#theunknownuniverses

{ ☆ } Addison considers himself pretty lucky that Gustav seems to have enjoyed his behavior lately— although he does hope that his more natural, less confrontational one doesn’t prove to be boring —since he’s been getting into more spats than he usually would in SEVERAL days, let alone one. Between going-off on Mackenzie, Tom, Damien... Yeah, he’s going to owe a lot of apologies come tomorrow. Well, aside from to Tom. Still, he can’t help but puff up a bit with sheepish pride at the remembrance of what Gustav had called him. ‘Bold and strong’.

Not many people would call him that.

❝  Oh?  ❞  Addi perks up at the mention of the drama club, a light chuckle lacing his words as he quietly comments,  ❝  That suits you...  ❞  Someone like Gustav, suave and with a commanding presence, so bold and confident, he belongs in that world. Amongst all those others who aren’t afraid to step upon a stage, to bare themselves to the world... Something that one could argue Addison does as well, albeit in a more... indirect way. 

❝  I’m mostly in the art room... Well, when I don’t have any other classes scheduled.  ❞  He replies, holding onto Gustav’s arm in a looser hold, more comfortable than the one had had before,  ❝  But during all my free periods and heh- even during lunchtime, I spend my time in there. It’s where I feel most comfortable...  ❞  Safe.  ❝  I like many different medias of art, but honestly I think I’m probably best when simply drawing.  ❞  Not that his ceramics is anything to sneeze at... But still, it hardly has the ease he feels when holding a pencil or brush.

"GET OFF OF ME!" Reala shouted.

“Nnnnnope, I don’t think I will.”

Niffty sleepily stared at the text for a bit before typing out her reply.