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Tobio and Cael's Dorm
Tobio turned around bit startled. Then he looked down."Oh, yeah, I- it was my mum's idea. My parents always get us one twin gift for whatever holiday it is." He said turning back to the stove and rechecking the temperature for the fourth time.
"It was a bit lengthy." He mumbled more to the us-than to Tevi. When he was completely sure that the pot wouldn't boil over he turned back around to see that Tevi had drifted off. He wiped his hands on his apron and walked over, laying the back of his hand on Tevi's forehead, no fever. His breathing looked and sounded fine. He kissed Tevi's forehead.
"I guess the cook will just have to kiss you instead." he murmured before sitting down on the floor and leaning against his bed.
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Tevi shifted back and forth on the balls of his feet nervously. Like most athletes, one of the ways he dispelled nerves was through movement. He had what seemed like hundreds of nervous ticks, checking his watch constantly, running his hands through his hair, clicking pens and plenty of other ones. Swaying back and forth like he was right now was just one of many thing he did when he was nervous, but he had never felt as nervous as he had right in this moment. He was standing outside Tobio's door, he had been standing there for almost 15 minutes, too scared to knock but not willing to walk away just yet. He hadn't seen Tobio in an insanely long time and seeing him again for the first time in a long time was scary. It wasn't that they hadn't seen each other, they just never seemed to have time to do more than say hi, maybe give a peck on the lips and then move on. Not to mention that with recent events, Tevi was finding his old feelings for his good friend Sienna crawling back into his life. He had promised himself that he would never feel that way about her ever again, but he couldn't help it. Tevi's emotions ran strong and he couldn't ignore what he felt no matter how hard he tried to. He had been in love with Tobio, that hadn't been a lie. But lately it just hadn't been working. Finally, taking a deep breath, Tevi knocked on the door. He could only hope that it was Tobio who answered, not his roommate. Although in his entire relationship with Tobio, he had never even seen the other boy at all. He was always busy with one thing or another.
Tobio was working in his mini kitchen making soup dumplings. His school things strewn across the floor, books open everywhere and notebooks with sketches and notes littered his bed. He hadn't had any incentive to do anything with the mess, he knew where everything was at least. Organized chaos. He was the only one ever in and out of his room. Tevi never came by anymore. Things did get cleaned when an assignment was finished only for another to be put in its place. Cooking was really his only vice so Sebastian often had more food than he could handle. He'd lost most of his concept of time and didn't really care, slipping back into this old habit was fine for him. Letting time fly away. How long was it since he'd last seen his brother? It could have been two hours ago, it could have been two weeks. He'd stopped answering his texts, all of them. He self diagnosed himself as having a need for a break but the closest he ever got was cooking and Tevi on occasion. His vice was nearly gone. He'd need a new one. He'd only seen Tevi in passing. He didn't mind being alone though, he'd figured Tevi would move on eventually. He'd just closed another dumpling when there was a knock on the door. He thought he heard himself say to come in but he couldn't trust that he didn't just think it. Clearing his throat he repeated himself.
"Door's open." He said, not looking up.
Taking a deep breath, Tevi put his hand on the door handle and then stopped. He knew that he could come in, the door was open after all. But he felt so uncertain. He had never felt this way before. Tevi was a kid who was always going places, doing things. Whether they be wrong or right, he was always moving forward. He jumped into every task with dedication and confidence. He was the knight that barged into the battle without taking stock of the situation. The warrior who everyone reads about in books and laughs at because they jumped into the fight without being smart about. But with all that said, Tevi was confident. Except when it came to Tobio. When Tobio was in the equation it changed everything. Suddenly it felt like the earth was sliding out from underneath him and he couldn't hold his ground no matter how hard he tried. He wasn't used to that feeling, and it scared him more than it should have. For the first time, he didn't want to move forward into the room, he wanted to run back to his dorm and pretend that Tobio didn't exist. Even better, that Sienna didn't exist and that time was infinite. Infinite days to fix what he and Tobio had once had. But time in this life is limited and Tevi knew that it wasn't working. So, he pushed open the door and walked in."Hey." He said weakly, slowly closing the door. The room smelled like vegetables and spices. It always smelled good in Tobio's room. He was a master cook. Leaning against the wall, he shoved his hands into his pockets and looked down nervously at the floor. He hated feeling so uncertain. Before, seeing Tobio made him nervous with butterflies, but the nice kind. Now it was just plain nerves. He felt like a horrible boyfriend, he was a horrible boyfriend. He liked someone else. He couldn't change the way he felt though and he knew that Tobio deserved to have some closure about their relationship.
"We have to talk... about us" He murmured gently.
Tobio was about to say something again. The door hadn't opened for maybe ten seconds. He wondered if someone had just left something, if that was the case then he'd get it later. Instead Tevi walked in. Except it wasn't Tevi. Well, it was obviously physically Tevi, but Tobio could tell that something was off in his head. He was giving off weird vibes too. Nothing like the calm, mild, warm energy that he typically gave off. Tobio didn't look up until he had all his dumplings in a steamer and his hands washed. Tevi needed time to readjust to this room and Tobio needed time to readjust to Tevi. Tobio regarded Tevi calmly, slipping off his apron and lighting a vanilla scented candle. He moved and stood directly in front of Tevi."I know." He replied placidly. He'd known that this was coming. "If you don't want to talk you don't have to. I have an idea of what you want to say." He said. He didn't know what to do with his hands until he remembered he was wearing a hoodie and stuck them in the pocket. He looked up at Tevi, his green eyes mildly squinted, analyzing. The light was dimmer in this room, his normally white hair looked almost honey colored and the lenses of his glasses were reflecting the tiny bit of light they could. He couldn't look at Tevi in this light anymore. He looked down, worried he'd start the process of falling love all over again when Tevi was clearly here to end it.
Tevi stood awkwardly by the door while Tobio finished up with his cooking. A memory struck him, hazy and vague, but important none the less. He had been sick, and Tobio had been making something? Tea maybe or sandwiches or something for Sebastian. He had been wearing a really cute apron that said 'kiss the cook' on it. It had been adorable and even though he had felt so sick and exhausted he had wanted to get up and kiss Tobio for hours. The memory was tinged with dark colours, memories of his exhaustion. But it was enough to make him second guess what he was doing here. He had loved Tobio, he still did. But something had changed. He wasn't sure why, and he wasn't sure when. But suddenly seeing Tobio didn't make him feel the same anymore, he just felt guilty instead of happy. He knew that he hadn't done anything wrong, but he couldn't help feeling like every time he looked at Sienna, he was cheating. He couldn't control what he felt. The smell of vanilla reached his nose and he smiled softly. Tobio and his scented candles. It scared Tevi how placid Tobio was. It was as though he had been expecting it. Maybe he had. It would be hard not to notice that they hadn't been hanging out nearly as much as before. How something between them was just different. Tevi knew that Tobio was a sensitive person. He understood things about people that no one else noticed, it would be naive to think that he wouldn't have noticed those things in their relationship.
