#blccdynose

               “ That’s . . . not really what it’s FOR , ” Slowly , Klaus would reach out & take the invention from the girl , eyeing her precariously ( meaning , in this case , in a way that is UNCERTAIN or dependent on chance ) . The gadget or gizmo was placed steadily down onto the wooden surface of the table before he glanced back at the girl , brow furrowed only a bit .

Mike was no expert in these sorts of things, but he was still positive this was supposed to be the other way around—-sure, there wasn’t exactly a written law about it or anything, and he couldn’t tell you where it came from or why it felt so wrong, but it did. Still, he didn’t say anything ( no matter how much he wanted to ), and just allowed her to put her jacket on him. Well, alright, it was technically his jacket to begin with, but that didn’t really matter. The point was that she had put the damn thing over his shoulders—-DRAPED IT over his shoulders to be exact—-and even though common sense told him it was because he had done the same thing for her countless times and she was just doing what she thought was right, not-so-common sense told him that he was 100% a sissy for letting it happen ( coincidentally, the voice in his head that was telling him this sounded a lot like Troy ).Still, he schooled his features to the best of his ability and offered a small smile to the girl beside him, heart-set on not hurting her feelings ( the fact that it still sort of smelled like her did make the situation a bit easier to swallow ). Besides, it… was kind of cute.   ❝ Yeah, uh… thanks, El. ❞

 ✦ ¨ ✧ ─ ‘ You saved me , it’s not a SECRET , ’ Will was grateful for what Eleven had done for him , just as much as he was grateful towards his best friends . He didn’t know how she had gotten BACK , and he knew that something evil still lurked inside of him , but he was ALIVE because of her . Will quickly stepped forward and wrapped his arms around El in a tight embrace . ‘ Thank you . ’

   ❝ If you... want me to, yeah. ❞Unsure of what she truly means and just how deep a question like that can go, the confusion muddles his words and fails his tongue for a moment or two. In such a moment, Mike neglects to say that he’d stay with her even if she didn’t want him there, because he isn’t sure he could do anything else. A small part of him thinks that maybe, if she truly wanted him gone, he would go—-but the larger part knows him far better than that, knowing that he’d never listen. Not if it meant being away from her, anyway.   ❝ And... you’ll stay with me, too, right? ❞

   ❝ Okay, so you see those two? That’s C-3PO and R2D2—-you’re gonna see them a lot. They’re both robots, see? Well, technically, C-3PO is a droid, and R2D2 is an astromech, but ‘robots’ is probably easier to understand. ❞ Every word seems to tumble off his lips like water over a rocky edge, and he knows he’s rambling far too much ( things are happening on screen, Mike! ), but he can’t seem to stop himself from doing anything less. Maybe it’s a nervous habit, because even though the room is almost entirely dark except for the flickering of color and light from the television across from them an anxious sort of flutter continues to eat away at him ever more. Mike’s already seen this particular film hundreds of times, but his wide eyes still take it all in with fervor as if its his first time all over again—-of course, eventually knowing what she thinks of the movie overruns even that, and he fights the urge to bounce in his seat as his gaze flickers from the television set to Eleven repeatedly; he tells himself it’s because he wants to make sure she’s paying attention, but the truth is as simple as the fact that he’s terrified she won’t be interested at all ( is he going to admit that, though? Ha! ). Thankfully, he doesn’t dwell for too long on that thought, as the sight of a feminine figure cloaked in white graces the screen, her image blurred by smoke and her face partially hidden beneath her hood.    ❝ Oh! You’re gonna like her! She’s, uh—-well, I shouldn’t spoil it for you, but she’s really awesome. My favorite character doesn’t come in until later, but she’s a close second; she reminds me of you a little bit, actually. ❞

❛ I can’t BELIEVE you’re taking his side, ❜ Mike snapped crossly, tension even in the flicker of his hand that shot out in a quick gesture. She was clearly upset, and it made Mike even more upset to see it, but she was standing there in the direct line of his misplaced fire so it all came pouring out. His voice rocketed up a number of decibels. ❛ Mike? Mike what? ❜ It was the cruelest thing, that he knew he was HURTING her with his outburst but he couldn’t stop himself. He was twelve and he was hurting too. Everything about Mike’s demeanor was contemptuous, his exclamations like shards cutting to the bone. He continued, not bothering to hide his vexation. ❛ You want to be his friend? Is that it? Fine! But friends don’t DITCH other friends. And you did! You were supposed to spend time with me. We were supposed to go to the arcade together, but you never came. GET IT? You forgot about me. You forgot about me, because you were with him instead. ❜