Remember that box?

[pitticus]

Who: Jeff Angel and Pit.
What: A promise to make dreamcatchers.
Where: BE-08
When: Saturday, June 19th, sometime in the morning.

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[princeangel]

Jeff had been aware that his roommate entered the room. However, this was his precious reading time, and he wasn't about to be easily distracted by every little thing. And then Pit sat down on his bed. His bed.

No, alright, that was fine. The angel had done that plenty of times before. Maybe if this had been in the beginning of their roommate relationship, he would have said something. But the blond knew it was pointless now. Fine. Let the angel do whatever he wanted, so long as he didn't interrupt--

"Ow!" Jeff flinched as his toe was pinched. It wasn't very painful, but he hadn't expected it at all. Glaring at the angel, he harshly asked, "What?"

[pitticus]

There was no way he could hide his eruption of giggles. "Haha, remember the day when I was losing feathers all over the place? And we kept some? And you said we should make dreamcatchers? Let's do it!"

[princeangel]

Dream catchers? Ah that's right, he had said that. Glancing down at his book, Jeff decided he might as well attempt to appease the angel. He put a bookmark between the pages, closed the book, and placed it on his nightstand.

"Alright, alright," the blond stood up. "I have a feeling that even if I said 'no,' you would continue to bother me until I changed my mind. Go get the feathers. I believe I have the other materials somewhere..."

Checking his closet, Jeff found the box which contained string, twigs, and beads. It hadn't taken him very long to obtain the materials or to find instructions on-line. The only reason they hadn't made the dream catchers before was due to conflicting schedules. But since they both were free, now was as good a time as any.

[pitticus]

Pit returned with the feathers he scrounged up. He automatically figured the middle of the floor was a good station for them to work, considering their room was kept so clean. He squatted down and place the small sack on the hardwood. "I got them~," he sang, and then waited with patience for everything to come together.

[princeangel]

As Pit settled on the floor, Jeff nodded and sat across from the angel. He pulled out some of the sticks and string.

"The first step to making a dream catcher is to make the base. These sticks are very flexible, so we should be able to make a circle with them. If you need more than one stick, just tie them together with the string."

As Jeff explained, he took two long sticks and curved them to make a half circle. Then, using the string, he tied them together into a circle, "Like this."

[pitticus]

"Okay!" It looked relatively easy. He scooped up a stick in each hand and touched two ends together. They fit well, so he grabbed some string too and cut it with his teeth. Whoops, that hurt a little.

He began tying the two into one. "Do you think these really work somehow? Or is it just a superstition?" He licked his lips and looped the string through a thin gap.

[princeangel]

Jeff opened his mouth to defiantly reply, "No, of course not," but stopped. There were so many things he hadn't believed before, and yet after coming to the school, his whole set of beliefs had been flipped upside down. Living proof of that was sitting on the floor next to him.

So instead, he shrugged and grabbed some more string. "I don't know. I guess we'll just have to try them out to see for sure."

Hm. The blond noticed that he was saying "we" a lot. When had that happened?

With a shake of his head, he decided not to obsess about it. "Anyway, next you take some string and wrap it around the circle in a spiderweb shape. It doesn't matter how many times you do it or in what direction. That's what makes each dream catcher unique," he started wrapping the string around his circle. "If you want, you can add beads to it too."

jeff you're so cute

[pitticus]

Pit nodded once. "So they're like people. None of them are the same." He grinned and glanced up at Jeff's work to see if he was following correctly and mimicked the general design, pleased that his didn't look shabby in comparison. "I'm gonna add beads. Wait, we have some, right?"

NO U >B[

[princeangel]

Pit. That analogy... was really cheesy. Jeff had to steel himself not to roll his eyes. So instead, he pretended to focus on his dream catcher. He should have figured the angel would say something lame like that.

"Yeah, here," Jeff moved the box closer to his roommate. "There should be some under the sticks and string. Different colors and sizes, too." Which may or may not have been stolen from the art room, but Pit didn't need to know that.

Once Jeff had finished wrapping around the string, he cut it and tied it off. "All that's left are the final details." He tied a few strings to the bottom of the dream catcher. Then he added some beads, knots, and a feather to each string. "Done."

[pitticus]

"Wow. You're fast." Pit was still playing around with the netting in the center. "It looks nice! I hope I don't overdo this part... Is there such a thing as too much string?" He held his work in progress up for Jeff to see. The threadwork was a little more sporadic in design, but it didn't look atrocious. It was obvious Pit liked to use beads, too.

[princeangel]

So many beads. Jeff hadn't even added when he was making his spiderweb. Then again, the whole design of dream catchers seemed tacky to him. Like some sort of sorry excuse for a group bonding activity at boy scout camp.

"It's..." He was about to say 'horribly kitsch,' but he wasn't sure if Pit even knew what that word meant. And a small part of his mind didn't want to insult the angel. Said voice was quickly ignored. "It's.... you. Like you said, the uniqueness of the dream catcher is similar to people."

"Or whatever stereotypical hippie nonsense you said," the blond added with a smirk.

[pitticus]

Another foreign word. "Hippie? Pff. Whatever." His grin flipped sideways as he continued fleshing out the center. Wonder what Jeff was trying to imply when he said the dreamcatcher 'was him'? He didn't think about it too hard and just focused on catching up.

He finished up with that part and glanced at the feathers... his feathers. They were swan white and came in different shapes and sizes. Some where fluffy, some downy, some long and streamlined, and some small and a little more on the rounded side. "Did you know?" Pit asked. "Angel feathers are different from bird feathers. They're ziplocked tight together so it's difficult to mess them up. That way, it's easier to look nice." He picked one up and silently debated whether it was suitable enough for the dreamcatcher.

[princeangel]

"No, I did not know," he dryly answered. "Some of us don't interact with angels on a day to day basis." Jeff paused. "Didn't interact." Another pause. "Whatever."

The blond picked up a long and streamlined feather and twirled it between his fingers. The stalk was fairly thick and durable. "You know, I wonder if you could use these for other things. I mean like quills or to stuff into a pillow. Things like that," he shrugged.

Not that he was implying he wanted a pillow filled with Pit's feathers. That just sounded weird.

[pitticus]

"I bet so!" he accepted. "I don't know if we have enough for a pillow, though... Maybe next time I molt, there will be enough. You can force molts, but... I don't want anyone doing that to me!" Suddenly, he felt embarrassed for actually admitting that fact and covered it up with a breezy laugh. "Quills, though..."

[princeangel]

Forcing a molt? How on earth would you--No, Jeff would rather not know. Considering the embarrassment the angel emitted last time, not having any feathers probably made the other feel somewhat naked.

"Let's see," Jeff stood up. Walking over to his desk, he pulled out a pair of scissors. With a bit of effort, he cut the bottom of the feather on an angle and placed the scissors back down. "The shape seems fine. Probably would need to use some sort of blade to get a sharper tip. But it looks like it could hold ink fairly well. I don't have any on hand, but next time I'm in the art room, I'll grab some."

[pitticus]

Pit nodded and smiled. "I like that idea. And I have plenty of feathers in case you lose your quill." He held his dreamcatcher up to admire its progress so far. It only had one feather and one dangling cord, adorned with the bigger beads. He shifted his legs out from under him and resumed construction. "Let's see... Feathers have many uses, don't they? Midna took mine and turned it into a pet toy. And I saw earrings at a store that were just feathers. Feathers, feathers..." His fingers slid through his own discarded one. "...I can't think of anything softer."