"I guess I just want to say that i'm sorry." He looked at his shoes and then back up at Tobio. He looked so beautiful and once again, Tevi felt a moment of doubt. Could he live knowing that he had hurt this boy? But he knew that he would only hurt Tobio more if he didn't break up with him.
"I promised that I wouldn't hurt you... and I am." He crossed his arms uncomfortably and looked away yet again.
"But I also wanna say thanks. Because you are amazing... and i'm an idiot to break up with you."
Tobio was beginning to feel a tiny lump in his throat because he knew what was coming, he wished maybe he didn't. Maybe then he'd have been able to save their relationship. But the fact that he did meant that he could let Tevi go easier. He knew that letting go of Tevi was the healthy thing to do for both of them. It was hard but it was healthier. Holding onto something like this would only break them further. They'd ruin love for each other. When next they were invited into a relationship all they'd be able to remember was the pain they felt when they were with each other. This was painful too, but it was better than what would have happened and Tobio knew it. He took a silent deep breath, promising himself he wouldn't breakdown. At least not until Tevi was gone. He managed to get the lump to go away and the feeling to pass for the time being.Tobio was almost completely sure he knew why Tevi was leaving too. It's not as if he hadn't known about the girl Tevi had been with prior to him. He knew of Sienna and he felt a tug in his gut telling him that it was for her. He could be completely wrong, but he did know that even if this wasn't for Sienna then Tevi was leaving him for someone else or something else. Tevi hadn't seemed unhappy in their relationship and if something hadn't been going on they probably would have been spending more time together. They'd both had other things happening that the other may have only had a vague idea about. Maybe if they'd communicated, maybe if they'd had a date night. All these maybes. It was too late now.
Tobio could see Tevi's adams apple bobbing, a key factor in determining the way any male was feeling, when it bobbed they were typically nervous. And this certainly was a fine time to be nervous.
"You don't have to be sorry." He said. He nudged a book aside and folded his leg under him, sitting on the edge of his bed. "And you're not an idiot." He looked up at Tevi, wanting to just kiss him now but knowing that if he did he probably wouldn't stop.
"I'm sorry that I made you feel so upset about this. It should be easier. I think I held on too long, but you know, better late than never I guess." He paused, biting his lip, he'd put the piercing back in since he hadn't had a reason to have it out any more, he was still forgetting that it was there and his teeth hit the cold metal ring. He looked surprised for a moment and then inhaled deeply.
"I don't think we're breaking up. We already broke up a while back. The door to our little birdcage of love was closed while we were together, and it's been open for a while now. We were just to scared to leave it. Now we're leaving it. And I think that while we flourished, it came our time to wilt, and we aren't perennials, so we're not going to make a comeback. This is it for us and I enjoyed the time we had together. The dance, the storm on the beach, the road trip. However unfortunate those may have turned out to be. I liked being with you and I still love you. Just in a different way now I guess. After now, I'm always here for you if you need me. Food, homework, comfort, whatever. I'm here if you need me."
Their relationship had quite possibly been one of the best things that had ever happened to Tevi. He had loved Tobio truly, and ending this was hurting him more than he had thought possible. All those nights with him, curled up together or on the beach. It had felt like the world was perfect for a moment. Or even better, that the world wasn't perfect but it was okay to not be perfect with Tobio. He was the most understanding person Tevi had ever met. Which was why Tevi had to end this. Tobio wouldn't mention something even if he knew about Tevi's feelings for Sienna, Tevi knew that about him. Tobio was an observant person so it probably wouldn't take him long to figure it out (if he didn't know already) and having to be in a relationship with someone who loved someone else would be so much worse than just ending it. It wasn't that Tevi didn't love Tobio, he did, but he loved someone else too. He had never thought that it would be possible to love two people at the same time. it seemed inherently wrong. Love was a precious resource, it didn't seem right that someone should be able to love more than one person, it's a waste of love. But here he was, totally utterly in love with two people in the way only a teenager could be. He had tried really hard not to feel the way he did about Sienna but he couldn't help it.
As much as he loved Tobio, he had to let him go. Keeping him trapped in a relationship like this would be cruel. But he didn't want to let him go because he did still love him. Swallowing hard, he chuckled softly. The type of laugh that's there only to hide the tears. He wasn't crying, he didn't dare. Despite having reconciled a little bit with his father, Tevi had still grown up in an environment where men weren't supposed to cry. It was just habit now and he was dry eyed even though he was crumbling on the inside.
"Jeez, Tobio. Here I am breaking up with you and you're trying to convince me that i'm not an idiot." He smiled sadly. Tobio really was too good for this world.
"One day... you're going to be a famous poet and i'm gonna be able to say that I knew you in high school." He grinned and walked over to Tobio. He had been trying to keep his distance so that he didn't do something rash, but he knew that he had to say goodbye properly. It wasn't like they'd never see each other again but even if Tobio wanted to be friends, Tevi wasn't sure how that was going to work. Being 'just friends' with people in the past had worked well for him. That was why he was in this mess in the first place.
"I'm glad that we tried this. You make me really happy Tobio. Thank you." Kneeling down so that he was face to face with Tobio he leaned forward and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. It wasn't a romantic kiss, but all his feelings were in that little kiss. Everything he had felt for Tobio, and everything he still did. He was letting those feelings go and he felt selfish leaving them with Tobio, but he couldn't help it.
Getting up, he brushed off his pants absentmindedly and with another sad smile, left the room. As he walked down the hall, he promised himself not to look back. He wouldn't look back, but he couldn't help himself and glanced back for a second. Just to see the first boy he had ever truly loved, looking perfect in the honey lighting.
Tobio was okay with this. He'd come to terms with the fact that this would be how his first relationship would end and thought that it was as good a way as any. A mutual ending of a relationship was better than any. He could see the hurt in Tevi's eyes though. It was like his insides were falling and crashing. They were being reduced to dust and ashes right in front of him. But Tevi was a phoenix and he'd rise from the ashes. Tobio knew he would. The painful pat had to come first though. Before Tevi could rebuild he had to break and be torn down. Tobio felt awful knowing that he was the wrecking ball in Tevi's heart right now. but he knew that someone was going to fix it. He trusted Tevi, in that he was sure that he did feel like an idiot for leaving him because he had loved Tobio so unconditionally. He'd felt that love, it's warmth, it's brightness. It made him smile, really smile for the first time in years. And Tobio would be forever grateful for that. For the anxieties and the calmest of moments. For the rage, for the sadness, for the joy, for some of the best times in his life.
