real big plans and such bad thoughts

I’ve officially learned how to pick up rice with chopsticks. I think it’s safe to say I’m a pro. 

Anarchy, My Dear || Kat & Jared

"Oh, it’s you," Kat replied from the dark, her voice losing some of the hard edge it usually carried. Jared was not exactly what she’d call a friend, but he was far more bearable than most other people she came across at Rose Valley, and so she tried to be less sharp with him. Luckily, it didn’t require too much effort. She pulled herself to her feet and shuffled forward a few steps, lightly tapping her nails against one of the cymbals next to the drum kit. "I don’t play, really, except piano sometimes, and I’m not particularly musical. I do like music, though. It’s just quieter here. Gives me time to calm down." She tapped at the cymbal again, watching it vibrate for a little while before answering his question. "No no, it’s fine. Stay. I’m reasonably calm now anyway." A weak smile stretched her lips, and she hesitated, wondering if he’d mind her being there. She had nowhere else to go, and certainly no one else to talk to, so staying didn’t seem like a bad option. "I didn’t know you played anything either," she tried, wondering if she could spark conversation.

Saying Jared didn’t have many friends at Rose Valley, let alone with the rest of the population of the world, would be an understatement. He preferred to be alone most of the time, mainly because the presence of others was in most cases, almost unbearable however there were instances where he wish he did have more than just one person to confide in. Jared watched, wincing only a minuscule amount (something that he considered an accomplishment) at the thought of the girl touching the drums without much knowledge of the instrument. He himself had never had more than five lessons, but he took it upon himself to learn enough about the instrument to know how to respect. “Piano seems interesting enough, some of the world’s most brilliant people have been pianists,” Jared said, despite the fact that piano had never appealed to him as an instrument but he knew common courtesy dictate that he at least feign interest in her own life. “I consider this place an escape in a sense. As well as the music of course.” Jared nodded in agreement at her previous statement. Jared watched her smile appear, however faint, and considered it a peace offering of sorts. “Yeah, I try to keep most aspects of my life private, honestly, but I play drums, yeah.” Jared spoke, his more formal tone from before diminishing as he stepped closer towards Kat.