Avior

[He walks into the room and pulls off his satchel bag, sitting in one of the provided armchairs and scrolling through an article on his phone while he waits for the volunteer to arrive]

[He looks up as they enter, dimming his phone screen and standing as the door locks automatically behind them]

oh, me too... i mean, i tried looking online for a sort of guide, but nothing came up... i guess we'll just have to wing it, heh..

[He sits back in his chair but doesn't relax]

yeah, there was like... no onboarding for any of this. i just signed a form and the rest was history, no kind of explanation of what to do or anything... i guess the people who put it together assumed you'd just sit and feed and then be done with it. just goes to show that the system here sucks...

[He huffs a sigh and shakes his head]

hard agree

[He nods and considers their words]

oh, just the pressure from my family that i have to do well academically so i can get into a good college. yknow, nothing serious.

Sure.

[Without any outward indication, he starts siphoning off the frustration they feel]

they think i have to have everything all figured out before i graduate; theyve been nagging at me about it for years. as i said, i dont know which school i want to attend or even what id want to major in. maaaybe something art related..? but im really just not sure.

[He pauses and thinks for a moment, unlocks his phone again, and jots down another note]

[They raise their eyebrow at his note-taking, clearly curious about it]

I'm afraid I'm personally a planner, so I can't empathize, but I do sympathize.

ah. what ideas have you had so far, if you dont mind me asking?

[He shrugs]

aww, i get to serve as a little point of inspiration for you?

[He tilts his head and shrugs a little]

oh? how so?

[He pauses and purses his lips]

[He huffs half a laugh]

[He walks into the room and pulls off his satchel bag, sitting in one of the provided armchairs and scrolling through an article on his phone while he waits for the volunteer to arrive]

[He looks up as they enter, dimming his phone screen and standing as the door locks automatically behind them]

oh, me too... i mean, i tried looking online for a sort of guide, but nothing came up... i guess we'll just have to wing it, heh..

[He sits back in his chair but doesn't relax]

yeah, there was like... no onboarding for any of this. i just signed a form and the rest was history, no kind of explanation of what to do or anything... i guess the people who put it together assumed you'd just sit and feed and then be done with it. just goes to show that the system here sucks...

[He huffs a sigh and shakes his head]

hard agree

[He nods and considers their words]

oh, just the pressure from my family that i have to do well academically so i can get into a good college. yknow, nothing serious.

Sure.

[Without any outward indication, he starts siphoning off the frustration they feel]

they think i have to have everything all figured out before i graduate; theyve been nagging at me about it for years. as i said, i dont know which school i want to attend or even what id want to major in. maaaybe something art related..? but im really just not sure.

[He pauses and thinks for a moment, unlocks his phone again, and jots down another note]

[They raise their eyebrow at his note-taking, clearly curious about it]

I'm afraid I'm personally a planner, so I can't empathize, but I do sympathize.

ah. what ideas have you had so far, if you dont mind me asking?

[He shrugs]

aww, i get to serve as a little point of inspiration for you?

[He tilts his head and shrugs a little]

oh? how so?

[He pauses and purses his lips]

[He's waiting for them outside of their final class of the day, leaning with his shoulders flat against the wall, the picture of nonchalance]

Telling someone to worry when they're already worried doesn't really work.

oh.. this again.. you really dont have to, i-i can make it home just fine..

I want to, Starlight.

[They fall silent, looking at him over the rims of their glasses]

I am, yes.

[They visibly relax as the pain disappears, letting out a sigh they had been keeping in all day. They straighten their posture, dropping the arm that had been covering their stomach]

You're welcome

[They follow him, going at a slower pace. They notice his tail but doesn't say anything about it, chalking it up to nervousness]

[He's reaching a hand out to steady them in an instant, brow furrowing]

i dont think healing magic can take away lightheadedness... or feeling like all my energy has been sapped away...

[He hums, lips pursed, assessing them.

wh—

[He looks up to the heavens a moment before he spins, one knee ending up on the ground as he reaches for their hand, capturing their fingers between his]

[They blink down at him, staring at where he's holding their hand. They seem flustered, as if they're not used to receiving attention in this way]

I am.

[They hesitate before climbing on, clearly still nervous about the whole thing]

[He stands upright with ease, tucking his hands under their their knees and moving forward.