That night on the beach kept coming back to him. both of them soaked to the core and shivering just a bit while the rain pounded and the waves were beating the shore with a fury unrivaled by any other. The state of their suits and caution thrown to the wind, the lightning and the thunder and the moment in the cave, that hollow silence that wasn't ever really silent just before Tevi answered the phone. That was them. They were a storm that ended soon after it began, leaving footsteps in their wake and chaos and love and disconnections that never really connected again. They were a match, struck, lighting a stick of incense, it was nice while it lasted but it burned out too quickly. The smokey remnants lingering in the room were finally leaving and the scent would be stuck in their shirts until they were washed away, leaving nothing but the memory of one night when a stick of incense was burned for ambiance.
"Well you're not an idiot. You're smart for avoiding self destructive tendencies. that's just the sign of a troubled teen." He replied with a touch of humorous sarcasm. He let Tevi kiss him, restraining himself and feeling everything that was going through Tevi's head. He wanted to pull him close and lie with him until this all went back to being better. He wanted to relight that stick on incense. He knew better though.
"Parting is such sweet sorry Tevi Valesco, I'mjust glad the first time had to be with you so every other one is dulled." Tobio responded softly, nearly inaudibly. He watched Tevi leave, making eye contact one last time before the door shut between them. He fell back into his bed, onto the clutter. Tears began to leak out of his eyes but he was hardly aware of them. He stood briefly and took his dumplings away from the heat to cook later and cleared a space on his bed where he curled up and cried until he fell asleep. The best part of his life, vanished, like the smoke of a stick of incense. Slowly at first, then all at once.
((I figure that i'll end it off here! It was awesome RPing with you. Hopefully i'll get my new character approved at some point and we can start a whole new relationship for The Wonderful Tobio))
((Hopefully you do get approved soon. I really enjoy RPing with you.))
((Yeah! You are honestly such a beautiful writer. Reading your posts is like reading poetry.))
((Oh my gosh thank you so much. I just really love writing so whenever I get the chance I put everything I have into it. I can't even begin to rival yours though. You're so eloquent. I swear you're a professional already.))
((Ha, thanks. I love to write as well, but not nearly as poetically as you do! Seriously, like I don't know where you are in life and all that but you should seriously consider writing as a profession, or like submitting stuff into contests and things like that))
((Aww that's really sweet of you. I actually do want to be a journalist, that way I can get a semi steady ob but writing a book or a bunch of short stories or something would be nice too.))
"Of course. It's god that you're trying to branch out." Sebastian replied brightly. He was leading Charlie to Tobio's dorm and they fell silent. Sebastian always felt that silences were awkward, how could you be in someone else's company and not talk to them? He knew that Tobio was silent a lot and felt that if you could sit in silence comfortably with someone then you were really close because you didn't need to be talking to feel that way. Sebastian understood what he meant and agreed, but he still felt like talking was better than nothing. As he was walking and thinking he realized that he really hadn't said anything to Charlie and began to wrack his brain for something to say, something to ask him. Charlie managed to beat him to it."Mmm, I play volleyball and hang out with friends and my boyfriend and I paint. I love painting, I think it helps get more out for me. I understand it better ya know." He said smiling again. "What bout you?" He asked as they reached Tobio's room. Sebastian stopped and knocked waiting for Tobio while looking at Charlie, awaiting his answer.
Tobio had just finished setting up the movie when Sebastian knocked. He sighed, not ready for the social interaction he knew that Sebastian typically asked someone to join them before asking Tobio if he was up for it so he was used to not having a choice in this. His brother didn't mean to do it, it just usually happened that way. He stood up straighter, though he was still slouching, and walked over to open the door. He swung it open and turned around to start fixing plates, then stopped and turned back around. He looked Charlie straight in his eyes. A list of obscenities went through his head.
"C'mon in." He said weakly, stepping to the side.
Finally. The key. The thing that made him tick. Painting. Charlie smiled brightly at Sebastian's response. On the outside, it would have just looked like a friendly smile. The kind you give someone when they like the same things as you. But really, this was a triumphant smile. Sebastian had just done a very bad thing (well, bad for him at least) he had clued Charlie into what really mattered to him. Charlie had already known Sebastian played volleyball. He knew Tobio did and had seen the twins on the court during the few times he had passed by the gym on the way to other places. He hadn't known how to get to Sebastian through the sport though. He could always try to get the other boy kicked off the team, but Charlie knew he didn't have that kind of leverage with the sports community. He didn't know enough about the right people to get someone to kick one of their best players off. But painting... that was a different story. Already Charlie's mind was bursting with ideas and neither Sebastian or Tobio would never know about them until it was too late. He almost forgot to respond but realized after a moment that Sebastian was waiting for his answer.
"Oh. I enjoy drawing. Actually I met your brother in the visual arts class." He said with another quick flash of a smile before the door opened. Tobio's expression was the best part of Charlie's day. Well... actually his lack of expression was. His face hardly seemed to change at all, but he locked eyes with Charlie and the message was clear. Tobio was not happy to see him. Which Charlie didn't mind at all. In fact, he had been counting on it. In response to Tobio's long stare, Charlie smiled widely and stepped into the dorm room. He felt a little bit like a vampire who had just been invited into it's next victim's house. Very, very powerful.
"I hope you don't mind that Sebastian invited me to eat dinner with you... I was actually hoping to talk to you about that art project we're doing so this is kinda perfect!" He said, the perfect picture of a polite guest. He then twisted his face into a concerned frown and asked quickly,
"Do you need help with anything?" He asked.
Sebastian had been about to respond when the door swung open."Tobs!" He said rather loudly as he squeezed his brother. Tobio just patted him on the back.
"Charlie said you two know each other?" Sebastian asked, hoping to illicit a happy response. Tobio just nodded. He was dead set on giving nothing away tonight. Of course Charlie would do this, he'd been struggling to figure out what to tell Sebastian but it had already happened. The same day Tobio had tried to stop him Charlie had managed to force his way into Sebastian's life as well. Tobio had no doubt in his mind that Charlie would find a way to break Sebastian and all he could do was try to pick up the pieces.
He twisted his head and looked up at Sebastian, if he had ever bothered to stand up straight he wouldn't have to look up at his brother, they were the same height.
"Can you select the English version and get through the previews on the movie?" He asked Sebastian to get him to give Charlie even a moment to exchange a look.
"Of course." Sebastian said practically prancing to the TV.
"Everything is set up so don't worry about it." Tobio replied to Charlie in monotone. He gave him a simple blank look, everything was conveyed through those bright green eyes, set in his face like pools of liquid ivy. There was anger of course, and sadness, but also relief. He was relieved that someone he knew had come instead of a stranger and he hated himself for it. Tobio closed the door to his room. It was significantly dimmer in this room than most others. He'd turned on two lamps because they were having company but he typically only had on the small one on his desk. His bed was made up with simple black sheets covered in white writing. There was a small table next to the bed and floating shelves of books lined the wall that connected to the bay window. There were even more books stacked around the bed and on his desk which had an open manuscript on it, there was a trunk that held his manuscripts and the wall above both the desk and his bed was covered in sticky notes of different colors. At least in his own room he didn't stand out.
