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Post by πβππ π£π on Dec 26, 2016 22:14:11 GMT -5
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πICπ "Yeah, here's good," Norman agreed and glanced down at the ground for a minute, smiling at it. He was always going to remember this place now. "Oh right, phone numbers," he said as he remembered and quickly pulled out his own phone. "I never can remember mine...heh, so I usually have to check. Anyways, here's my number," he said before reciting the phone number. Looking up from his phone again to look at Mycle.
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Post by ππππππ’π on Dec 26, 2016 22:42:59 GMT -5
{If you don't mind, can we make our own plot? ^^'}
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Post by willowflower on Dec 28, 2016 2:00:03 GMT -5
((Sure thing, flareon! Sorry it took so long for me to get back to you ^.^'' Did you have an idea in mind?))
Mycle scrambled for his phone, which was always in his pocket for easy access but his fingers were felt clumsy, scrabbling at his pocket far too quickly to be controlled or refined. He wanted to laugh at himself - was he panicked that if he wasn't fast enough, he wouldn't get the number? (Maybe. Maybe a little.) He punched in the number with a thumb, balancing his weight on one crutch, and sent a text. Wanted to check that it worked c: It took him a mental battle to add a smiley face, but he tapped send and he can't edit it now. He shyly looked up at Norman over the top of his phone, trying to hide his smile behind the device. It's only been a few minutes, but he thinks he likes Norman. There was a warmth in his chest and an urge to smile when the other spoke. "I'll see you tomorrow?" he said, almost surprised at the excitement bubbling up alongside the nerves. He had a feeling he'd be blabbering a lot at the dinner table that night.
((skip to the next day? :3))
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Post by πβππ π£π on Dec 28, 2016 2:28:10 GMT -5
πOOC π Yeah sure!
πICπ Norman glanced down at his phone and smiled at the text. "It works, by the way," he said as he looked over at Mycle and nodded along. "Yeah, tomorrow," he agreed with an affirmative nod and looked at him, wondering what was the correct way to say goodbye. He ended up going with whatever felt natural and shuffled over to give him a hug, hoping it wasn't awkward or weird and was sure to be mindful of the crutch before he pulled away, hearing the familiar honking of an old jeep that signaled one of his brothers was there to pick him up. The redhead gave Mycle a warm smile. "I gotta go...bye," he said with a small wave before he took off after the car, excited to tell his brothers all about his soulmate, who to him, was already perfect in every way.
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Post by willowflower on Dec 28, 2016 21:48:24 GMT -5
((this is too cute))
Mycle froze up when Norman wrapped his arms around him, a squeak of surprise escaping him. Delight quickly overrode his surprise, though his face was a deep red by the time the other boy released him. "Bye," he said faintly, lifting a hand in farewell, Norman's smile sending warmth flushing through him all the way down to his toes. He watched his soulmate run to the jeep, his hand still up in a wave. He felt like jumping and running for joy, if only his legs let him. Is this what it feels like to meet your soulmate? Mycle wondered in a daze. He buried his face in his hand, feeling the warmth in his skin and the corner of his wide smile.
He felt like the luckiest boy in the world.
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The next day couldn't come faster.
Mycle found himself suffering over Norman's phone number, desperately wanting to send another text but too terrified to do so. Nothing he could possibly write seemed good enough. No time seemed right, either. Would he seem too eager? Would he be interrupting dinner? Why didn't he know anything about phone etiquette!?
He was restless throughout his classes, staring out the window like a hopeless romantic. (Which he was. A hopeless romantic. The stories in his books have ruined his brain.) By the time that time came, he headed out into the school yard, which seemed a lot more crowded than he remembered, phone in hand. His heart was beating painfully past, the knot of nerves crushing his stomach as he huddled somewhere out of the way. Oh geez, was his hand getting sweaty? He stared at his previous texts, trying to distract himself and ease the anxiety that seemed set on assaulting his nerves.
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Post by πβππ π£π on Dec 28, 2016 22:08:31 GMT -5
πOOC π It's very cute. I love it.
