Post by Dajh Amare Zane Yun on Jul 29, 2020 15:36:54 GMT -4
The room seemed to go silently still as the guys started to open up one after another. First Beaumont reflected outloud on himself and his time at the school. His personal touch with pop-culture and the like was non-existent which culminated in him explaining that being a hero was his main focus at the moment. Amare wondered if he would ever develop a solid and straight arrow like focus towards his goals, something similar to what Beaumont had, in the future after this day. While Beaumont spoke however a small part of Amare quietly glowed to himself as he heard that Beaumont did not have a crush on anyone at the school... that meant his awkward feelings for Colt could possibly...
Desmoshi's confession about being afraid of the dark broke that train of thought. Someone as accomplished a fighter as Desmoshi was afraid of the dark? A night light? That kind of brought the older student into a new 'light' as Amare tilted his head as he tried to picture the type of nightlight the older boy would have. Probably a boxing glove...or a dragon breathing fire with the fire being the actual light. The growth in the room between the guys who shared and Amare seemed to make him feel alot better about the entire situation. He had momentarily felt tears welling up inside his eyes but mentally forced them back, as he could never cry in front of them. He would not want to be known as 'that' guy.
Patting his chest to clear his throat to fill the void of sound Desmoshi left with his confession, Amare would look at both students before speaking.
"Thanks guys...I don't know this whole thing left me feeling weird...maybe yeah we could just actually get some studying done. I have to still do that History assignment. Do you mind if you guys help me find some conspiracy theories online?"
Tossing the notebook he had backwards and hearing it land somewhere, he would move to sit on the bed beside Beaumont and pull out his laptop from underneath his bed. Opening it he would start up a document and make room enough for everyone who wanted to help, to help out.
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Desmoshi's confession about being afraid of the dark broke that train of thought. Someone as accomplished a fighter as Desmoshi was afraid of the dark? A night light? That kind of brought the older student into a new 'light' as Amare tilted his head as he tried to picture the type of nightlight the older boy would have. Probably a boxing glove...or a dragon breathing fire with the fire being the actual light. The growth in the room between the guys who shared and Amare seemed to make him feel alot better about the entire situation. He had momentarily felt tears welling up inside his eyes but mentally forced them back, as he could never cry in front of them. He would not want to be known as 'that' guy.
Patting his chest to clear his throat to fill the void of sound Desmoshi left with his confession, Amare would look at both students before speaking.
"Thanks guys...I don't know this whole thing left me feeling weird...maybe yeah we could just actually get some studying done. I have to still do that History assignment. Do you mind if you guys help me find some conspiracy theories online?"
Tossing the notebook he had backwards and hearing it land somewhere, he would move to sit on the bed beside Beaumont and pull out his laptop from underneath his bed. Opening it he would start up a document and make room enough for everyone who wanted to help, to help out.
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