[They squeak as he stands up, surprised and somewhat impressed with how easily he can carry them. Even so, they tighten their hold on him, more for their own comfort rather than getting a secure grip]

I'm vaguely aware. You've mentioned how far you live from school before but never the specific street.

[They nod along absentmindedly, small sparks of nervousness managing to shine through their emotional walls; they don't notice him stepping to their heartbeat]

[His thumb strokes absently against their leg as he quietly ponders how to ease their nervousness. He's not sure that rambling at them would help.

[They seem more relaxed at his touch, their nervousness lessening slightly]

[He barks a laugh]

do i really usually talk that much??

About as much as I do, I think. I suppose that's why we're so well-matched. As co-captains.

mm... im.. im actually surprised that we work so well together.. i was under the impression that you didnt like me when we first met, heh..

Really?

[They laugh quietly]

I prefer the term passionate.

hah.. just fighting for what i think is right, is all.. even if it is a fake fight at the end of the day.. never really considered myself passionate...

It's admirable. And you shouldn't sell yourself short. You've changed my mind on a few topics.

have i? what topics would those be?

[They laugh a little]

[He huffs a laugh as well]

ten year plan—?? i dont even know why im surprised..

Yes, ten years. Granted, I was already three years in, working toward the fourth. As in this year.

I'm sure Vin or even Vega would help with that if you asked.

maybe... i dont know how id explain that to my parents, though...

Ah.

i honestly didnt expect to win; its a very real thing that people want to do under the guise of "protecting the youth," when really all they want is more control over what younger audiences consume. its true that social media and the internet as a whole has its negatives, but its main saving grace is that you can find information that your parents and the general news just arent going to tell you, and you can create connections with people who share your interests

All points I hadn't considered. Which is exactly how you won me over.

and your stance on civil disobedience was..?

tell that to roads and businesses that have their usual everyday flow disrupted because of a simple protest

[He chuckles]

Alright, then. I assume you'll need to unlock the door?

[They manage to stand on their own, but it's clear that they're tired as they sluggishly look through their bag, pulling out their keys and unlocking the door. They push it open before leaning against the doorframe, as if that small act had used up any spare energy they had left]

[His brows furrow in concern as they lean against the doorframe.]

[They were going to respond to his comment about them staying home, but they instead let put a surprised squeak as he picks them up, their face instantly going red]

Carrying you to your room.

ah.. this isnt what i meant when i said "help me up the stairs" but yknow, sure, why the hell not... [They sound incredibly flustered]

[He purses his lips]

[He's waiting for them outside of their final class of the day, leaning with his shoulders flat against the wall, the picture of nonchalance]

Telling someone to worry when they're already worried doesn't really work.

oh.. this again.. you really dont have to, i-i can make it home just fine..

I want to, Starlight.

[They fall silent, looking at him over the rims of their glasses]

I am, yes.

[They visibly relax as the pain disappears, letting out a sigh they had been keeping in all day. They straighten their posture, dropping the arm that had been covering their stomach]

You're welcome

[They follow him, going at a slower pace. They notice his tail but doesn't say anything about it, chalking it up to nervousness]

[He's reaching a hand out to steady them in an instant, brow furrowing]

i dont think healing magic can take away lightheadedness... or feeling like all my energy has been sapped away...

[He hums, lips pursed, assessing them.

wh—

[He looks up to the heavens a moment before he spins, one knee ending up on the ground as he reaches for their hand, capturing their fingers between his]

[They blink down at him, staring at where he's holding their hand. They seem flustered, as if they're not used to receiving attention in this way]

I am.

[They hesitate before climbing on, clearly still nervous about the whole thing]

[He stands upright with ease, tucking his hands under their their knees and moving forward.

[They squeak as he stands up, surprised and somewhat impressed with how easily he can carry them. Even so, they tighten their hold on him, more for their own comfort rather than getting a secure grip]

I'm vaguely aware. You've mentioned how far you live from school before but never the specific street.

[They nod along absentmindedly, small sparks of nervousness managing to shine through their emotional walls; they don't notice him stepping to their heartbeat]

[His thumb strokes absently against their leg as he quietly ponders how to ease their nervousness. He's not sure that rambling at them would help.

