broken rabbit

And possibly his only friend.

"I was aware you knew where it was… But I didn’t know you took it!" he quickly responds, a mild degree of distress still apparent in his voice. With another sigh, the male shrugs off his coat, hanging it neatly onto the hanger nearby before walking over to the young blond only to be poked in the side upon approaching, causing the raven-haired male to jump slightly. "I-It was fine…" actually, it wasn’t really. GIlbert had once again been forced to fill in for one of the waiters and spent the entire day taking orders and being yelled at if their food had the tiniest mistake in it. Really, this only reminds him of how picky socialites can be even in a high class restaurant…

Answer to the blond’s question causes his head to momentarily arise from the refrigerator, tilted and curious. “Was it? I couldn’t really imagine working at a restaurant, but I’m sure you pull it off well.” He’s quite sure of his words, head nodding once to prove it. He gives the other a small smile before retreating back into the pleasantly cool fridge.

Eying the contents as the older speaks, there is a lackluster expression on his face, noting firsthand that the words are very true. He’s not upset, not really because it takes a lot to get Oz upset. He had hoped there’d at least be something sweet to have. Gilbert always had extremely good pastries and cakes and good food in general. At least there’s a promise of food in the near future.

Before his mind can fill completely with thoughts that would only aid in making him hungry, the teen backs up with a small hop, closing the door to the refrigerator, successfully stopping the flow of cool air and muffling the artificial hum of the machine. Hands placed on hips, the teen turns, full body and attention turned toward the older.

He wasn't quite sure if he was still talking about the shirt or actually being a boyfriend, ignoring the fact that he had never dated in all his sixteen years of living. That's besides the point.

They’d arrived together, but of course throughout the course of the night, Len had managed to lose his date. Friend. Friend on a… not… date… well whatever. Point was he lost her. Or rather, she ran off without him and now he was stuck all alone. Sighing, the blond was currently leaning against the wall. If he couldn’t find Rin, then that just meant he’d have to improvise. Surely if he left her to her own devices for an hour or so she couldn’t do that much harm. 

Right? He prayed it was true. 

In the meantime, he’d look for someone else to hang around. But looking around, he only saw waves and waves of older people. Not that all of them were completely old, but it wasn’t like they were high schoolers either, which was what he was gunning for. The masks made it increasingly hard to judge, but if he squinted maybe he could assess some heights…

Hey! By a sheer stroke of luck, an exceptionally youthful figure much like his own caught Len’s eye. Jogging up to them, he squinted as he neared.

"Hey- wait, are you… that kid in drama?" He pointed an inquiring finger in the other’s direction. What was his name? He knew he’d seen him around somewhere in school. "Oz? …yeah, pre’ sure it was Oz." His last name was a mouthful or something, but the name ‘Oz’ sounded about right. "Funny seeing someone I know here, that is if… if you’re him." Blue masked eyes narrowed once more to make sure he wasn’t mistaken.

He saw people of varying ages, but didn’t bother going near of them because he wasn’t quite sure if he knew them or not. Instead, he busies himself with other things, like dancing with a few ladies and then retreating to the buffet table. He only stays there long enough to grab a glass of wine before heading off to a corner of the ballroom with a bit less people. Uncle might not be too happy to see him with a drink in hand, but it was probably only going to be this one.

When he notes a figure making his way towards him, Oz inclines his head, taking until the other blond finishes speaking before he can finally assess who he is.

Why is he here again? Oh, right; his parents pressured him heavily into going, despite his dislike of these sorts of parties. If the large crowds of people watching him wasn’t enough to make the raven-haired male nervous, then it would certainly be speaking and dancing with total strangers. The mere thought of it is enough to make Gilbert freeze up and… Well, he does.

Perhaps just staying for an half an hour would be enough for his parents and family, right? Well, he could always stretch the truth a little bit and say he had been at the party for two hours… Yes, yes, that would be fine! More than fine; it’s not like they would ever know any better, right? They don’t speak very often, anyways… Hardly ever, really.

Becoming lost in his thoughts as he slowly walks along the sidelines of the spectacle, Gilbert doesn’t notice that he’s heading right into someone. In fact, he only stops in shock after the bump, his eyebrows knitting together as his expression contorts into one of distress.

