i  ....  will  be  around  this  week  .  one  week  till  italy  &  rome  !!!  i’m  gonna  flip  !!!   if  anyone  is  interested  in  plotting  pls  let  me  know  .  

smol  headcanon  :  in  julian’s  human  verse  ,  his  grandfather  does  not  give  him  inheritance  .  that  means  he  pretty  much  stays  poor  ,  but  his  mother  does  what  she  can  .  he  helps  by  working  odd  jobs  outside  of  school  here  &  there  .  one  thing  to  keep  in  mind  is  that  they  try  to  save  in  every  aspect  possible  .  every  year  since  julian  was  in  fifth  grade  ,  he  has  brought  a  cheap  99c  notebook  to  school  at  the  end  of  the  year  in  place  of  an  expensive  yearbook  ,  he   had  his  friends  and  classmates  sign  that  instead  --  all  because  the  school  yearbook  was  always  too  pricey  .  

anyway  ,  i  am  gonna  try  to  get  my  ish  together  on  this  blog  .  however  ,  that  means  i’ll  probably  make  it  dash  only  for  a  while  since  being  a  perfectionist  and  fucking  with  my  theme  reallllllly  kills  my  muse  .  btw  ,  only  coming  back  for  potentially  soft  plots  ,  most  likely  human  verse  bc  julian  isn’t  very  soft  without   ken  in  his  regular  verse  ???  i’m  really  just  inspired  by  all  of  these  tatbilb  blogs  popping  up  .   i  love  lara  jean  covey  !!!   

OF  COURSE ,  BY  DAWN , HE  WAS  GONE . sleepless  as  the  night  was ,  his  body  had  refused  to  surrender  to  the  exhaustion ,  forgotten  it  as  the  clock  struck  past  4AM . quietly , he’d  removed  himself  from  julian’s  bunk  &  found  himself  jogging  in  repeated  laps  around  the  fields .  half  past  4AM , he’d  stopped , breath  strained  &  eyes  fixed  across  the  light - pierced  horizon .  his  chest  felt  as  if  it  would  concave  within  itself , —– &  oddly  enough , it  wasn’t  due  to  the  worn  cry  of  his  overworked  heart , but  the  recalled  memories  of  last  night .  the  silent  touch  of  hands ,  to  the  soft  spoken  goodnight .  &  the  promise  made  in  hushed  voice ,–- ill  be  right  here .  a  same  promise  made  years  ago , within  the  same  hours ,  the  same , crushed  space  of  the  bunk .  in  mute  thoughts , he  tugged  against  his  shirt  to  wipe  the  beaded  sweat  against  his  face .  the  birds  were  arriving , &  morning  was  only  beginning  to  lift  its  head  through  the  blurred  vision  ahead  of  him . ———————-   ❝  focus ,  this  is  jonah  you’re  going  against  today .  ❞  an  unfair  warning , one  could  say , but  it  was  a  quiet  clip  of  comment  thrown  towards  julian  as  the  boy  stood  against  a  tall , heavy - built  sparring  partner  bristling  in  front  of  him .   ❝ he’ll  snap  your  neck  in  half  if  he  gets  a  hold  of  you, but  the fucking  idiot’s  dull . slow  as  fuck . ❞  a  wink  of  a  grin  almost , &  with  a  heavy  pat  against  his  shoulder , he  removed  himself  away  in  observation . julian  didn’t  disappoint , — stood  over  jonah  within  the  first  ten  minutes  of  the  spar , glancing  back  towards  him  in  an  unreadable  gleam  in  shocking  blue  eyes . you  could  freeze  a  soul  with  that  stare ,  someone  had  told  him  once . you  &  your  fucking  cold  blue  eyes ,  you  look  like  you  live  off  of  hatred .  but  julian ,  there  was  something  other  within  those  colors ,  a  thing  so  alive ,  something  terribly  absent  within  damian’s  own .  it  leaves  him  in  another  pondering  bout  of  silence , before  he  turned  away  finally ,  counting  faint  numbers  in  his  head . one —- , five , six , seven ,—  seconds  it  took  for  the  unmistakable  pain  in  his  chest  to  subside  again . 

he  hadn’t  slept  much  after  damian  left  .  blue  rings  of  curiosity  and  confusion  traced the  cracks  in  the  wall  ,  watched  a  spider  make  a  web  &  feast  on  its  prey  (  how  both  insects  managed  to  get  inside  ,  he  didn’t  know  )  ,  his  legs  were  curled  up  close  to  his  body  while  his  hands  clutched  at  the  empty  space  next  to  him  ,  feeling  like  a  fool  who  had  been  tricked  or  deceived  in  some  romantic  tale  .  did  that  really  just  happen  ?  he  had  flipped  on  his  back   ,  stared  at  the  tiny  form  of  natural  light  peeking  in  just  at  the  ceiling  .  a  small  square  was  all  they  would  offer  of  the  sun  .  it  would  be  time  to   get  up  soon  ,  anyway  ,  and  with  tired  frustration  he  leapt  from  the  top  bunk  and  readied  himself  for  more  training  .  ---  jonah  .  big  jonah  .  scary  jonah  .  he  flattened  him  within  moments  ,  despite  his  lack  of  sleep  and  despite  his  distraction  (  in  the  form  of  a  male  with  steely  blue  eyes  and  dark  hair  )  ,  someone  who  had  been  at  his  side  all  night  and  now  looked  at  him  as  if  it  were  painful  --  or  as  if  he  couldn’t  stand  the  sight  of  him  .  what  is  your  deal  ? 

