"I'll just duck tape it, I hope you don't mind green ducktape because I have a shit ton of it." He laughed, spreading open the book. "You can look through mine if you want, towards the back is more poisions so I'd say stay away from that."
Kikiro kept that same smile on her face, although it got more and more genuine as she watched Aster jump on the bed. Calcifer, still upset with his scolding, lept out of her arms and flounced over to Kikiro's bed. He curled up on her pillow and promptly fell asleep. "Such help you are." She said to him. He yawned, flicking his tails at her. Kikiro sat on the edge of her bed, looking up at the girl. "So…what is your magic like?" This is how conversations are started right?
It was that precise moment that Kikiro noticed the other two girls in the room. It had to be an off day for her if it took her this long to notice them. "Or maybe they aren't important." Calcifer supplied. Kikiro pursed her lips inorder to hide a laugh. "I am Kikiro. Kikiro Yamazuna. A pleasure." She did not extend her hand in greeting, not was there a lick of niceness in her eyes.
Shay shrugged, continuing to look faintly annoyed as they crossed the courtyard towards their dorm. Once they got to their door, he opened it with a bang. "Well well. It already smells like trash." He muttered loudly, stepping inside with a curl to his lips.
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"Poisons are fine, but I suppose that's for a later date. I just want to be well-versed in everything I possibly can," Sylvain said, "And green duck tape is fine by me, as long as I get all the pages back."
Eric narrowed his eyes, studying Archer's features. Then the boy touched his hair, and a thin layer of dark blue emotion filtered through. Aha.
"You alright, dude?" he asked gently.
(eric also has synesthesia, i forgot to put it in his chara sheet)
"Yup, I've become an expert with ducktape. It's like another branch of my craft by now." He joked, ignoring the people entering the room and keeping up his quiet conversation.
"Almost a magic of its own," Sylvain joked.
He shot a glare back at Shay, but didn't say anything. He didn't feel like it was necessary when his giant wolf familiar was right there to protect him if it came to it.
"Risa Aegir," the girl answered, almost equally as cold as Kikiro, "The pleasure's all mine."
She turned away and went back to reading.
Archer’s posture changed to a more defensive one, his hand falling to his side slowly. “Yeah, I’m fine,” he replied, covering up his bottled feelings. He wasn’t good at sharing them, and he especially didn’t want to talk about it with Jasper present. He hoped that Eric couldn’t see through his lie. It had worked with his family, so Archer hoped it’d work at school too. You’re going to have to talk to someone eventually, Bellamy sighed. Otherwise you’ll end up letting your emotions out in less healthy ways. Archer knew this but always refused to think about it.
Olive sniffed, seeing Kikiro’s reaction. “Yes, a pleasure,” she repeated, clearly not pleased in the least. Even Prince looked a bit stuffy as he seemed to regard the street rats with disdain.
Eric looked at him for a few more seconds. From what he knew, whenever someone used the word "fine", it meant the exact opposite. However, they didn't know each other that well, and he wasn't going to push it.
"Some other time, then" he said softly, redirecting his attention to his grimoire.
Archer nodded. “Mhm,” he muttered, pulling out a worn paperback book from a suitcase to read. It wasn’t magical at all, nor did it have anything to do with magic. Rather it was one of his favorite novels that he had read dozens of times. It always made him feel better. He hoped that one day he would be able to adequately express his feelings without feeling like a weirdo, but clearly today was not that day.
(archer is big mood)
"Gimme a moment," Eric said, reaching for a vial of salt. He wet his finger with some water, then dipped it in salt and briefly touched the four pillars, at one point leaning over Archer to do it. He shrank back awkwardly, then slapped the mattress shortly.
"Angustos sonor," he prompted. A transparent wall rippled through the air, separating them from the others. He leaned back. "Aight, now they can't hear us talk."
Archer raised an eyebrow. “Uh, thanks?” he said, clearly unsure how to react. “Wait, you want to talk feelings, don’t you?” He sighed. Just talk to him like a normal person, Bellamy cawed. Archer glanced at his familiar. Bellamy can you shut up for five minutes? he asked, annoyed. Bellamy shuffled, ruffling his feathers, but not talking either.
Eric blinked, wetting his lips. "I. Uh. What?" Wait, not that kind of feelings. "Wh- uh, no, no, I was gonna let you be. Uh, I just thought you'd like it more if creepy boy over there couldn't hear us."
“Oh, right, sorry,” Archer apologized quickly. “Never mind. Thanks.” He blushed again and went back to reading. Wow great advice, Bellamy, he said to his familiar sarcastically. Look how that worked out.
"I just, uh.." Eric peered over the edge of the cover. "What're you reading? It doesn't seem to be magical."
As he spoke, Navy perched on his knee and pecked curiously at the book. He gently pushed her beak away. "Don't be rude," he murmured.
“Oh, this, no it’s not,” Archer answered. “It’s just a regular book. It’s about superheroes. Yeah, I’m a nerd. Don’t spread it around.” He was only half-joking, but he it made him feel slightly more at ease.
Eric smiled delightedly. "Oh, cool! I don't really read that much, honestly, but I might know it. What's it called?" His whole life had revolved around magic. Superheroes weren't really on his radar, but he found the concept interesting.
“It’s called Renegades,” he explained, a little shy to be sharing something he liked this much. “It’s cool. You can borrow it, if you want.” Funny how he trusted one of his favorite books to his friend before any of his feelings. Whatever.
Eric's smile widened, lips parting over his teeth, eyes crinkling at the corners. "Thanks," he said, looking down at his grimoire in an attempt to seem less excited. He waited until his smile faded before speaking. "Uh, I'm mostly more interested in music and stuff."
“Really? What kind?” Archer asked, fascinated. He liked music, but couldn’t sing or play any instruments, and wasn’t obsessed or anything. He did, however, love art.
"I mean, I play a little guitar. I'm not very good. I really like current rock music, like Grandson. I don't know if you know him." His body language shifted into something boxier, more closed off, his voice firm and neutral. It flustered him to talk about things he liked, but he felt like it would make Archer more comfortable if he offered something in return.
“That’s really cool,” Archer replied, his eyes lighting up. He looked slightly more relaxed, though his posture was still a bit formal and nervous. “Maybe sometime I could listen to you play? If you want, I mean.” He paused for a moment. “I like art too,” he offered. This was the most talking he had done at one time in at least a week.
Play? He laughed nervously. He was sure he was red, although he couldn't feel it. "Art? Like sigils, or stuff that's more like, um, portraits?"
(they're both so awkward but they're both trying so hard this is hilarious)
(and so relatable lol)
“Well, I like painting scenery, but I draw portraits too,” he said. “I can draw some sigils, but they’re not my main thing. It was a good—thing to do…” He laughed awkwardly, realizing he almost spilled about his whole situation with his parents and him only knowing bits of magic from having to hide it for years. “Anyway, I brought like five sketchbooks if you wanna see…”
(ikr)
Eric raised his eyebrows. "You'd wanna show me? Yeah, alright." He was still thinking about what Archer had almost said, about sigils being good for…something. Had Archer gone through a time when sigils brought him comfort, perhaps?