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His arms lay by his side and his fingers ran softly through the grass as he listened intently to the boy. "Oh. I would call you an artist." He said, nodding his head slightly. Louis watched Alley's hands, them being much bigger than his own dainty pair, with heightened interest now that he'd mentioned doing crafts. He wondered how they could do things that required nimble fingers and delicate work because Alley just seemed so clumsy . "Oh you used to skateboard?" He repeated kind of dumbly. "If you wanna learn again I can teach you. I mean if you'd like." The small boy mumbled, lifting his chin just a bit to smile up at his companion before letting it rest on his knee again.

He smiled at that; being considered an artist, or whatever. He wasn't really the best at drawing nor painting, but he made little lacey things like headbands that he he'd rip from baby clothing or just old material that his grandma had given him before he left      he never knew why she always gave him the fabric but he was pretty glad now that she had or he'd probably spend most of his days bored, twiddling his thumbs and cleaning an already clan house. "Th-that's okay, you d-don't have to. I was never r-really good at it. I-It took me like.. Th-three years before I'd stand on one.. I always s-sat on my bum..."

➳;alistair and elliot; main verse ☼

"No, I have a flatmate, Nathan. He’s usually out partying or something." he shrugs and runs a hand through his hair. “I usually have the place to myself." he adds biting his bottom lip. 

"O-Oh," Alley figured that would be nice. Not having to worry about someone else in the house; having it to yourself. Not that his dad really left his bedroom, but still. "Th-that sounds pretty f-fun, I guess. I h-haven't been homealone since I w-was fourteen," He added with a quiet giggle, now moving over to a drawer to retreive forks.

"Seriously. It’s like he’s got a straight line up his ass," she joked, biting her lip when she realized it sounded better in her head. “Just hope that you’re luckier than I am and you don’t have to retake the class next year."

Now, if there was anyone that appreciated bad or lame jakes, it was certainly Dominic. He even snorted quietly, once again burying his face to his arm. He didn't wanna get called on by the professor like he had done so many times in high school. "I'm not even sure I'm learning anything     I'm not sure what I'm meant to be learning."

➳;alistair and elliot; main verse ☼

"I’ll give you my address and everything before I leave." he says watching him as he moves around the kitchen. “I’m sure I don’t live too far from here, and even if I did, I wouldn’t mind driving the distance." he admits, and it was true. He’d drive for ten hours just to see Alley if he had to. But he was sure Alley was closer than ten hours, maybe half an hour at least. 

"D-Do you live with your parents? I don't remember i-if I asked.." He murmured, mostly just saying something so the big grin wouldn't break onto his lips. He also did his best to hide it by looking down at the bowls, scooping a fair amount of the pasta into each.

Red giggled when his nose scrunched up, crinkling up her own to mimic him. “That explains why I haven’t seen you until now," she said, “I’ve been here for a few years now. If you think that Professor Douchebag up there is going to get any less boring later on, you’re terribly wrong."

"Oh damn," He couldn't help but to let out a chuckle, his mouth open in a lopsided grin as he buried his face into his hand momentarily. "How have you been putting up with him for years? He's seriously always this boring?" He was glad he'd sat next to the red head; anyone else probably would've called him a creep when he smiled at them.

Figuring that talking to someone and finally making some friends was more entertaining than doodling mindlessly, she set her pencil down and folded her arms before setting her elbows on the desk. "You look a little young, how long have you been in this class?"

"Uh," His nose crinkled with memory     it hadn't seriously been that long.  Possibly a month at the most. "I don't actually remember but I'm gonna go with like.. Maybe a month," He shrugged his shoulders despite his position with his arms on the table and his head on his arms. "Maybe even less, who knows. What about you?"

➳;alistair and elliot; main verse ☼

"Well you have me now." he smiled, a bit surprised no one hung out with him. “You can have me over whenever you want me to." he adds, wanting to spend as much time with Alley and get to know him more.

His head rolled to the side and he wondered how close the boy even lived. Apparently he'd been driving for a while? Oh, well. He wasn't going to worry himself over that. It obviously couldn't be that much of a trip if he was willing to take it again. "Well, th-thanks. I'd s-say the same but I don't r-r-really know where you live." He let out a quiet giggle, swiveling around to reach up at the top cupboard for bowls.

Red stared down at the yellowing page of sketch paper on her desk, her pencil doodling flowers and nameless faces as the teacher droned on about straight lines. This class was the easiest and fastest of all, yet she couldn’t seem to sit still through it. Noticing a smile start on the boy next to here’s face, she turned to get a clearer look at him, not being able to help but smile back. “Is there a reason you’re looking at me like that?"

At first, Dominic hadn't really noticed that the girl was looking at him also, let alone smiling and talking and so he had to blink himself out of his dopey little daze. That was something that happened far too often. Though, even with the startled-ness, he still managed to keep the warm smile stretched on his pale pink lips. "I don't know.." He mumbled mindlessly, a little embarrassed if anything. "Bored.."

Clyde was freshly 18 years old; and considering his dad always ranted on about how he could finally drink at a bar or a pub, that's how he should celebrate with it. He did have the argument that he didn't even drink, but oh well. Four days after his birthday he found himself at a bar anyway just to see what the atmosphere was like. At first, honestly, it was a little boring     ; but then he heard someone talking, and considering they were looking right at him he knew it was talking to him and not someone behind him. The raven gave a friendly smile and nodded, "Go for it, love."