he didn’t quite have the strength to argue,    or put stress into denying care when it was given.     julian didn’t seem to be in a mood for it either,    so the stern expression he had abruptly equipped   ( at the mention of medical attention being necessary for his injury )   quickly dissipated into something more relaxed and defeated,    handing out his affirmation with a quiet huff of a breath.    ❛❛       i will,    love.       ❜❜     it was a quiet promise,    brought out by the flustered feeling in his chest at all the affection and concern that was being offered to him.    watching julian’s determined features,   he realised he meant every word of it and would do anything he asked at any time.   a brief paused ensued,    before he found his voice again.     ❛❛       thank you.       ❜❜       it brought a flush of pink to his nose and cheeks,   forcing his stare away simply because of the shyness that surprised him for no apparent reason.   it was enough of a distraction that when he tried to eat,   he managed to keep it in his stomach.   one slice proved enough before he pushed himself away from the little box and carefully picked himself off the bed.    he traced his steps to the bathroom to brush his teeth and julian followed soon after.    the lights were switched off no sooner and they were huddled in bed,   tired and impatient for rest.    he felt julian’s arms circle around his torso,   mindful of his wound,    and his nose brush against the crown of kenneth’s hair.   as he felt sleep wearing him down,   he pressed his nose into the cotton of julian’s shirt where he could find his all too familiar scent,    a reminder that he was safe.           to his disarray,    that safety and security didn’t carry much into his dreams.    he eventually woke,   startled and still,   having imagined hekate’s wrath as it sought him out.   but his room was dark and empty,   save for his boyfriend who slept soundlessly beside him.     with some effort he managed to crane himself towards the boy,   wiping the sweat away from the back of his neck and tucking himself under the blankets more,    as if that could make the chills go away.   quietly he looked to julian,   even when it was difficult to make out his face in the dark,    and pressed his hand up to the boy’s cheek and then his hair.    he kissed his nose,   then his cheek,   before wrapping his arms around him and holding him close to his own chest.    i love you,   but he whispered it in german.   brushing his fingers repeatedly through julian’s hair,   he found he couldn’t sleep without leaving a kiss to his head as well.    like this,   he thought he could protect him forever.

swathed  in  the  scent  of  their  fabric  softener  &  ken’s  summer  skin  ,  he  could  only  feel  one  thing  again  and  again  -  home  ,  home  ,  home  .  it  pulsed  like  his  heart  ,  thrumming  in  his  chest  at  a  steady  beat  ,  soft  tresses  of  his  lover’s  hair  pressed  against  his  cheek  .  he  closed  is  eyes  and  allowed  sleep  to  take  him  ,  to  introduce  him  to  bantam  dreams  and  untroubled  rest  --  this  would  not  last  long  ,  as  the  relief  of  being  in  this  room  would  wear  off  in  time  &  the  memories  from  the  quest  would  remain  to  terrorize  .  and  it  seemed  they  would  not  even  allow  the  son  of  apollo  one  night  of  full  sleep  ,  even  when  the  parcae  seemed  to  be  quiet  and  the  world  was  dark  ,  ken  found  panic  stirring  in  his  chest  .  julian  felt  the  shift  ,  his  eyes  remaining  closed  and  breathing  still  slow  as  the  rising  of  the  sun  .  he  was  half  dreaming  ,  half  awake  ,  melting  under  the  gentle  touch  of  his  companion’s  hand  on  his  face  ,  in  his  hair  .  he  felt  the  gentle  curve  of  his  mouth  as  well  ,  the  feeling  of  protection  in  his  arms  and  the  quiet  ,  foreign  words  spoken  familiar  regardless  of  the  secrecy  they  seemed  to  hold  .  it  was  no  secret  .  he  did  not  open  his  eyes   ,  only  moved  closer  to  the  other  before  tangling  their  limbs  on  instinct  .     ----   when  morning  came  ,  julian  was  intent  on  making  them  breakfast  .  eggs  he  wouldn’t  burn  ,  toast  he  would  spread  with  jam  .  tea  ,  the  exact  way  ken  liked  it  .  he  was  still  healing  ,  so  julian  and  nearly  demanded  the  sun  swathed  boy  stay  in  bed  while  he  shuffled  about  the  kitchen  .  effie  mewled  at  his  feet  ,  pacing  through  his  legs  like  they  were  an  obstacle  course  .  noya  was  perched  on  the  back  of  the  couch  ,  and  while  julian  waited  for  the  toast  to  warm  ,  he  noticed  her  angry  stare  glaring  at  him  from  halfway  behind  the  wall  .   it  seemed  as  if  she  might  say  “  even  i  don’t  want  to  eat  that  ,  you  horrible  human  ”    because  her  nose  was  turned  up  and  her  tail  was  flicking  annoyingly  behind  her  ,  twitching  this  way  and  that  .  julian  gave  her  the  finger  ,  then  proceeded  to  glide  back  toward  the  room  with  a  full  plate  and  a  steaming  tea  cup  for  ken  .    

