forum One on One Because Class is Boring (Closed)

Started May 10, 2018 by @Desvelarse pets

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“Well, I’m friends with them, yes. But I don’t act like them,” Yeon explained, adjusting his grip on the black duffel bag.

"That makes sense," Hunter shrugged, "Mind if I ask why you're walking with me?"

Yeon shrugged now, stuffing his free hand into the pocket of his joggers. “Just being friendly. I’m Yeon Navarro, and you are?”

"Hunter Stump," he responded, "And I guess I should have figured that out."

Yeon gave a slow nod and chuckled a tad. “You from around here?”

"Yeah," Hunter responded, "How about you?'

“I live a few blocks away in some trashy apartment,” Yeon said. He didn’t have the most money, so he lived in what would have been considered ‘slums’ or ‘bad neighborhoods filled with bad people’.

"I shockingly enough have a decent apartment," Hunter replied, "Took me a long time to get it though."

Yeon gave a nod in understanding before speaking up again. “Hey, why don’t you take the hood off?” He asked, reaching over to tug it aside.

"Uh…" Hunter couldn't think of a good reason. He took his hood down, "Fine."

Yeon glanced at Hunter’s hair first, brows raised in interest. “Green, huh?” He asked, looking at the tips of the strands.

"I like the color okay," Hunter felt his face redden with embarrassment. Thank god for his dark skin, "Something wrong with that?"

“What? No, I didn’t mean it like that,” Yeon said quickly, stumbling a bit on his English as he did so. “I think it looks cool.”

"Oh," Hunter responded his voice soft, "Thanks."

Yeon grinned slightly and nodded. “Welcome. I wish I could dye my hair, but bleaching it to color it would destroy it, I think,” he said, running a hand through his thick, black hair.

"It shouldn't destroy it," Hunter responded, "You just have to take great care of it. Which it looks like you do."

Shoot was that too forward? Why do I always loose my cool around guys? I can keep it around the ladies.

“You think? I’m glad you noticed, I do take pride in my hair,” Yeon said with a laugh. He gave Hunter a playful wink before looking ahead again, glancing around as they passed alleyways. He always was wary when passing alleys. If you see something you shouldn’t, or get jumped hwhen you aren’t aware when going by one of those, it could be the death of you.

"Yep," Hunter let out a small sigh of relief. He noticed Yeon's wariness around the alleys. He took a mental note of that.

“So.. Why are you wearing all of that stuff?” Yeon eventually asked, motioning to Hunter’s body as he did so.

"Uh," Hunter's face got red again. He sort of forgot about his get up, "I'm apart of a role playing group. I just left when I walked past you all."

“A what?” Yeon questioned, arching a brow in confusion. When he lived in Cuba, he had never heard of such a thing. Not even in America when he came over, either.

"Oh how do I explain this," Hunter muttered to himself. He cleared his throat, "It's when a bunch of people, normally nerds, get together and act out stories. Sort of like theater except there is no script just a general idea that the rest of the group gets to act out. It can get kind of crazy at times."

“Sounds pretty crazy,” Yeon said before trying to pronounce the words. It felt weird on his tongue to put those two words together, as he unnecessarily rolled the ‘r’.

Hunter noticed the r roll. Then put a things together, "You're an immigrant aren't you?"

Yeon frowned softly when Hunter brought it up. “I am, I’m from Cuba. Is that a problem?” He asked. He had experienced a lot of racism because he was an immigrant, and he was getting tired of it.