πICπ Norman couldn't stop talking about his soulmate to his brothers, they were probably sick of all the talk by the time they sent him back to school the next day, and so once he could go back out to their meeting spot, he did and grinned when he saw that Mycle was already there, hurrying his step a bit until he was closer. "Hi," he greeted once he got there, dressed in a green, warm looking hoodie and jeans, though he had left his hands ungloved again. He already felt warm being around him, school had hardly been bearable with the thought of meeting up again lurking in his head.
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Post by willowflower on Dec 28, 2016 23:13:41 GMT -5
Mycle was staring at his phone. The anxiety waS nOt GoINg awAY -
Mycle i'm super nervous what if i say something stupid?
Lindy Don't worry about a thing, just be yourself! I'm serious, I'm not just saying that.
Mycle but he's really sweet and nice and i can't reach those levels lindy
Lindy Don't be ridiculous, you're a perfectly sweet guy
Mycle no im not!! im like, the manmade unhealthy sugar that tastes too sweet and causes cavities
Lindy What, corn syrup?
Mycle oh god, im high fructose corn syrup
Lindy Good grief Myc relax, when are you meeting him?
Mycle any min now
Lindy Breathe, okay? Do those exercises. Oh, I gotta go, let me know how it goes!
Mycle lindy don't leave meeeeee
Mycle was on the verge of cursing his friend under his breath, but in the end he couldn't do that to her. He groaned, knocking the phone against his forehead when another text alert went ding! He looked down in surprise.
Lindy yooooooooooo mycle
Mycle choked back a laugh.
Mycle hi ari
Lindy u meet ur love yet
Mycle lindy's gonna know you took her phone again
Lindy o come on she just left it here wut was i suppos to do
Mycle give it back?
Lindy boring. hey u didnt answer my ques
Mycle not yet
Mycle i mean - not that he's my love!
Mycle that is, not that it can't happen!
Mycle ahh i mean - we just met yesterday!
Lindy lolololol
Lindy remebmer save the kiss for the third date
Mycle ahhhHHHH
Lindy bro be sure to tell him all the embarasising stuff first
Lindy like how u cried when a bee got sqashed in the first grade
Mycle DID LINDY TELL YOU THAT
Lindy chill its cute
Lindy shows u got a big heart
Lindy u gotta be up and honest right from the start
Lindy so u know he like u for u
Lindy if he drop u after stories like that
Lindy crush him
Mycle noooo
Lindy ill crush him
Mycle ari no
Lindy ari yes
"Hi."
Mycle yelped and jumped like a startled rabbit, his phone leaping out of his hands and clattering to the ground. "Hi!" he squeaked back, his heart racing. Ari's words floated around his head. "S-sorry, distracted - phone," he stammered, starting his careful descent to reach the device. He heard it ding! and was eternally grateful that it was facedown. Unless that meant the screen was cracked. Then he's doomed, the oracle has sent the foreboding sign, it's going to rain and the earth is going to crack in two.
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Post by Ace on Dec 28, 2016 23:21:04 GMT -5
... Wanna do something with Ari and Shafer?? <3))
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Post by willowflower on Dec 28, 2016 23:23:57 GMT -5
((YES :DDD
Did u have something in mind?))
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Post by Ace on Dec 28, 2016 23:31:34 GMT -5
I really didn't think that far ahead, no. But. I bought the Yuri on Ice soundtrack because I'm trash and it's so good Wanna turn our sons into figure skaters?))
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Post by willowflower on Dec 28, 2016 23:38:46 GMT -5
((AHHHH YES YURI ON ICE EP 12 KILLED ME I AM DEAD AND I AM HAPPY LET'S DO IT
also do u mind starting i have to take my dog out real quick ^.^'' he literally coughed to get my attention, i think he's trying to tell me something))
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Post by πβππ π£π on Dec 28, 2016 23:45:40 GMT -5
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πICπ "Oh, it's fine," Norman told him, grabbing the straps to his backpack and bouncing back and forth on his feet. "So...you ready to go? We did agree on coffee right?" He asked, sort of nervously. His brothers had told him not to worry, things with your soulmate just ended up working out, they fell into place, and yet Norman still couldn't help but worry slightly. After all, he didn't want to mess up, though he wasn't too worried about that, Niko had said it was hard to mess up with your soulmate, and his brothers were more than happy to let him go off for a few hours to spend time with Mycle.