[They seem more relaxed at his touch, their nervousness lessening slightly]

[He barks a laugh]

do i really usually talk that much??

About as much as I do, I think. I suppose that's why we're so well-matched. As co-captains.

mm... im.. im actually surprised that we work so well together.. i was under the impression that you didnt like me when we first met, heh..

Really?

[They laugh quietly]

I prefer the term passionate.

hah.. just fighting for what i think is right, is all.. even if it is a fake fight at the end of the day.. never really considered myself passionate...

It's admirable. And you shouldn't sell yourself short. You've changed my mind on a few topics.

have i? what topics would those be?

[They laugh a little]

[He huffs a laugh as well]

ten year plan—?? i dont even know why im surprised..

Yes, ten years. Granted, I was already three years in, working toward the fourth. As in this year.

I'm sure Vin or even Vega would help with that if you asked.

maybe... i dont know how id explain that to my parents, though...

Ah.

i honestly didnt expect to win; its a very real thing that people want to do under the guise of "protecting the youth," when really all they want is more control over what younger audiences consume. its true that social media and the internet as a whole has its negatives, but its main saving grace is that you can find information that your parents and the general news just arent going to tell you, and you can create connections with people who share your interests

All points I hadn't considered. Which is exactly how you won me over.

and your stance on civil disobedience was..?

tell that to roads and businesses that have their usual everyday flow disrupted because of a simple protest

[He chuckles]

Alright, then. I assume you'll need to unlock the door?

[They manage to stand on their own, but it's clear that they're tired as they sluggishly look through their bag, pulling out their keys and unlocking the door. They push it open before leaning against the doorframe, as if that small act had used up any spare energy they had left]

[His brows furrow in concern as they lean against the doorframe.]

[They were going to respond to his comment about them staying home, but they instead let put a surprised squeak as he picks them up, their face instantly going red]

Carrying you to your room.

[He walks into the room and pulls off his satchel bag, sitting in one of the provided armchairs and scrolling through an article on his phone while he waits for the volunteer to arrive]

[He looks up as they enter, dimming his phone screen and standing as the door locks automatically behind them]

oh, me too... i mean, i tried looking online for a sort of guide, but nothing came up... i guess we'll just have to wing it, heh..

[He sits back in his chair but doesn't relax]

yeah, there was like... no onboarding for any of this. i just signed a form and the rest was history, no kind of explanation of what to do or anything... i guess the people who put it together assumed you'd just sit and feed and then be done with it. just goes to show that the system here sucks...

[He huffs a sigh and shakes his head]

hard agree

[He nods and considers their words]

oh, just the pressure from my family that i have to do well academically so i can get into a good college. yknow, nothing serious.

Sure.

[Without any outward indication, he starts siphoning off the frustration they feel]

they think i have to have everything all figured out before i graduate; theyve been nagging at me about it for years. as i said, i dont know which school i want to attend or even what id want to major in. maaaybe something art related..? but im really just not sure.

[He pauses and thinks for a moment, unlocks his phone again, and jots down another note]

[They raise their eyebrow at his note-taking, clearly curious about it]

I'm afraid I'm personally a planner, so I can't empathize, but I do sympathize.

ah. what ideas have you had so far, if you dont mind me asking?

[He shrugs]

aww, i get to serve as a little point of inspiration for you?

[He tilts his head and shrugs a little]

[He's waiting for them outside of their final class of the day, leaning with his shoulders flat against the wall, the picture of nonchalance]

Telling someone to worry when they're already worried doesn't really work.

oh.. this again.. you really dont have to, i-i can make it home just fine..

I want to, Starlight.

[They fall silent, looking at him over the rims of their glasses]

I am, yes.

[They visibly relax as the pain disappears, letting out a sigh they had been keeping in all day. They straighten their posture, dropping the arm that had been covering their stomach]

You're welcome

[They follow him, going at a slower pace. They notice his tail but doesn't say anything about it, chalking it up to nervousness]

[He's reaching a hand out to steady them in an instant, brow furrowing]

i dont think healing magic can take away lightheadedness... or feeling like all my energy has been sapped away...

[He hums, lips pursed, assessing them.

wh—

[He looks up to the heavens a moment before he spins, one knee ending up on the ground as he reaches for their hand, capturing their fingers between his]

[They blink down at him, staring at where he's holding their hand. They seem flustered, as if they're not used to receiving attention in this way]

I am.