The teen pauses and sighs, exhale of breath quickly turning into a startled noise upon feeling someone knock into him. Takes a few seconds and a shake of his head to find his bearings, but once he does, he turns in order to see who was the cause of all this.

Oz isn’t quite sure if he wants to laugh or sigh. Instead, he holds his mask away from his face, actually enjoying the convenience of having it attached to stick rather than directly to his face. He fixes the familiar adult in front of him with a I-cannot-believe-this- stare and shakes his head slowly and places and his free hand on his hip.

While Gilbert typically didn’t mind his job, at times it was difficult and at other times people just made it incredibly stressful for him. It’s true that he can typically leave this job at any time and still be fine financially, he definitely knows he wouldn’t be able to even look at himself if he couldn’t work for his own money. Not only that, but the poor fellow would, no doubt, become quite bored with his life.

Though, he’s not entirely sure if that would be a bad thing. From his family to his friends, his entire life had been bizarre and brought many surprises to him; both wanted and unwanted. He supposes he’s not really in a position to complain about such occurrences in his life, but that definitely won’t stop him from thinking about it. With an unlit cigarette placed into his mouth as he releases a small sigh, the man absent-mindlessly unlocks the door to his house (not paying attention to the fact that it has already been unlocked yet), and takes a step inside. Only then does he practically balk at the scene, the cigarette falling from his lips; before him, most of the lights in his house have been turned on, along with some things here and there that have been misplaced. 

He proceeds to almost jump out of his skin when he’s addressed by the most familiar voice.

“Oh nothing happened.” Words sighed in a way that seemed exaggerated and tired. The younger blinks, hands clasped behind his back and slight pout on his face. “Besides you not returning my greeting, but that doesn’t matter I guess. You shouldn’t worry though; I didn’t want to go straight home and decided to pay you a visit. I thought you knew I had the spare key, but you might want to get another one made though just in case you get locked out.”

Telling Gilbert not to worry was almost like telling a chicken not to cluck. Appearances aside, the male tended to fret about Oz more than nearly anyone he knew, that was probably what made him a good babysitter back when the boy was small and got into all sorts of trouble. Most of the time, it felt like OZ was the one looking after him though.

Even more so when the male reaches out with a digit and… Boops her nose.

Another blink of surprise is given with the action, the silver-haired female genuinely confused by how laid-back the other seems to be and yet… There’s something very familiar about him. She’s seen him at school before, she realizes, but what’s even more familiar is that he has been described to her before…

Hasn’t he? Digging back in her memory banks, she seems to think that is the case, staring at the other as he begins to speak, causing her to inhale sharply at the comment. "Oh? Oh! S-Sorry," she fumbles for words, taking a step back as she attempts to recollect her cool demeanor. "I just… Wasn’t expecting that at all. You know,… You should be more careful next time; it wouldn’t do to have both of us go to the hospital because of an accident," and with that, she lightly crosses her arms, her expression of surprise and embarrassment fading back into her normal stoic one once more. As she stands there, Seven still can’t shake off this feeling of familiarity with the other and briefly wonders if asking him would have any merit…

He makes a soft hum at her words; head titled to the side slightly and gaze alight with interest. It seems like she was one of those kinds, those being the ones who tried to seem tough but were actually just really soft and friendly underneath. He isn’t fazed in the least; he received enough practice on how to deal with that kind of behavior from other he already knew. It’s amusing and very cute and very cute he thinks.

“We probably have, you do seem very familiar. It’d be hard for me to forget someone that looks like you, and I mean that in a good way.”

The blond lets out a sigh, shaking his head slightly and inclining his head in a way to look at the ground below him. He needed to move out of this position before he passes out, or something similar. Holding up one finger to indicate a wait, the teen proceeds to get himself down. Easily, he lifts himself back upright on the branch and makes his way down the tree as easily as he had climbed it. Oz never really learned how to climb, but the action did come natural to him as breathing. It probably had to do with him always being so small and agile.

Once on the ground, he faces the female, lips pursed in thought for a few seconds before he finally recalls something.

To: Average From: Seven

Message: Ah, well... As long as you're being honest about it and not just saying false things to people in order to make them happy, I don't think it's a bad thing at all... I mean, like I said, it takes courage to be honest, so it's admirable that you can do that.

To: Seven From: Average