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Post by Ace on Dec 29, 2016 0:06:10 GMT -5
I KNOW I CANT WAIT FOR SEASON TWO yeah for sure I can start. Are we gonna do like a. Grand Prix situation for the general plot?))
Shafer dropped to his knees on the ice, ignoring the sound of Reylin's exasperated yelling as he took a couple moments to just. Die inside. Four quads, what the hell was his coach thinking. There was no way. He'd never even landed one in competition before. The expectations were piling this year and it was sort of his fault. He'd been putting his senior debut off for the past two years, against Reylin's wishes, and now it was all coming back to bite him. Biting. Huh. That was good, he had to use that word more. "You know what, bite me, Reylin." Shafer spat the words at his coach viciously as he shoved himself to his feet and stomped over to his starting place for the umpteenth time. "Just play the track again." "No, you need to practice your salchow until you can land it at least in a combination before we integrate it into your routine. You're going to hurt yourself and then Kry will somehow find a way to blame it on me--" "Play the damn track!" The infamous figure skater turned coach glared daggers at his pupil and tossed his hands into the air. "Fine, you insufferable brat. Break your ankle. Do it." He continued growling out strings of profanity as he reached over and clicked the play button.
Shafer's jaw set in reckless determination as the first sharp notes of the song rang out across the ice and prompted the energetic step sequence Reylin laid out for him. Chest puffed up and shoulders squared, at least the frustration and anger put him in the exact mood the routine called for.
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Post by willowflower on Dec 29, 2016 0:55:35 GMT -5
((i'll just be internally screaming until season 2
that sounds like a good end goal - maybe Ari and Shafer could be like rinkmates? Ari moving to ___ and using that rink as his new home base/Reylin's his new coach? (ahh i wish i knew how that worked) anyway, love the music!!))
sorry this took a while >.< sisters distracting me))
-- Mycle --
"Yes, yes of course!" Mycle said eagerly, slowly standing up with his phone in his hand. No cracks, which was good. And a text from Ari.
Lindy u havent responded in 2.5 sec so u either dropped ur phone or the date iz starting. have fun!
Now Mycle was nervous again. "So!" he said in a way too high pitch. "I guess we're... heading to the one down the street from the school?" Almost immediately he snapped at himself. No, the one on the other side of the city. Yes, the one down the street. Flushing, he tilted his head as he began to walk. "Um," he said. "Are - what classes are you in?"
-- Ari --
Ari was late.
That was probably not good.
The rink bloomed before him like a glorious flower by moonlight, blazing in the sun in all its glory. Ari gasped for breath, relieved. His legs were going to give out on him sometime soon - better it be inside, where there are benches, than outside, where it's cold.
He burst into the rink, stumbling inside. "I'm here! I'm here, thank all the deities in the world. Ugh, I'm gonna collapse."
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Post by πβππ π£π on Dec 29, 2016 1:15:30 GMT -5
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πICπ Norman nodded. "Yeah, I've been to that one before, it's pretty good," he said, smiling at Mycle, he seemed nervous, Norman could totally understand why, he was a little nervous as well, it wasn't every day you met your soulmate, and it was even better to go on a date with him. That's what this was...oh good lord, what if Mycle didn't think this was a date? Should they...should they clear that up? Maybe discreetly. Norman glanced back over at him. "Well, I don't think we share any classes since I haven't seen you around, but hey, getting to know each other, that's what this date is for, right?" He asked causally, grinning internally. Ah yes, he was cool, that went well, totally discreet.
