Osiris Rameses

Her eyes immediately went to his hand on her arm, remembering when he told her he didn’t like other people’s germs. “You didn’t have to do that, you know I can live with hangover symptoms, you didn’t have to take them.” she said softly. 

“a simple thank you and shutting up about it would suffice.” he answered her back. He went over to his bed, sitting down at the edge of it. “Besides you say that but then you’ll be whining around campus all day and so i’d rather save myself a future annoyance.” That’s what he told himself anyway. 

“Yeah, funny how that works, huh?” she said, smirking up at him with a shrug. She snorted softly as he just threw the food away, although it was no skin off her nose. “No idea,” she said, and laughed. “People who don’t flirt with me are mental cases,” she said, gesturing at herself. “I’m the whole package.”

He continued walking into the room, taking a seat on his desk chair. “well that’s suspicious. and creepy as hell.” he shook his head, debating if he should take it to the dumpster now. what if it was poisoned? “for the toxic relationship starter pack? Absolutely.”

     “Fair enough” she held her hands up gently. She could rub people the wrong way without meaning to a lot of the time, so Alexis could understand him feeling the need to say it, and at least he owned up to the fact that he wasn’t the nicest guy. “Kind of hard to think that the world is when you’ve seen some of the things I have”

“oh yeah?” he asked curiously. “We could play a game of most fucked up?” he said only half joking. IT was a game he almost always won exclusively. But with the way she talked, maybe she was a worthy opponent.

                             𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒖𝒏  𝒊𝒔  𝒂  𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆  𝒘𝒐𝒍𝒇   .   as  are  many  other  students  on  campus   ,   as  he’s  come  to  ruefully  learn   .   it’s  not  to  say  that  great  minds  don’t  think  alike   ,   it’s  just  that   …   there’s  only  so  much  angst  one  man  can  take   .   suppose  that’s  why  lone  wolves  don’t  form  their  own  pack   .   yongsun  can’t  procure  such  sentiments  as  tastefully  so  it  comes  out  moreso  as   ,   ❝   so   ?   spit  it  out  then  if  you’re  going  to  say  so   .   there’s  really  no  fucking  need  to  be  so  dramatic  with  a  ridiculous  one - liner  like  that   .   ❞

“oh but i know how much you do love the drama.” Osiris replied to his hero sponsor. There was humor in his tone, though you couldn’t tell by the stoic look on his face as he stared at the other man. He let the silence sit for a few beats before sighing. “people are exhausting. i constantly feel like im going to die, I don’t need the nonstop chattering in my ears of someone i barely care about. im sure you’re relating at this very moment.”

Cyrus immediately moved towards the window where the sun’s light had been shining best. His eyes glanced around the room, realizing there wasn’t a time he’d been in this room when the lights weren’t already off. His arms went into a fold, his smile that always seemed to be his default facial expression. He never wanted anyone to know what he’d been thinking or feeling, which is why he chose to constantly smile. “Somehow…this ended up behind my bed.” Cyrus reached into his backpack slung across his shoulder, pulling out a very folded shirt. “I think this is yours. I know you’re in a hurry after we’re finished, but never thought you’d be that much of a hurry, Osiris.” He called Osiris by his full name, and it was all because it felt weird saying his own nickname out loud. “ Also, one of my exes was in the hallway so I needed refuge. If you didn’t answer I would have had to face that. Thank you.” Cyrus constantly tried to make the other laugh, even when the situation didn’t call for it. “What have you been up to since we’ve last seen each other.”

Osiris leaned against the wall, eyes watching Cyrus as he pulled out one of his shirts. Osiris remembered that now. He ended up just throwing on his hoodie and running out the door when they realized how late in the morning it was. “thanks. but you could have just wai-” he stopped as Cyrus finished his reasoning. “Ah there it is. “ he chuckled moving closer, his hand tracing the side of Cyrus’ face. “You should have told me sooner, maybe I could have given him a show.” he teased, though they both knew there was no chance of that. Osiris talked a big game though. “Keeping my sister from starting anarchy, watching the drama unfold between my friends. Nothing especially interesting.”