Black sheep

the students of cru as bob's burgers

the cru as wizards of waverly place

the students of cru as toy story

the students of cru as guardians of the galaxy

❝ This is why I’m indispensable---When Matty’s overworked the rest of you lot lack common sense...❞   There’s a pronounced roll of blue eyes, but no mistaking his satisfaction. It’s a useful solution. And neither should really suffer---As it is? He’d doubt Castor would have any trouble being challenged over Callum’s grades if they did so happen to date. The bloke was fairly consistent in so much as grade point average went. ❝Good, I’m almost done, hurry up before we miss dinner. Those wanks won’t hesitate to let us go hungry.❞ Nose crinkled, he scribbles the last set of numbers before shoving both notebook and tablet into a distressed black leather back pack. ❝You’d better name your first kid after me.❞

❝ What’d you get for four?❞  His own gaze drifts down to his own paper as he scratches out the problem on his scrap piece and takes another swig of much too sweet coffee before popping open the milk and diluting for his own health. It doesn’t take a genius to tell the subject makes Callum a tad apprehensive---But then, Bastian doesn’t exactly expect to be floored by the overall admission.. ❝Both of you are horrible--I swear to bloody christ the pinning is gonna go and drive the rest of us mad in that house. ❞ He snorts and lets his own gaze lower back down to the paper, pencil scratching away a few numbers before he gives the last thought on the subject. ❝ If he likes you as much as you like him---He’ll walk away from it. Quitting to T.A. another class is acceptable isn’t it?❞

❝ If there’s no noise complaint in the neighborhood they aren’t doing it right.❞ There’s a certain unwelcome feeling he can’t quite pinpoint when it comes to Callum. Theirs was a friendship started by convenience. Of like minds in terms of studiousness---And beacons of sanity at respective family gatherings. But try as he might? It’s evolved beyond the playful antagonism & synchronized side eye. He’d genuinely like to see Callum something other than stressed and overworked. And honestly? He only really seems to let his guard down around one particular individual these days. It’d really take a dense idiot not to note the mutual interest. ❝ I call bullshit, it’s a disturbing amount of babyface on a fine tuned body.❞  Bas lofts a sardonic brow. ❝ You’re talking like a can’t do both. ❞

❝I don’t know Iggy Iggy booty so biggy—❞ Fingers move to rake through a curly mop of hair as he hums out in amusement. Blue eyes settle on a darker set.  ❝Old guy asked me out in a DM, it’s about $1,000 bucks for dinner and pictures. I’m still pondering how morally bankrupt I am. How’s the views?❞

❝ Slow down with the cliches will you? I’ll get whiplash. Why are you bragging about sleeping with a forty five year old? I’d be more worried about her kid, big guy on the wrestling team. ❞

❝ No, my nanny preferred quiet time and soaps. ❞ Bastian deadpanned smoothly, only to crack a smile at the mention of questionable meat. If they were honest? More than one dick in the room could probably fit the same description. ❝ Huh...You were that kid in primary school weren’t you? Sharing the cookies and brownies. Yeah, alright. It’s better than jell-o’d chicken. ❞

❝ Not bad---Highway to hell, cello rendition. All the good musicians are dead and there’s no way I’m not being buried to live music.❞ It’s not like he doesn’t know the bloke about as well as his cousin by now right? Or dated one of the people that happens to know him the most. ❝You’re into the twink thing?❞  A mild look of amusement follows as unscrews the top of his drink and takes a swig. ❝ Funny, could’ve sworn your type ran more along the lines of Campus dad. ❞