He ran a hand over his face under his glasses. "We're having dumplings and yakgwa, it's sitting in the oven to keep warm until we're done. There's about six different types, help yourself." He said, leading Charlie to the kitchen. He made a plate with at least twelve dumpling on it and handed it to Sebastian, already knowing what he liked. He curled up on one edge of the couch and Sebastian sat down in the middle, patting the seat next to him for Charlie.
Charlie watched out of the corner of his eye as Sebastian made his way over to the TV, looking like an excited show pony. He did everything with such energy. As if he had found some personal fountain of youth that was closed to the public. If there were such thing as a fountain of energy, Charlie would have gone looking for it long ago. He was so tired of being, well, tired. The stress of everyday life left him exhausted by the time he fell into bed. No amount of sleep could ever seem to help him feel any better. Instead, he sank deeper and deeper into a hazy world where he poured the remains of his energy into being formidable. That way he didn't have to deal with other people. After all, people are the most tiring thing about life. He was half tempted to ask Sebastian what his secret was. Coffee? Pills? Happiness? Charlie was a tea person, so coffee was a no-go. Charlie had been put on enough different pills in his life to not even want to touch them ever again. They did weird things to his brain. And happiness? He didn't tolerate that emotion and in return, it didn't seem to tolerate him. Although he was looking at Sebastian, he could feel Tobio's gaze prickling at his skin. Eventually, he turned to face the other boy, locking eyes with him. He knew he should be focusing on the messages being sent to him through that solemn gaze, but instead, he found himself falling into the deep green of Tobio's irises. They were such a pure green, not like anything Charlie had ever seen before. Not the muddy green-brown which people liked to call hazel. Nor the sea-green which shifted from blue to green on any given day. Instead, his eyes felt like the bright green of a forest after a rainfall. Everything bright and dripping with crystal droplets of water. They were so calm and yet so lively at the same time. Like the forests they emulated, so full of life but calming to a city boy choosing to walk into the quiet trees. But it was easy to get lost in the forest and Charlie did not want to turn around only to find his path had disappeared. He forced himself to back away, out of the green whirlpool which threatened to pull him in. As he was drawn back into reality, he saw the emotions flashing through Tobio's look. Anger but also a sense of familiarity. As if he was semi-comfortable with Charlie's horrible nature. It may be cruel and destructive but at least it was familiar. For some reason, the relief in his gaze made Charlie feel a spark of contentment.
"You're quite the cook." He said with a raised eyebrow. He didn't smile. His smiles were Sebastian. Tobio knew better than to expect them. Grabbing a plate, Charlie selected a few dumplings. He wasn't a very adventurous eater but he had to admit they smelled amazing.
With Tobio having retreated to the couch, and Sebastian also sitting away, Charlie allowed himself to take a moment to look around the room. He had to admit, it had been exactly what he had expected. Books lining shelves that floated against the walls. Papers sitting by dim table lamps and sticky notes everywhere. The air in the room was thick with thoughts. Charlie had a distinct feeling that if he were simply to reach out his hand he might be able to grab an idea just from the air itself. The entire place was so... Tobio. It made Charlie quiet a little bit. It was not a room that invited chaos.
Stepping past the writing-table, Charlie sat down next to Sebastian with a gentle smile. He had been hoping to sit next to Tobio rather, but he wasn't going to ask for a change in the seating arrangement.
"So, what are we watching?" He asked, peering over at Tobio.
"I dabble." Tobio shot back from the couch. He was thinking, it had taken Charlie a few seconds to register anything that he'd expressed, he was just staring like someone had unplugged something in his head.It was obviously plugged back in rather quickly because he'd began analyzing soon after but nonetheless, he'd been distracted by something. He regarded Charlie, watching him pick and choose which dumplings he wanted, from what he could tell of how Charlie had known exactly what to get when they ate together, he was at least a little picky. Tobio didn't dwell on that much though. Charlie looked thoroughly drained. He wouldn't have been surprised if it was Sebastian's doing. He looked at his brother from the corner of his eye. "Careful that's a soup dumpling. You have to eat the whole thing at once or it'll spill." He said, "You too Charlie, the small round ones are soup dumplings, you have to eat it in one bite. My bad for not telling you sooner." He said. He blinked out of reality and back to his brother's nature. Sebastian with the flashlight eyes and the hollow point smile, piercing through to anyone's heart, bulletproof or not. His energy could do one of two things. It could spread, making other people more energetic and happy, or it could take by sucking the life out of others. Sebastian was none the wiser but after living with him for so long Tobio could tell. He'd built up a bit of immunity to it but when Sebastian was too intense for too long he did tend to get exhausted.
"Sco-"
"Scott Pilgrim Vs. The World. Sorry Tobio I'm excited." Sebastian cut in.
"That's fine." Tobio said turning back to the TV as the movie began.
((Sorry I've been gone, mentality went down hill real quick lol))
Charlie looked down at the dumplings on his plate with a look of cautious curiosity. Tobio obviously did more than dabble with cooking. The food looked perfectly formed and smelled even better. These were not the creations of someone who occasionally liked to pick up a cookbook. This was the result of someone who cooked often and obsessed over the perfection of every bite. Sebastian had already mentioned Tobio's capabilities with food, and Charlie believed him now. He himself disliked cooking, and he had never understood why other people liked it. He had heard there was a meditative quality to it. Like knitting or doodling. One of his brothers had enjoyed baking and had always made the family's bread for the week. He said it helped him forget about the stress of school. It was easy to see when he was having a bad week, as the house would suddenly fill with pastries and other confectionaries. Tobio seemed like such a steady figure, he breathed calmness. It had never occurred to Charlie that perhaps he worked hard to stay as calm as he did. Maybe cooking was his way of relieving stress. Charlie didn't know the movie, but he smiled faintly anyway. It was still jarring to see the difference between Tobio and his more energetic counterpart. Something about Tobio disappeared in his brother's presence as if he was a shadow being overthrown by the sun. Still, Charlie was somewhat grateful he was there. He wasn't sure he would be able to handle Sebastian's energy without Tobio's dampening quality. While it seemed much less effective with Sebastian close by, Charlie could still feel the gentle calmness that radiated off of Tobio.