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Post by Ace on Dec 29, 2016 1:19:04 GMT -5
Sounds good~! I really want them to compete against each other. Desperately competitive Shafer is a good Shafer. Not for Ari, but y'know ^^))
Okay. Quadruple Salchow. It was fine, he was going to be fine. Shafer was going to land it, Reylin was going to be proud of him and was going to buy him a pretty new costume, he was going to win the Grand Prix, everything was going to be fine. He'd landed every jump in the first half of his routine so far (if lacking a bit in finesse), now it was that goddamn Salchow. He sucked in a deep breath, tensed the muscles in his legs, focused on his landing point, took a grand but calculated leap... And bailed colossally, courtesy of the new, very loud, distraction that'd just crashed into his rehearsal space. "Oh my GOD, who the f--- are you?" Shafer demanded from his new spot on the ice, looking entirely pathetic, all pouty lips and tear-shiny eyes from underneath a mane of hair that hadn't been tied back since he started practice, a solid thirty minutes ago.
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Post by willowflower on Dec 29, 2016 3:04:28 GMT -5
((Haha, yas, im excited))
-- Mycle --
Mycle made a sound that wasn't quite human. "Date? Yes, date. Date?" Oh, no, now Ari's words were running through his head again. Now he's panicking even more. Calm down. Calm down. He wants to go on a date with you! Don't mess up! "Really?" he added in a small voice.
-- Ari --
"I - " Ari gasped, placing his hands on his knees. "- am in very much need of air." He concentrated on one spot and inhaled deeply a couple of times before looking up, brushing his curls from his face. He must be a mess, hair windblown and all sweaty from running desperately. Ari felt like his limbs were going to collapse like a card castle - it was probably going to look like it too, lanky and bony as he was. Ari tilted his head, looking at the guy he saw suspended in the air when he burst in. He suspected by the terrible-sounding thump (and the fact that he's now on the ice) that the poor thing fell. Whoops. "Are you okay? That looked like a bad fall."
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Post by πβππ π£π on Dec 29, 2016 3:08:48 GMT -5
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πICπ Norman nodded, feeling even more unsure as they went on. "Yeah...a date, that's what this is, right? I've been thinking of it as a date...sorry, if that was out of bounds," he said sheepishly, bringing a hand to cover his neck. Were they on two totally different pages here? Crap. Niko had never had this problem before...was he absolutely sure you couldn't ruin things? Nah it was cool...they were good, and at least they should be on the same page now...you know, hopefully. Norman wasn't sure if this would help clear things up or just end up confusing the both of them.
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Post by Ace on Dec 29, 2016 3:21:04 GMT -5
"That's your new rink mate, princess, and I suggest you get to know him because he's also my newest project and you're going to be spending quite a bit of time together. Ari, Shafer. Shafer, Ari. Now get back to work and no more going through your entire routine just to fail at the Salchow, that doesn't make any sense. Work on your failures in the corner until they are no longer failures." Reylin spoke leisurely from his spot next to the speakers, looking pleased at having something to annoy Shafer with. And annoy Shafer, it did. "Ari, suit up. You're late and I haven't even gotten your song choice from you yet." "'M bloody fine." Shafer grumbled as he got to his feet and brushed himself off. He'd almost had it, too, he felt it. It was all this new kid's fault. This really, really cute new kid's fault. Damn him. "You're a mess." He told him sincerely, as if he was any better.
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Post by willowflower on Dec 29, 2016 17:17:16 GMT -5
-- Mycle --
"Oh, no, it's okay!" Mycle said hurriedly to reassure Norman. "It's just -" He paused, unsure how to explain it. He didn't think that Norman would be interested in him that way? He wasn't date material? He'd always dream about going on a date but it was never realized because he was a timid pathetic piece of - "I wasn't sure if you wanted it to be," he said quietly, ducking his head. "I'd - I'd like it if it... were." Oh great, he already messed up and they hadn't even stepped foot in the coffee shop yet. Mycle mentally started a slow clap for himself. "A-anyway, do you have a favorite class?" he asked, desperately to drag the conversation away from the newborn awkwardness.
-- Ari --
Finding that he was being introduced, Ari brought his hand in a peace sign at his name, though winced at the reminder that he was indeed, late. If it were for school, he'd be far more flippant, but this was ice skating. Minutes wasted suiting up meant less time on the ice. Ari could practically hear it calling its name, the sweet chill in the air playing on his skin. "Sorry, coach," he said, raking his fingers through his hair. Arg, sweat. "My mom practically insisted on partaking on our traditional fight after breakfast. Called me and everything, it always takes longer than -" he quickly shut up, though. Wasting time, he reminded himself. "I'll be right back."