[They hesitate before climbing on, clearly still nervous about the whole thing]

[He stands upright with ease, tucking his hands under their their knees and moving forward.

[They squeak as he stands up, surprised and somewhat impressed with how easily he can carry them. Even so, they tighten their hold on him, more for their own comfort rather than getting a secure grip]

I'm vaguely aware. You've mentioned how far you live from school before but never the specific street.

[They nod along absentmindedly, small sparks of nervousness managing to shine through their emotional walls; they don't notice him stepping to their heartbeat]

[His thumb strokes absently against their leg as he quietly ponders how to ease their nervousness. He's not sure that rambling at them would help.

[They seem more relaxed at his touch, their nervousness lessening slightly]

[He barks a laugh]

do i really usually talk that much??

About as much as I do, I think. I suppose that's why we're so well-matched. As co-captains.

mm... im.. im actually surprised that we work so well together.. i was under the impression that you didnt like me when we first met, heh..

Really?

[They laugh quietly]

I prefer the term passionate.

hah.. just fighting for what i think is right, is all.. even if it is a fake fight at the end of the day.. never really considered myself passionate...

It's admirable. And you shouldn't sell yourself short. You've changed my mind on a few topics.

have i? what topics would those be?

[They laugh a little]

[He huffs a laugh as well]

ten year plan—?? i dont even know why im surprised..

Yes, ten years. Granted, I was already three years in, working toward the fourth. As in this year.

I'm sure Vin or even Vega would help with that if you asked.

maybe... i dont know how id explain that to my parents, though...

Ah.

i honestly didnt expect to win; its a very real thing that people want to do under the guise of "protecting the youth," when really all they want is more control over what younger audiences consume. its true that social media and the internet as a whole has its negatives, but its main saving grace is that you can find information that your parents and the general news just arent going to tell you, and you can create connections with people who share your interests

All points I hadn't considered. Which is exactly how you won me over.

and your stance on civil disobedience was..?

tell that to roads and businesses that have their usual everyday flow disrupted because of a simple protest

[He chuckles]

Alright, then. I assume you'll need to unlock the door?

[They manage to stand on their own, but it's clear that they're tired as they sluggishly look through their bag, pulling out their keys and unlocking the door. They push it open before leaning against the doorframe, as if that small act had used up any spare energy they had left]

[His brows furrow in concern as they lean against the doorframe.]

[He walks into the room and pulls off his satchel bag, sitting in one of the provided armchairs and scrolling through an article on his phone while he waits for the volunteer to arrive]

[He looks up as they enter, dimming his phone screen and standing as the door locks automatically behind them]

oh, me too... i mean, i tried looking online for a sort of guide, but nothing came up... i guess we'll just have to wing it, heh..

[He sits back in his chair but doesn't relax]

yeah, there was like... no onboarding for any of this. i just signed a form and the rest was history, no kind of explanation of what to do or anything... i guess the people who put it together assumed you'd just sit and feed and then be done with it. just goes to show that the system here sucks...

[He huffs a sigh and shakes his head]

hard agree

[He nods and considers their words]

oh, just the pressure from my family that i have to do well academically so i can get into a good college. yknow, nothing serious.

Sure.

[Without any outward indication, he starts siphoning off the frustration they feel]

they think i have to have everything all figured out before i graduate; theyve been nagging at me about it for years. as i said, i dont know which school i want to attend or even what id want to major in. maaaybe something art related..? but im really just not sure.

[He pauses and thinks for a moment, unlocks his phone again, and jots down another note]

[They raise their eyebrow at his note-taking, clearly curious about it]

I'm afraid I'm personally a planner, so I can't empathize, but I do sympathize.

ah. what ideas have you had so far, if you dont mind me asking?

[He shrugs]

[He's waiting for them outside of their final class of the day, leaning with his shoulders flat against the wall, the picture of nonchalance]

Telling someone to worry when they're already worried doesn't really work.

oh.. this again.. you really dont have to, i-i can make it home just fine..

I want to, Starlight.

[They fall silent, looking at him over the rims of their glasses]

I am, yes.