He took a bite of a dumpling, luckily not one of the soup ones because it was the tiniest most hesitant bite in the world. Charlie had always been peculiar about food and this was far out of his realm of routine. Immediately he could tell that the food was good. It had all the tastes and the spicing of great food... but he didn't like it. He didn't know why, but he just didn't like it. His diet of cold pizza, crackers, apples, and carrots seemed boring to others, but it was nice for him. Usually when he didn't like something he would just leave it on the plate. But as the movie started, he risked a glance at Tobio again. He knew the other boy had worked hard on the food and for some reason, he didn't want to disappoint him by not eating it. Charlie had never felt such an inclination before. To force himself to eat something he didn't like simply to spare another person's feelings. But before he had time to even think about it, his mouth was already closing around the rest of the dumpling. He tried his best to swallow quickly and hold his breath so he couldn't taste any of it.
((It's totally okay! These are trying times...))
Sebastian quieted as the movie started, for as energetic as he was he knew when he needed to stay quiet. Sometimes it was hard for him but he could usually accomplish it if there was something else to focus on. Movies and food was perfect for him. He could focus on the characters and he just really loved food so it was a great distraction. He easily finished off the plate Tobio had made him and sat for a bit, smiling while the movie played. Tobio had curled his legs and rested his head in his hand, keeping watch on Sebastian, the movie, Charlie and the oven, it was just on keep warm but he still didn't want the dessert to become overdone. When both the other two were finished he unfolded himself from the couch and took their plates to the kitchen and put them in the sink. He pulled the yakgwa out of the over and arranged it on a plate for them to take an eat off of. He set it on the coffee table and went back to the kitchen to start quietly putting the extra dumplings in containers. He'd eat later at night while he was writing and leave the rest to Sebastian and Charlie if he wanted any. He'd seen Charlie attempting to keep a poker face while he was eating. Tobio figured he must have screwed up the spices or something. Maybe they were under cooked? Or overcooked? He was stressed now, what had he messed up, these were recipe's he'd had perfected for nearly two years now. Was he too mentally preoccupied when he made them? His hands were shaking and he transferred his dumplings to containers to store in the fridge. He had half a mind to throw them out and restart. Or cry. But he held his own and finished packaging the dumplings. He walked over to his desk and scribbled a note 'Rework the dumplings, they're bad.' He stuck it on the fridge for later and sighed.
As he sat back down he curled up again, trying to pull himself from his thoughts and back to the movie.
"This is good." Sebastian told him with a pastry in hand.
"I figured you'd like it cause of the honey."
"I do, have you made them before?"
"Nope. I was testing something new for you." He replied, his eyes softening.
"Tobs." Sebastian said hugging his brother again and laughing. Tobio rolled his eyes playfully and motioned to the TV.
"Right, back to Scott Pilgrim and the vegan ex-boyfriend." Sebastian said, focused again.
((Do we want anything to happen during the movie? I have no ideas so if not I guess I'll skip to the end?))
((I don't think anything really needs to happen lol, we can skip.))
Charlie could tell that Tobio wasn't paying much attention to the movie. He seemed far too preoccupied with the real world to spend his time on the world behind the TV screen. The other boy's gaze flitted from the oven to his brother, and then met Charlie's eye for a moment before moving away again. Hardly ever did he turn his attention to the movie. What was he so busy thinking about? Charlie wasn't sure. But Tobio seemed like the type who noticed so much that he was always busy thinking. They had that in common. They noticed things that no one else did. Everyone always said being detail-oriented was a good thing, but Charlie knew that wasn't always true. Sometimes it was scary. There was only so much room in a person's mind for details and they would become overwhelming as they poured into his brain. The smells, the sounds, the sights. Sometimes it was all too much. Too much to even be able to watch a movie comfortably, because the world was too busy sending in information. But Charlie could only know this about Tobio because of the little details. So many little details about Tobio. The way his hair fell to one side. The freckle right by his nose. Charlie wanted to notice everything about him. Charlie watched Tobio move around to the fridge and then settle back on the couch. The dessert looked good, but Charlie wasn't willing to try it. He had already pushed his was through the dumplings and he wasn't willing to do it with dessert. He was happy that Tobio didn't suggest he try any and instead turned his attention to Sebastian. With a start, Charlie realized he hadn't even thought about Sebastian for almost the entire movie. He had been too busy thinking about Tobio. He watched them interact now with a bemused look. How lovely it would be to have a relationship like that with his brothers.
((Skip to after movie))
As the credits rolled, Charlie stretched out and then stood up, shaking out his limbs.
"That was really good!" He exclaimed, gesturing to the screen. In reality, he hadn't been paying all that much attention to the movie plot. He smiled gratefully at Sebastian and thanked him again for inviting him. Still playing the happy-go-lucky boy who was just enjoying being invited to hang out with some friends. Picking up his plate he retreated to the sink where he looked around for some soap to wash his dishes. On the way he noticed the sticky note on the fridge. He had seen Tobio writing something during the movie but hadn't been able to read it. Now he could see what it said. Setting his plate down on the counter he glanced up until he caught Tobio's eye, took the sticky note off the fridge and tore it in half. He tilted his head slightly before smirking. After another pause, he strode over to Tobio and said softly,
"You're an anxious little thing aren't you?" He muttered, ensuring Sebastian couldn't hear.
Sebastian hopped up alongside Charlie when the movie finished. "Right? I love that one. The combination of video games and cinema and then Michael Cera just being super funny. I Love that one." He said excitedly.
Tobio unfolded himself from the couch slowly, rolling his shoulders. It had been a while since Sebastian had brought a friend over, but that was only because he was preoccupied with his boyfriend. Tobio walked towards the little kitchen area to take over on dishes when Charlie made eye contact with him, he watched Charlie's hands and his stomach lurched. Tobio glanced back at Sebastian who was busy trying to get the DVD out. When he looked back Charlie was right in front of him. Tobio raised an eyebrow at him.
"I thought you'd have noticed by now." He mumbled slipping the torn note from Charlie's hand and slipping past him. Why did Charlie feel the need to do this? He was trying to fix something he'd obviously messed up and Charlie just had to go and nitpick that too. And yet, the only reason he wanted to fix the dumplings was because Charlie hadn't liked them. He sighed and lined up the sticky note as best he could and pressed it back on to the fridge. Staring at it he ran a rand through his hair before turning and picking up Charlie's plate. He washed it and set it in his little drying rack before turning and leaning against the counter.
Sebastian finished with the movie and set the case on the coffee table. He picked up the plate of Yakgwa and brought it over to Tobio who promptly took it and started putting it in a container for him.
"Dumplings?" He asked.
"Oh, I'm, uh. I'm gonna revamp them a bit so I need the rest to see what I can do to them."
"I think their good. Why change them?"
"I just, felt like it I guess. I'll bring you some of the new ones when they're done yeah?"
"Okay." Sebastian said cheerfully. Tobio hadn't touched the recipes for those dumplings in years, but he obviously didn't want to talk about it so he didn't press.
"Do you want me to walk you back to your dorm?" Sebastian asked turning to Charlie.
