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]

"So it's basically a system of apprenticeship. Everyone specializes in a specific trade and the more experienced people teach the younger ones." It seemed a bit medieval, but considering Angel Land was more-or-less timeless, it made sense

[pitticus]

"I wonder..." Pit continued to muse. "What will happen to gods in the future? This world is nothing like my world. Everything is so logical, so easy to explain with facts and knowledge you get from books. Aside from our magical powers and the wild curses, of course. But the way people explain things, like lightning. It's not hurled from the heavens out of fury. It's something about positive and negative charges that happen in the clouds, I've been told. It's hard to believe after all this time... It's like gods just vanished into nonexistence!"

And then, another jerking thought tugged at his brain. Pit looked puzzled, astonished even. His hand reached up gingerly to glide against his own cheek as he said, "Will I... disappear someday too?"

[princeangel]

Jeff snorted. "Just because people don't believe in it doesn't mean it'll just up and disappear. Gods are just as alive as humans, aren't they? That means they'll continue to live until... well, I guess not until they die since they're immortal, but close enough."

"You're just being overly dramatic," Jeff batted Pit's hand away from the angel's face. "Besides, who's to say that human science applies to gods anyway? Gods were used as a way to explain things. But that doesn't mean the theories actually affected them. So what if people changed their ideas from 'gods make lightning' to 'charges make lightning'? I don't see how that would affect the gods, other than altering their reputation."

[pitticus]

The abrupt disconnection of his hands from his face shocked, then grated on his nerves somewhat. "M-maybe," he replied, a little shakily. "I didn't think about it very much. You're probably right."

Pit decided maybe they should change the subject, since the current one felt stuffy with overflowing ideas that were haunting. "Anyway," he continued as he scooped his dreamcatcher back up (how many times was he going to be compelled to put it down, anyway?). "Were the people very different at your old school?"

[princeangel]

"Different from this place? Try saner. If I told anyone from my old school about all the things I've seen here, they'd think I was nuts." With a sarcastic smile, he added, "There's no way those rich brats could handle a place like this."

At one point in his life, Jeff had considered himself just another one of those 'rich brats'. But now... Smash Academy had changed him. Then again, maybe the change had started all the way with Hotel Dusk and--

No. No, he refused to think about that. Without even realizing it, he had crushed the feather in his hand.

[pitticus]

The annihilation of that feather by Jeff's fist had actually been brought to his attention out of the corner of his eye, and for some reason, it flipped him upside-down inside, but not so much that it really affected him. He dismissed it with a new and fascinating inquiry. "Saner, huh..." Pit gave a ghost of a laugh. "Hey, hey, Jeff, did you ever have a girlfriend before? Or youknow, a boyfriend?" He cracked a wide, sheepish grin and fiddled with one of the dangling feathers.

[princeangel]

Oh goody, a question about Jeff's sexuality. Exactly the sort of thing the blond had been avoiding since, oh, puberty. Jeff shifted, a light blush on his cheeks. "No, I did not have a girlfriend. I was too preoccupied with schoolwork."

And also the whole 'not really interested in girls' thing, but he wasn't about to say that out loud. Besides, it wasn't like he had lied. He was a very studious person, both at Smash Academy and at his old school. And if he had shown any interest in one of his peers, it was merely to exploit their money or family connections.

The idea of lovey-dovey romance did not interest him in the least.

[pitticus]

"Sounds like you," Pit teased. "But haven't you ever thought about it? Just once? I mean, it was probably happening all around you." He brought his knees up against him, but made sure Jeff didn't get a free shot of his underside beneath that nightshirt.

[princeangel]

"No," he ground out. "I had no interest in that sort of thing. Schoolwork was, and is, the most important thing," Jeff started ranting. "Without that, you can't get into a good college, and if you don't get into a good college, you won't be able to get a good career, and without a good career, you'll be stuck in some ransack apartment trying to survive on some low income, dead end job. Dating is nothing more than a distraction. Not to mention the fact that I have no interest in girls or anything relating to the female gender whatsoever."

He paused, realizing what he had just admitted. Hopefully Pit didn't notice. The angel wasn't exactly the most attentive person, right? So there was no reason that Pit should have picked out the real meaning of the blond's last statement. ... Right?

[pitticus]

Playful Pit didn't make any initial indication that he had burrowed through any potential 'hidden meanings' and found anything worth interpretation. Instead, he popped out of his position and crawled closer, then grew dangerously close until their faces were in proximity. He hung there over him for a moment, smirking (still teasing), and broke Jeff's silent hopes when he bumped noses and whispered, "What about boys?"

[princeangel]

Too close. Oh god too close. Jeff's face became bright red.

He was about to scoot away, but then realized that Pit was teasing him. The angel was trying to make him uncomfortable. That scheming, little pain in the ass. No way was Jeff Angel going to back down from such a challenge and admit embarrassment. No, he was going to hold his ground and act like the intrusion in his person bubble didn't bother him.

"What about them?" Jeff forced his tone to remain calm.

[pitticus]

"You said you didn't like girls. What about boys?" he clarified, lids drooping a little.

[princeangel]

Pit was doing that on purpose. Jeff's eye twitched a little. So much for the belief that angels were pure and innocent. Oh no, this one could be a total brat when he wanted to be. And the blond wasn't about to stand for it.

So ignoring the problem wasn't helping. Maybe it was time for a more... active approach.

"Well," Jeff tilted his head to the side, so their noses were no longer touching tip-to-tip but now gently side-by-side. "I stand by my statement that schoolwork was more important than relationships. But," he lowered his voice, "I guess I'd have to say that I enjoy boys more so than girls."

[pitticus]

Maybe he had been playing around at first, but Pit was falling into new foreign feelings. It could have happened when Jeff's face moved against his. It could have been the sound of his voice. Or maybe it was the confirmation he hadn't been expecting. Whatever the case, Pit grew just as flustered as Jeff had been and his mouth hung open and his body tensed.

...What should he do now? He couldn't think of anything to say!

[princeangel]

It was obvious that Pit was flustered. Jeff noticed both the lack of a response as well as the tense state of other's body. Whether it was the blond's words or his movements that caused Pit to react this way, it didn't really matter. All that mattered was that the angel's reaction was...

Just as planned.

With a quick smirk, Jeff whispered, "What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?"

Not a moment later, he leaned back and started laughing. "Oh man!" he held his stomach, laughing so hard it started to hurt, "you should've seen your face! Aha ha ha! I can't believe you thought I was serious! Ha ha!"

[pitticus]

Pit blushed hard and retreated to his spot with a jerk, landing hard on his butt with his hands over his mouth. His wide-open eyes narrowed into near slits as he glared accusingly at Jeff's aggravating bursts of laughter, laughter directed at his own weird feelings. It was easy to snap back into reality now! His breathlessness transformed into repulsed anger.

"Hey!!" was all he could find to yell, ripping the hands off his mouth into fists. Once he let some steam blow off, he retorted, "Well, you should have seen YOUR face! You were as pink as a flower garden!"