[They visibly relax as the pain disappears, letting out a sigh they had been keeping in all day. They straighten their posture, dropping the arm that had been covering their stomach]

You're welcome

[They follow him, going at a slower pace. They notice his tail but doesn't say anything about it, chalking it up to nervousness]

[He's reaching a hand out to steady them in an instant, brow furrowing]

i dont think healing magic can take away lightheadedness... or feeling like all my energy has been sapped away...

[He hums, lips pursed, assessing them.

wh—

[He looks up to the heavens a moment before he spins, one knee ending up on the ground as he reaches for their hand, capturing their fingers between his]

[They blink down at him, staring at where he's holding their hand. They seem flustered, as if they're not used to receiving attention in this way]

I am.

[They hesitate before climbing on, clearly still nervous about the whole thing]

[He stands upright with ease, tucking his hands under their their knees and moving forward.

[They squeak as he stands up, surprised and somewhat impressed with how easily he can carry them. Even so, they tighten their hold on him, more for their own comfort rather than getting a secure grip]

I'm vaguely aware. You've mentioned how far you live from school before but never the specific street.

[They nod along absentmindedly, small sparks of nervousness managing to shine through their emotional walls; they don't notice him stepping to their heartbeat]

[His thumb strokes absently against their leg as he quietly ponders how to ease their nervousness. He's not sure that rambling at them would help.

[They seem more relaxed at his touch, their nervousness lessening slightly]

[He barks a laugh]

do i really usually talk that much??

About as much as I do, I think. I suppose that's why we're so well-matched. As co-captains.

mm... im.. im actually surprised that we work so well together.. i was under the impression that you didnt like me when we first met, heh..

Really?

[They laugh quietly]

I prefer the term passionate.

hah.. just fighting for what i think is right, is all.. even if it is a fake fight at the end of the day.. never really considered myself passionate...

It's admirable. And you shouldn't sell yourself short. You've changed my mind on a few topics.

have i? what topics would those be?

[They laugh a little]

[He huffs a laugh as well]

ten year plan—?? i dont even know why im surprised..

Yes, ten years. Granted, I was already three years in, working toward the fourth. As in this year.

I'm sure Vin or even Vega would help with that if you asked.

maybe... i dont know how id explain that to my parents, though...

Ah.

i honestly didnt expect to win; its a very real thing that people want to do under the guise of "protecting the youth," when really all they want is more control over what younger audiences consume. its true that social media and the internet as a whole has its negatives, but its main saving grace is that you can find information that your parents and the general news just arent going to tell you, and you can create connections with people who share your interests

All points I hadn't considered. Which is exactly how you won me over.

and your stance on civil disobedience was..?

tell that to roads and businesses that have their usual everyday flow disrupted because of a simple protest

[He chuckles]

Alright, then. I assume you'll need to unlock the door?

[He walks into the room and pulls off his satchel bag, sitting in one of the provided armchairs and scrolling through an article on his phone while he waits for the volunteer to arrive]

[He looks up as they enter, dimming his phone screen and standing as the door locks automatically behind them]

oh, me too... i mean, i tried looking online for a sort of guide, but nothing came up... i guess we'll just have to wing it, heh..

[He sits back in his chair but doesn't relax]

yeah, there was like... no onboarding for any of this. i just signed a form and the rest was history, no kind of explanation of what to do or anything... i guess the people who put it together assumed you'd just sit and feed and then be done with it. just goes to show that the system here sucks...

[He huffs a sigh and shakes his head]

hard agree

[He nods and considers their words]

oh, just the pressure from my family that i have to do well academically so i can get into a good college. yknow, nothing serious.

Sure.

[Without any outward indication, he starts siphoning off the frustration they feel]

they think i have to have everything all figured out before i graduate; theyve been nagging at me about it for years. as i said, i dont know which school i want to attend or even what id want to major in. maaaybe something art related..? but im really just not sure.

[He pauses and thinks for a moment, unlocks his phone again, and jots down another note]

[They raise their eyebrow at his note-taking, clearly curious about it]

I'm afraid I'm personally a planner, so I can't empathize, but I do sympathize.

[He's waiting for them outside of their final class of the day, leaning with his shoulders flat against the wall, the picture of nonchalance]

Telling someone to worry when they're already worried doesn't really work.

oh.. this again.. you really dont have to, i-i can make it home just fine..

I want to, Starlight.