((Thoughts? Should Charlie stay or go?Also... is Sebastian gonna break up with Colt??? (been stalking your rp with Bennet)))
((Hmm, he should probably leave so he can see where Sebastian's dorm is huh?Also, yes. Aside from some other things, I'm just not diggin the relationship anymore so they will be splitting up.))
Why did Charlie love to see Tobio so tense, so uncertain? Perhaps it was because there was something beautiful about Tobio when he was nervous. His ghostly presence seemed to recede slightly when he was anxious. All of his edges, usually so blurry and soft strengthened when he was nervous. Charlie liked being able to see him clearly. Usually, trying to assess Tobio was like trying to assess a phantom. He was never full there, which made observing him rather difficult. It often felt to Charlie like he was trying to grab at thin air. But now, Tobio was there. Standing in front of him, staring at his hands where the torn sticky note was held. He looked real. Charlie had never been a fan of real, but instead of seeming real in a bad way, Tobio made Charlie think of a book character who had come to life, which was definitely good. As though he had stepped out of the pale pages of a novel, bringing with him his paper-white complexion and book-like features. "I've noticed you have anxious tendencies. I didn't realize you were anxious." He replied with a shrug.
He watched again from a distance as the two siblings interacted. They were so at ease with each other. Sebastian, the shining sun, and Tobio, the gentle moon. They seemed to live in tandem with each other. Always aware of the other, but never infringing on their brother's privacy or needs. He should do some art about them. Not just Tobio, but also his brother two. Together they made for quite the contrasting piece. Charlie had always been fond of contrast. It seemed Tobio hadn't gotten the message about the dumplings, but Charlie wasn't about to outright say something like, 'they aren't actually bad. I just have very picky taste and it's not even really about the taste, it's more about the texture... so like, they aren't bad. I just don't like them' so Tobio was just going to have to figure it out by himself.
Swinging his bag onto one shoulder, Charlie gave Sebastian a lopsided grin.
"You've got stuff to carry and my dorm is kind of far, but I'd be happy to walk you to your dorm!" He said pleasantly. he wanted to see where Sebastian's dorm room was. Maybe even get a sneak peek into it.
((Ooooh right.))
Tobio was exhausted, more so than usual. He needed to continue writing for his manuscript though. He pulled out his phone. It wasn't terribly late. He could probably get in an hour or two of work before his brain stopped functioning completely. He was tapping his finger on the counter unconsciously, wanting out of all this. What a mess. "I'm more than just anxious." He shot back, exasperated. There was so much he needed to get done. When we he going to fix the dumplings. The ideal tie would be right now but he didn't have the ingredients and the one's in the fridge would be getting col. He'd just go it tomorrow and see what he could do. He also had to think of next week's meal plan for Sebastian. He'd mentioned wanting Mexican not long ago. He wandered back over to his desk and searched through a small pile of notepads until he found the one he was looking for. He flipped through it, muttering to himself.
"Okay!" Sebastian replied smiling. "Goodnight Tobs." He said opening the door to his room. Tobio waved at him, lost in thought and scribbling things down. He needed a cigarette. When the door finally closed he pushed open his window and lit one, blowing smoke out while writing something down again. He sat with his back pressed against the wall under his window, making notes before abandoning the notepad on the floor, mid sentence to make a note of something else and sticking it on the wall. He came back to his notepad and finished what he'd been writing before going to make coffee. He had a little extra whipped coffee and didn't feel like making a whole new pot just yet so he made himself an cup of that and sat back down at his desk. He lit another cigarette, he really needed to stop smoking. after another drag he rested his head in his hand and started writing.
"Alright well my dorm is this way." Sebastian said heading towards his room.
((Yeah lol. Horray for whipped coffee trends tho lol. I love that stuff.))
Charlie just smiled demurely at Tobio's hissy response. He knew the other boy was more than his anxiety. If all he was was an anxious mess, he wouldn't be nearly as interesting as he was. Charlie knew anxious people. They were interesting for a while, but the anxiety itself was never that interesting. Once he figured out what made their breath start coming in gasps, and make their heart pound, once he knew what made them afraid, they were no longer interesting. But Tobio was so much more. He had layers which Charlie could only imagine uncovering. He knew one day he would be able to peel away some of those layers Tobio threw over himself. But he wasn't so sure he would ever be able to truly see every part of Tobio. He was more complicated than anyone else Charlie had met at BLA. Not that BLA kids were a good example. Most had the same uninteresting goals. They wanted to get good marks and be successful. Boring. Perhaps it was just that Tobio was his brother, but Sebastian seemed unknowable as well. He was such a cheerfully extroverted person that it was difficult for Charlie to see anything else. Still, there must be something underneath all that. No one was that happy all the time. It didn't seem possible. After seeing the twins interact with each other, Charlie couldn't help but feel like there was more to it. They didn't really act like twins. Tobio had treated Sebastian like a younger brother almost. He cooked and planned meals, he was always alert when Sebastian was around. There was a deep protectiveness between them. Charlie knew that when he hurt Sebastian, it was going to impact Tobio quite a lot. He was sure of that now.
As they stopped by Sebastian's door, Charlie felt a strange feeling wash over him. He didn't want to hurt Sebastian anymore. That bond he had seen between Tobio and his brother was so pure, so innocent, and he didn't want to take advantage of it. It felt like taking advantage of a child who trusted in all that is good in this world. Why had he wanted to hurt Sebastian in the first place? His heart was no longer into this challenge he had set for himself. Still, Charlie wasn't the type to make promises and then not fulfill them. He had promised Tobio he would break him, by going after Sebastian. He wasn't going back on his plan now. Even if he didn't really want to do it anymore.
((I had to look up what whipped coffee is...))
As Tobio was working he felt a twist in his gut, he felt sick, but it passed. 'Strange.' He thought to himself then went back to work. He pushed the thoughts away for a short period of time but had to stop writing because it was bothering him. What even was that? Just a bad feeling? Was something really wrong? He stretched and his eye caught on sticky note on the fridge. Of course that's what was bothering him. He couldn't get over it now. He sighed, he wouldn't be able to write like this. It wasn't too late either, he'd just have to go get ingredients and try again now. He pushed himself up form his desk and grabbed a piece of paper, writing down ingredients as he paced around his room. Once it was finished he grabbed his wallet and reusable bags and left to the grocery store nearby. Charlie was going to be the soul cause of his lack of sleep tonight and he didn't know how to feel about it."Ah yes. Dorm sweet dorm." Sebastian said. "Ah my, b-roommate is probably out for practice or a workout of something right now, as usual, so you can come in for a bit if you want. Though it is getting a bit late. But it's up to you." He said pushing the door open and walking in. Colt's half of the room was still littered in workout gear, he looked at his room now, the lighting was brighter and there were paintings and paint everywhere. Sebastian could never work on one project at a time so he was constantly moving between two or three paintings at a time. He stooped and grabbed a loose brush, setting it back on his desk with his bag.
