tat on your neck? It's hella cool." Evelyn was covered in tats, and planning on getting yet another one soon. A match, between her breasts. (def check out her description for where her tats all are)
(I saw her description-and I like her character overall)
"Oh. I, uh, lost a bet with a few friends. It's a rose, or so I'm told." Lyle said, but even though Eve couldn't see him, it was evident that he was lying. Lyle didn't seem like the person to have many-if any-friends.
"Ah the rose, the flower of love. Great story, if only it was true." She sighed and pulled off her sweats, grabbed some pj shorts, and climbed up onto the top bunk, sitting on it, showing you the rose on her upper thigh, the thorns coiling down to her ankle. "Hurt like a bitch even with weed." The rose dripped like candle wax, and the thorns had some strange shading. She smiled. "I'm made of tainted glass. All of these are a story of some sort. A patch work of memories. I'm my own collage." Her smile grew.
"That's…poetic, in a sense." Internally, he winced at her comment. He was rarely a liar, but he wasn't going to tell Eve, quite possibly a random stranger, his deepest secret.
"Good thing you're into poetry, huh?" Lyle smiled wistfully.
"Damn good thing. Now. I know stories, even when penned. Sometimes they don't want to be told. So I'll say I believe you and your lying eyes, specially since we barely know each other. But. If you have any questions about the quilt of wonders upon my self, feel free to ask." She rubbed her arm with the pan flag on it with a grin.
"'Quilt of wonders.' I think you've got poetry down to a science!" Lyle chuckled. "Maybe I'll tell you later, but…I'm not so keen on it. Now, are you gonna go to bed, or are we staying up all night doing practically nothing?"
"Ha! Your rooming with an insomniac. YOU can go to sleep. I'm going to probably jam to music and write. If you see me get up and start dancing, ignore it. The unusual is usual for me." (Really ask her about her tats. I wanna tell her stories)
"Okay, but since you asked about mine, I'm asking about yours. What's with all the tats? One or two smaller ones, sure, but you?" Lyle cocks his head to the side, squinting as if he's trying to figure Evelyn. Like a puzzle, in a way.
"Again, all MEAN something. Ask about any." She laid back on your bed, hugging herself, just barely able to fit.
"Okay…how 'bout the rose on your thigh?" Lyle asked with genuine curiosity.
"Hm? Oh. To honor my heart and how broken it is, my shattering. My past I guess as well." She shrugs, and stretches a bit. She then rolled onto her stomach and you saw the fox on the other side.
"Aand…the fox is because you're smart? Because you don't really care what the world says, because you can find a way around it?" Lyle guessed, but he was pretty sure he was wrong. Of course, his rose meant more than just love, just like Eve's were a part of her. They meant more than what was seen.
"Sort of. It's for my mother Crystal, a savior. I had…a shitty childhood. And then me and my twin brother,Evan, were adopted by her. And well Foxes are her favorite." She nods, and itches the wrist with the semi colon. Below it were 3 dates, and one of the dates was only 3 months ago.
"The dates? are those significant to you?" Lyle bit his lip, almost content as to hear the story. It almost reminded him of when he used to read stories to…he didn't continue the thought.
"3 suicide attempts, 3 trial and errors. I believe in 3 times the charm." She tugged down her pj shorts, old scars covering the inside of her thighs. She wore a smile as she said this, trying to hold herself up and put on a brave face while telling her past.
Lyle blinks, unsure of how to respond. "Are you okay now? I couldn't imagine…" his voice trailed off, almost as if it knew nothing to say. Lyle's right hand went upwards to scratch the back of his neck, one of the ways his nervousness would show.
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