He looked back at his new rinkmate, who was looking more than a little cranky as he pulled himself up. At the sound of "You're a mess," Ari found himself taken aback with pleasant surprise at Shafer's candid remark. It was a breath of fresh air compared to the usual pleasantries (usually spoken through gritted teeth in his presence). Ari's gaze flickered over Shafer's figure, with his hair falling everywhere and some ice still clinging stubbornly to his pants.
"Thanks," he said sweetly, flipping his hair. "You too." With that, he hurried to throw his practice clothes and skates on.
((edit: i was reading back and i realized this might be hard to respond too ^.^'' sorry))
Ari sighed happily as he walked towards the rink, his ice skates pressing against his feet in that familiar way. He pulled his Ipod out of his jacket pocket as he neared Reylin. "So, the one I have for sure is this one for the free skate," he said, pulling it up.
After a soft hum, piano notes darted through the air, followed by an ominous grumble from the cellos. A mournful violin swept in, rising and falling like waves as the piano sang, notes dripping like raindrops. It grew more dramatic, a drum beat pounding near the half-way mark, exploding into a catharsis near the end.
Ari smiled down at his Ipod. The music felt like it was reaching out, desperately, longingly, and it managed to snag his heart and drag it with the song. And it gets dramatic, which is always a plus.
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Post by πβππ π£π on Dec 29, 2016 17:35:36 GMT -5
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πICπ Norman had relaxed after Mycle confirmed that a date was okay. He wasn't exactly all that smooth and so at least they were on the same page now, otherwise it was going to just end up being more confusing for the both of them. He quickly followed Mycle into the coffee shop and gave him a warm smile. "Don't worry, next time, I'll be sure to make it more clear that's it's a date," he told him as he stepped in the short line until it was their turn and he made his way over. Looking at the worker. "I'll have one peppermint latte and..." he paused to look over at Mycle. "What do you want?" He asked him with a small tilt of his head.
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Post by willowflower on Dec 29, 2016 20:55:54 GMT -5
Mycle felt his heart warm at Norman's reassurance and smiled down at his feet. It's a date ~ his heart sang. The coffee shop was cozy, the warm air washing over him as he made this way inside. He was still gazing at the menu in thought when Norman asked him what he wanted, starting when he realized the question was directed towards him. "Oh! Um..." he desperately returned the list of drinks. He was notoriously indecisive, often taking forever just to decide what coffee to get. Part of him wanted to go for the chai latte, with its spices dancing on his tongue, while his sweet tooth begged for the white chocolate mocha. Maybe not the ridiculously sweet one. "J-just the chair latte, please," he said quietly after moments that, for him, stretched too long.
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Post by πβππ π£π on Dec 30, 2016 3:28:38 GMT -5
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πICπ "Good choice, if I wasn't addicted to the taste of peppermint, I'd probably choose that one too," Norman informed him quietly as the guy wrote down their request and looked at the both of them.
"That'll be seven dollars and thirty two scents. Can I get a name for that?" He asked as Norman pulled out his debit card and took care of paying for both drinks.
"Batman," Norman answered easily as he paid. He always went by Batman for this stuff. He definitely liked Batman the best out of the superheroes. "Can I get two cinnamon rolls to go with the drinks?" He asked and the worker nodded, adding that in and mentioning the difference in price. Then it wasn't long before Norman had paid and moved to the side to wait for their order to finish up.
He looked over at Mycle and smiled slightly. "Are you okay with a cinnamon roll? If you don't want it, I'll just eat that too, but I always prefer something to eat with my coffee and their cinnamon rolls here are really good, so I kinda figured I'd get you one too," he explained.