He stared at it for a moment before looking up a Charlie and smiling. He hadn't been painting as much since he'd been dating and broken up with Colt. He knew the action sketches Colt had asked him to do were still somewhere in this room, he couldn't imagine where though. He'd probably stay up a bit later tonight and start painting again. Seeing them unfinished made him feel partial.
((Really? Dalgona coffee is so good. It blew up in early March but I really like it.))
((sorry for the wait. I'm thinking Charlie's gonna go and then maybe we can skip to a little while later, maybe Sebastian and Charlie have hung out a bit and they're at his dorm and Charlie trashes the place. Pre warning.... he's def gonna have a little breakdown after that))Charlie raised his eyes at Sebastian's little slip-up. Boyfriend? Or roommate? Sounds like someone was having some relationship issues at the moment. Charlie was immensely glad he had a single room. It had taken about five million calls to get a single. BLA didn't give single rooms to people who didn't really need it... and they hadn't thought that Charlie really needed it. It was a good thing they had eventually come around to the idea because he probably would have put his roommate in hospital by mistake at some point. Not because he wanted to... just because it was inevitable that at some point his roommate would put something in the wrong place, or breath too loud, or worse, bring friends back to the dorm, and Charlie would just go full on Kung fo on them. Probably the only thing worse than a roommate, would be a roommate who doubled as a boyfriend. Because once you broke up... what are you supposed to do then? Awkwardness all the time. Charlie needed his room to feel like a safe place. It was the only place he could relax and let his mind take over. Sebastian definitely didn't have that if his boyfriend was also his roommate.
Charlie didn't come into the room. Rather he propped up a shoulder against the doorframe and peered into the room. The two sides were so different it was hilarious. One had sports gear spread over ever surface, while the other was brimming with paintings, and bare canvases, and buckets of paints. Charlie much preferred one side to the other.
"Nice paintings." He said softly. He was being honest at least with that. They were good paintings. Sebastian had mentioned that he liked to paint but Charlie had assumed that, like most people, he probably wasn't any good. But he had assumed wrong. The whole room felt like walking into a studio and it put his mind at ease. But Charlie had spent a lot of time with people today, and he could only do so much talking. He needed to be alone for a little while.
"I think I'm going to head back actually I have a lot of homework that needs finishing." He replied, scrubbing a hand through his hair.
"But thanks for the lovely evening. I really appreciated it." He added before turning and disappearing down the hall.
((Yeah that sounds good. We can just keep it here since the guy playing Colt seems to be a bit in and out, he just brought it back to that thread so I'm not sure what's going to happen there. Thanks for the warning lol.))When Tobio got back to his dorm he fell into a groove, he turned on some music quietly so he wouldn't wake anyone and just started cooking. He went off his original recipes first, making the measurements ultra precise and then slowly started changing them, it was hard because there were so many ways to tweak it. By six the next morning he was surrounded by multiple variations of different dumplings and was squatting with his hands folded on the counter above him and his head pressed against one of the cupboards, ultimately defeated. Nothing tasted right now. He'd gotten the recipes to the point where one if his mom's friends who came straight from China said they tasted authentic and now he couldn't figure out what was wrong with them. He let his arms slip down to the floor with him and he sat there. He felt sick, he never at this much. Checking the time he packaged up all the dumplings, there was a ridiculous amount. His mom was having some book club thing tonight, he would have asked her to come and get them but he didn't want anyone having them, he felt like he'd failed immensely and he most definitely had nobody to turn to for something as trivial as this. He started sticking them in the freezer, altered recipes on sticky notes littering the kitchen. He'd just have to eat them himself. First he had to get ready for classes though, and probably throw up.
"Ah, thank you." Sebastian said smiling and looking around him. He took pride in his work, it felt good to get praise from someone other than Tobio.
"Okay, make sure you get some rest then." Sebastian said smiling as he closed the door after him. He let his hand slip from the handle and he sat on his bed staring at one of the paintings. It looked awful unfinished. He hated his unfinished paintings and never knew if he really liked them until he was done. he pulled on an apron and sat kneeled in front of one, letting his brush work, then let a section dry and moved to another painting and continued this cycle between three paintings for a few hours. When he looked up it was nearly midnight. He texted Tobio to ask how he was doing, he'd seemed stressed when they'd left. All he got back was an 'I'm fine.' Same as usual. He went and showered and set his alarm and went to bed.
((Okay so do we want to say it's like maybe a week later. Sebastian and Charlie are kinda friends now. I don't know if I want Sebastian to know it was Charlie though. Like I feel like that's unforgivable then. If he doesn't know then Tobio will know it was Charlie but Sebastian doesn't have too... but also Charlie's the kind of person who might want Sebastian to know What do you think?))
((Hmm, ultimately it's up to you but I agree with your first point, if Sebastian knew it'd be unforgivable, but if Charlie no longer wants to do it and is only doing it for the sake of the promise he made to himself then to lessen the damage would he keep it from Sebastian that he'd the one who did it?))
((Yeah I think that's better because Charlie's heart really isn't in it anymore. So how do we want to do this? How would Charlie get into his dorm without Sebastian knowing?))
((I think that would be the best course of action, maybe his roommate just leaves the door unlocked by accident.))
((Should I just start right off the bat with Charlie going in and trashing everything?))
Charlie stepped slowly into the hall that led to Sebastian's dorm room. His footsteps lacked the usual intention. When Charlie went places, he always went quickly and with a single-mindedness that always meant he left people behind. This was because he usually only went places he wanted to go. If he didn't want to go somewhere, he simply didn't go there. But today was different. Today he was doing something he did not wish to do. But the biggest obstacle in Charlie's life, was Charlie, and right now he was warring with himself about the dreadful promise he had made Tobio. He had promised he would break him, and that could be done through Sebastian. The part of him that didn't break promises had won out, but only slightly. So now every hesitant step was a testament to the very insides of Charlie's mind ripping itself apart. His shoes squeaked on the clean floor and he finally stopped at Sebastian's door. He knew it would be unlocked. He had spent enough time with Sebastian now to know that him and his roommate often seemed to leave their dorm room unlocked. This wasn't unusual. Plenty of the boys at BLA didn't lock their doors. They didn't see the need to, and there never really had been. Until now.One hand resting on the doorknob, Charlie glanced around furtively before turning the knob and stepping hurriedly into the room, closing it behind him quickly. There was no going back now. It was the end of the school day and Charlie had skipped off math class to do this. It was the only time he knew for sure that Sebastian and his roommate wouldn't be around. He had closed the door without turning on the light so he searched around on the wall to find the lightswitch. It lit the room up, revealing the rows of canvases which covered Sebastian's half of the room. They looked beautiful. Full of expression, and emotions that Charlie hadn't thought the bright and bubbly Sebastian could feel. Their beauty made him angry all over again. The same way Tobio's handsome face made him seeth.