[They fall silent, looking at him over the rims of their glasses]

I am, yes.

[They visibly relax as the pain disappears, letting out a sigh they had been keeping in all day. They straighten their posture, dropping the arm that had been covering their stomach]

You're welcome

[They follow him, going at a slower pace. They notice his tail but doesn't say anything about it, chalking it up to nervousness]

[He's reaching a hand out to steady them in an instant, brow furrowing]

i dont think healing magic can take away lightheadedness... or feeling like all my energy has been sapped away...

[He hums, lips pursed, assessing them.

wh—

[He looks up to the heavens a moment before he spins, one knee ending up on the ground as he reaches for their hand, capturing their fingers between his]

[They blink down at him, staring at where he's holding their hand. They seem flustered, as if they're not used to receiving attention in this way]

I am.

[They hesitate before climbing on, clearly still nervous about the whole thing]

[He stands upright with ease, tucking his hands under their their knees and moving forward.

[They squeak as he stands up, surprised and somewhat impressed with how easily he can carry them. Even so, they tighten their hold on him, more for their own comfort rather than getting a secure grip]

I'm vaguely aware. You've mentioned how far you live from school before but never the specific street.

[They nod along absentmindedly, small sparks of nervousness managing to shine through their emotional walls; they don't notice him stepping to their heartbeat]

[His thumb strokes absently against their leg as he quietly ponders how to ease their nervousness. He's not sure that rambling at them would help.

[They seem more relaxed at his touch, their nervousness lessening slightly]

[He barks a laugh]

do i really usually talk that much??

About as much as I do, I think. I suppose that's why we're so well-matched. As co-captains.

mm... im.. im actually surprised that we work so well together.. i was under the impression that you didnt like me when we first met, heh..

Really?

[They laugh quietly]

I prefer the term passionate.

hah.. just fighting for what i think is right, is all.. even if it is a fake fight at the end of the day.. never really considered myself passionate...

It's admirable. And you shouldn't sell yourself short. You've changed my mind on a few topics.

have i? what topics would those be?

[They laugh a little]

[He huffs a laugh as well]

ten year plan—?? i dont even know why im surprised..

Yes, ten years. Granted, I was already three years in, working toward the fourth. As in this year.

I'm sure Vin or even Vega would help with that if you asked.

maybe... i dont know how id explain that to my parents, though...

Ah.

i honestly didnt expect to win; its a very real thing that people want to do under the guise of "protecting the youth," when really all they want is more control over what younger audiences consume. its true that social media and the internet as a whole has its negatives, but its main saving grace is that you can find information that your parents and the general news just arent going to tell you, and you can create connections with people who share your interests

All points I hadn't considered. Which is exactly how you won me over.

and your stance on civil disobedience was..?

tell that to roads and businesses that have their usual everyday flow disrupted because of a simple protest

[He chuckles]

[He's waiting for them outside of their final class of the day, leaning with his shoulders flat against the wall, the picture of nonchalance]

Telling someone to worry when they're already worried doesn't really work.

oh.. this again.. you really dont have to, i-i can make it home just fine..

I want to, Starlight.

[They fall silent, looking at him over the rims of their glasses]

I am, yes.

[They visibly relax as the pain disappears, letting out a sigh they had been keeping in all day. They straighten their posture, dropping the arm that had been covering their stomach]

You're welcome

[They follow him, going at a slower pace. They notice his tail but doesn't say anything about it, chalking it up to nervousness]

[He's reaching a hand out to steady them in an instant, brow furrowing]

i dont think healing magic can take away lightheadedness... or feeling like all my energy has been sapped away...

[He hums, lips pursed, assessing them.

wh—

[He looks up to the heavens a moment before he spins, one knee ending up on the ground as he reaches for their hand, capturing their fingers between his]

[They blink down at him, staring at where he's holding their hand. They seem flustered, as if they're not used to receiving attention in this way]

I am.

[They hesitate before climbing on, clearly still nervous about the whole thing]

[He stands upright with ease, tucking his hands under their their knees and moving forward.

[They squeak as he stands up, surprised and somewhat impressed with how easily he can carry them. Even so, they tighten their hold on him, more for their own comfort rather than getting a secure grip]

I'm vaguely aware. You've mentioned how far you live from school before but never the specific street.