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Post by Ace on Dec 30, 2016 13:47:40 GMT -5
-- Mycle -- "Oh, no, it's okay!" Mycle said hurriedly to reassure Norman. "It's just -" He paused, unsure how to explain it. He didn't think that Norman would be interested in him that way? He wasn't date material? He'd always dream about going on a date but it was never realized because he was a timid pathetic piece of - "I wasn't sure if you wanted it to be," he said quietly, ducking his head. "I'd - I'd like it if it... were." Oh great, he already messed up and they hadn't even stepped foot in the coffee shop yet. Mycle mentally started a slow clap for himself. "A-anyway, do you have a favorite class?" he asked, desperately to drag the conversation away from the newborn awkwardness. -- Ari -- Finding that he was being introduced, Ari brought his hand in a peace sign at his name, though winced at the reminder that he was indeed, late. If it were for school, he'd be far more flippant, but this was ice skating. Minutes wasted suiting up meant less time on the ice. Ari could practically hear it calling its name, the sweet chill in the air playing on his skin. "Sorry, coach," he said, raking his fingers through his hair. Arg, sweat. "My mom practically insisted on partaking on our traditional fight after breakfast. Called me and everything, it always takes longer than -" he quickly shut up, though. Wasting time, he reminded himself. "I'll be right back." He looked back at his new rinkmate, who was looking more than a little cranky as he pulled himself up. At the sound of "You're a mess," Ari found himself taken aback with pleasant surprise at Shafer's candid remark. It was a breath of fresh air compared to the usual pleasantries (usually spoken through gritted teeth in his presence). Ari's gaze flickered over Shafer's figure, with his hair falling everywhere and some ice still clinging stubbornly to his pants. "Thanks," he said sweetly, flipping his hair. "You too." With that, he hurried to throw his practice clothes and skates on. ((edit: i was reading back and i realized this might be hard to respond too ^.^'' sorry)) Ari sighed happily as he walked towards the rink, his ice skates pressing against his feet in that familiar way. He pulled his Ipod out of his jacket pocket as he neared Reylin. "So, the one I have for sure is this one for the free skate," he said, pulling it up. After a soft hum, piano notes darted through the air, followed by an ominous grumble from the cellos. A mournful violin swept in, rising and falling like waves as the piano sang, notes dripping like raindrops. It grew more dramatic, a drum beat pounding near the half-way mark, exploding into a catharsis near the end. Ari smiled down at his Ipod. The music felt like it was reaching out, desperately, longingly, and it managed to snag his heart and drag it with the song. And it gets dramatic, which is always a plus. Shafer stared on at his new apparent peer in something not unlike shock. The people he usually skated with were timid to their very core. Or at least, it appeared that way once they learned who the native boy's boyfriend was. 'Boyfriend'. Ah. That was it. This Ari guy didn't know anything about that, so of course Shafer couldn't hold it against him. He'd just have to educate the poor boy. "Thanks. You, too." Ok no, Shafer definitely wasn't used to having his insults so casually tossed back at him, no matter how cute the skater. And to make matters worse, he couldn't even snap at him, he'd already walked the hell away. The native boy looked completely lost as he tossed his hands up and stared back at Reylin, waiting for him to like. Shoot Ari or something. But he just shrugged at him and leaned back in his chair. "Practice your quads." --- Reylin smiled cheerily at Ari when he reemerged and handed him the AUX cord, hoping to make up for Shafer's less than friendly greeting. He needed Ari to like it here in order to do well. And he never had a student enter the Prix and not place. This kid was not going to break his streak. He propped his legs up on the wall of the rink as he listened to his song. He could work with this. "Yes, this definitely still works with what I had before. Okay. So." He jumped to his feet with an energy he hadn't displayed before. "Play it again and let's see what I have to change. Shafer!" The boy glanced up when his name was called and gave a heavy sigh before lazily skating over to them. He sneered at Ari as he settled beside him to watch his coach. "Where are you from?"
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Post by willowflower on Dec 30, 2016 19:23:49 GMT -5
((im laudghing i wrote chair instead of chai, imma use that))
Mycle realized his flub at the word 'chai' one second too late and flushed, about to correct himself when he saw the guy behind the counter write down his order with a bored look on his face. He probably knew what I meant, then, he thought, still embarrassed. He tried to shake it off as Norman murmured to him.