Charlie wanted to get this over with, so he quickly strode over to the first canvas and snapped the frame in two with his knee before using a pocket knife to slice through the canvas itself. Slowly, the fury which always simmered just beneath the surface of his skin began to take over. He began to rip at things more furiously. His fingertips bled from the effort of tearing apart rough canvas and splinters from wooden frames. He became a tornado of destruction. A flurry of colour and fury, throwing everything Sebastian had held dear around the room. Charlie was human, but sometimes he felt like a natural disaster. One he couldn't even protect himself from.
By the time he was finished, the room looked like an art piece itself. Scattered with ripped up canvases and paint. It was beautiful in the way scary things can be beautiful. Charlie wiped one hand over his cheek, smearing a pastel pink colour across his face. His hands were shaking and the scene in front of him made him a little bit nauseous. He had utterly destroyed Sebastian's room. Not only that, he had ruined the boy's passion. His paintings were all wrecked. All that hard work for nothing, and Charlie didn't even know why he had done it. He had to do it. But he didn't know why. He didn't know why he did things sometimes, and more often those things he did got him into a lot of trouble.
With a little choking sound, he staggered out of the dorm, automatically turning the lights off and closing the door behind him. The hall looked perfectly normal, no one knew anything was different. No one knew that something inside of Charlie was falling apart. And knowing that no one knew, made that thing inside of Charlie break even further. No one would know who had done this horrible thing, except for one person. Tobio. Tobio was smart enough to figure it out. He would hold Charlie accountable. He would know, and that comforted Charlie in some unnamable way.
((Dude it's chill lol))After class Sebastian went to Tobio's dorm to grab something he'd made then left for his own. He wasn't sure if Colt was back yet but he didn't really care, he'd gotten over that. When he walked in he stepped on something and looked down. Why was his canvas all the way over here? Actually, it was only a piece of a canvas but there were more. The longer he stared at the room the longer he could feel his body reacting in ways his emotions couldn't yet process. He was crying but that much was obvious, and shaking violently. He could see bits of his unfinished paintings, and parts of some of his oldest.
Every single one was destroyed. He stared, wide eyed, frozen in place until he could manage to think that he needed help. He wasn't sure what kind of help but he somehow called Tobio, he didn't say anything but he could hear Tobio say that he was coming to the dorm and to stay there.
Tobio had just given Sebastian a container of taco salad he'd made and sat down to start working on his manuscript again. Tonight was light on homework so he had time. His phone rang and he glanced over at it on his bed, Sebastian's smiling face lit up his screen. He picked up but Sebastian didn't start talking right away like usual which was odd. It only got worse when Sebastian didn't respond to anything he was saying. A normal person would think it was a but dial but Tobio couldn't think that way. He kept the call going until he got to Sebastian's dorm and whipped open the door.
Tobio looked out over the sea of shattered canvases and ended the call. He couldn't react right now. That's not what Sebastian needed.
"Can you fix it?" He heard Sebastian ask. He looked at his brother who had the most desperate look on his face and for once in his life he offered Sebastian a hug. It all seemed to finally be hitting him now, all the emotions as he staggered forward into Tobio's outspread arms. After about a half hour of standing like that Sebastian was just dry sobbing and Tobio managed to pull his brother back to his dorm, away from the wreckage. He took Sebastian's phone and explained what happened to Colt and told him not to touch it.
When they got to his dorm Sebastian was still clutching his bag in one hand and the container of food in the other, Tobio knew it was a common habit for people to cling to whatever they were given at times like this. Sebastian sat down on Tobio's bed and stared at the door.
"Cael's never here, kitchen is open for you. Do you want me to stay or will you be okay here by yourself?" He asked, he was about to explode and there's one person he needed to talk to.
"You can go." Sebastian replied softly.
"I'll be back." Tobio said before leaving and closing the door behind him. He didn't know where Charlie was or how he was going to find him but he knew where Charlie's dorm was and that was a start. He stormed through the hallways, stiff and quick, looking for one person and one person only.
Charlie hadn't gone straight back to his dorm after leaving Sebastian's room. He didn't want to be confined to a space right now. He wanted to be somewhere open and free. Where his mind could run wild and his thoughts could overflow without feeling constricted. But this wasn't a place that offered many open spaces. Even outside, BLA was still a sprawling campus always filled with object and people and buildings that blocked the long-view from sight. He needed to be somewhere very big. Like a beach or a lake or a field. He knew he could go down to the park or something but he was worried about having to walk too far. There would be people around, there were always people around and he couldn't go out looking like some maniac. Instead, he just staggered slowly back to his dorm room. It took him a while to get the door open, as he fumbled clumsily for his keys. He felt like he was going into shock, which was just stupid because he hadn't done anything so bad that it was worth going into shock for. All he had done was ruined some kid's paintings. A guy he didn't care about at all. He had only befriended Sebastian to get to Tobio and the boy's never ceasing bubbliness ruined any chance of them become actual friends. Still, Charlie felt like he had somehow crossed a line. He was always hurting people's feelings and destroying things around him. It was like a curse. But he had never actively gone through the trouble to hurt someone else. It always just seemed to be the side effect of him talking to other people. When they spoke to him or spent time with him, they got hurt. That was just the way it went. But he had never sought out trouble as he had with Sebastian. Trouble just seemed to find him. Now he felt like he had crossed some boundary which he had always stopped short of. The boundary that separated him from just being another evil, good for nothing boy who found pleasure in putting other people down. He had always toed the line of that boundary, but today it felt like he had crossed it.
He didn't close the door behind him as he dropped his bag onto the floor. He didn't even notice it was still open, nor did he turn on the lights. Instead, he just kicked off his boots and crawled under the covers of his bed, still fully clothed. He felt like a child again who believed that nothing could get to him if he was underneath his blankets. And he just lay there, waiting for Tobio to come and show him that this time he had gone too far. Waiting, and hoping desperately that Tobio would come.
"I would very much like to kiss the cook." He remarked, giving Tobio a flirtatious smile. That was probably one of the cutest apron designs he had ever seen in his life. Tobio was also undeniably one of the cutest people in the world. He listened to Tobio ramble on about things for a while with his eyes closed, enjoying the sounds of his voice. Tevi had always liked the noise. He always had music, or the radio or a podcast on in the background. That was another one of his extroverted tendencies.
"Thanks for the explanation." He mumbled with a smile. It really was adorable the way Tobio rambled on about this. It was interesting actually. The first time Tevi had met Tobio, he had hardly spoken at all, and now he was rambling on about things! Finally Tevi dropped off to sleep with a content sigh.
((Do you want to go to the spring fling after your post?))