A smile pulled at Mycle's lips as he filed the tidbit really likes peppermint to the List of Things He Knows About His Soulmate (he also mentally added that it was a long title that needs to be shortened because acryonym LTHKAHS makes no sense).
He blinked, wanting to protest but ended up remaining silent, placing a hand to his cheek as Norman as if that would somehow contain his growing fondness for the other boy. Which was even harder after Norman gave Batman as the name. How. What. Even. Can he get any cuter?
Mycle followed Norman to the side, eyes widening. "I'd love a cinnamon roll," he breathed, already imagining the sugary goodness melting in his mouth. He ducked his head. "You're too nice," he added, tugging at his hair. What has he done for Norman, or even offered to do, when the other has already paid for his drink and got him a cinnamon roll? "Thank you," he said, trying to infuse the words with his gratitude. "You like Batman, then?"
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Post by willowflower on Dec 30, 2016 19:36:17 GMT -5
((pff, don't get yourself shot ari))
"Sure," Ari said, his gaze following Reylin's energetic jump. So he's not one to sit around on his butt all day. Nice, Ari thought, smiling as he looked over at the rink. Soon, he promised the ice.
His head turned as Shafer skated over, tilting his head innocently at his sneer. "Mmm, you mean my hometown, or where I was living until three days ago?" he said, tapping his chin. The question, which was probably going to be asked many times now, was difficult to answer - while he's lived in the Bay Area longer than he's been in Bangladesh, he still held the Indian city closer to his heart. He settled on a "Technically I'm from India, but I moved to California when I was eight" along with a careless shrug. "What about you? Or are you from here?" he said.
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Post by πβππ π£π on Dec 30, 2016 19:40:22 GMT -5
πOOC π These two are so cute.
πICπ Norman nodded excitedly, let out a little happy gasp. "I love Batman, he's my favorite superhero-vigilante. He's so cool. Do you like Batman?" He questioned. He sure hoped Mycle liked Batman. Batman was the best....trivial matters, he could help Mycle learn to like the bat of Gotham. Their order didn't take too long and soon the worker called out for Batman and Norman bounced on his feet.
"That's us, thank you," he said, taking the little bag of cinnamon rolls and the cups, figuring he could hold them until they found a table..."We should find somewhere to sit down," he added, glancing over at Mycle before looking at their options for a table. There was one by the window that looked nice.
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Post by willowflower on Jan 1, 2017 20:30:04 GMT -5
((precious bbs btw your avatar is adorable! oh, and would you be okay moving to PM? it'll help me keep track of all my one-on-one's ^.^''))
Mycle's eyes lit up. "Oh, yes!" he said, voice leaping in excitement. "He's such a fascinating character, so incredibly memorable - I still watch the animated series from time to time, I -" he quickly stopped himself before he steamrolled into an overexcited rant and blushed. He looked up when Batman's name was called. "I can take my cup," he said hurriedly, feeling it would be rather selfish to have his soulmate carry everything. "Um... what about that one, by the window?" Even though the coffee shop wasn't packed, there was still a good handful of people waiting for their drinks, and he was uncertain in his steps navigating towards the table. While his gaze was fixed firmly on the ground to make sure he didn't hit anybody's toes with his crutch, he of course didn't notice nor have time to move when somebody bumped into his shoulder while walking swiftly past him, surprising him and knocking him off balance. Which is probably one of the worse-r things to happen with one hand holding a drink. Mycle felt himself moving backwards, moving his crutch first out of habit with his feet only shuffling as he struggled in alarm to regain his balance.
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Post by πβππ π£π on Jan 2, 2017 12:01:14 GMT -5
OOC Sure! If that's what's easier for you.
IC Norman wasn't all that strong, let that be clear. However he sort of just acted without thinking most of the time, and so he had quickly placed the rest of the stuff down at the nearest table and reached out to help Mycle, hoping to sort of...help balance him out. A part of him wanted to go snap at the person who had bumped into him and clearly didn't care, at all. But he didn't, mostly because he didn't want to cause a scene and would rather try to help his soulmate out.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 11, 2017 5:17:27 GMT -5
Hey, if you're still on for this, I'm back from Norway ^^' )
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