                             updated  my  thread  tracker  so  i  know  which  threads  i  need  to  reply  to  !!   also  ,  thank  you  to  everyone  being  so  patient  with  me  ,  and  of  course  no  one  is  obligated  to  retain  their  muse  for  our  threads  at  all  --  i’ve  been  horribly  busy  &  it’s  bitter  sweet  bc  i’m  enjoying  time  with  family  but  i  also  really  miss  being  here  !!   

it’s  a  headcanon  that  julian’s  singing  voice  claim  is  jake  peralta  from  b99  screaming  .  

it’s a bit ridiculous how loud those words immediately feel to him,   that they manage to turn the mechanics of his chest from their sleep-deprived stillness.    immediately he grumbles,   closing his eyes in an attempt to push julian away with futile effort.       ❛❛       stop that.        ❜❜     instead,    julian sidles his way closer until their noses pressed together,    soft and sweet and more than gentle.   it calmed him,   that small tough alone,   and made the knot of his tense expression switch into something tender once more.    it dawns on him that he had refused himself rest since his fight with mars:    he had been running on little sleep,   if at all,   with little food.    he had been more concerned with keeping his guard attentive and alarmed so he could protect julian,    even at the cost of his own rest.    now that they were home,    barred from any dangers whatsoever,   he could feel himself unwind.   it was another irritating reminder that he was in a long term relationship that was safe,    that he was in a commitment that meant something,    and that he now shared a home that wasn’t complete without this other person.    the parts of his mind that had fallen asleep in those few,   intimate seconds were shaken awake by the kiss that was pressed quickly to his lips.    he wanted to reach out and drag julian back to his side,    but found he couldn’t.   regardless,   his boyfriend came back minutes after with food    -    the smell of which was lovely,    but put a fight up with kenneth’s appetite.    you don’t eat when you’re upset,   morta said.   it fuelled him with enough spite that he tried to sit up to prove her wrong,   only to flinch,   his hand automatically reaching for his torso.       ❛❛       no.    i can eat.       ❜❜      it shouldn’t have taken this much effort to sit up,   cross legged and dark eyed,   looking to the food as if it were sandpaper.      ❛❛       don’t …   wait.    it’s late,    you should eat.       ❜❜ 

ken  appeared  to  be  on  the  cusp  of  sleep  ,  tilting  over  like  a  child  would  on  his  first  bicycle  ride  .  right  now  ,  he  was  up  ,  and  it  was  obvious  that  the  space  on  his  torso  where  julian’s  spear  had  been  thrust  was  in  pain  .  a  deep  frown  settles  upon  julian’s  mouth  ,  brows  furrowed  as  he  padded  quickly  toward  the  bed  .  they’d  just  eat  here  --  it  was  likely  they  would  eat  breakfast  there  as  well  ,  anyway  .  he  dished  out  napkins  to  keep  things  tidy  ,  opening  the  box  on  the  large  window  ledge  and  letting  it  balance  there  before  he  began  to  eat  .      ❛❛       when  we  go  back  to  camp  ,  someone  should  look  at  that  ,        ❜❜   he  gestures  towards  ken’s  torso  with  soft  concern  ,  wincing  mildly  after  chewing  and  swallowing  .  the  melted  cheese  and  sauce  was  delicious  ,  but  the  savory  flavor  seemed  to  turn  to  ash  when  he  thought  about  the  pain  ken  was  in  .     ❛❛       i  can  get  you  more  pillows  .  just  wake  me  up  if  you  do  ,  i’ll  get  you  whatever  you  need  .  make  breakfast  too  .       ❜❜   his  cadence  is  slow  ,  due  to  his  own  fatigue  --  but  it  isn’t  nearly  as  bad  as  ken’s  .  he’s  halfway  done  with  another  slice  before  his  knee  brushes  the  other’s  ,  his  own  criss  cross  position  beginning  to  slouch  .  he  doesn’t  move  or  break  contact  .  he  looks  at  him  as  if  daring  him  to  protest  ,  solid  cerulean  gaze  serious  and  almost  threatening  .  don’t  deny  my  care  .  he  wouldn’t  let  it  happen  anyway  .  and  besides  ,  if  ken  protested  it  seemed  that  julian  might  cave  in  on  himself  .  he  needed  to  do  this  .  to  be  there  for  ken  meant  the  world  after  what  they  had  been  through  .  

though he tried to toughen up the minute julian walked into the room,   he probably didn’t look very threatening destroyed over the bed with a kitten splayed over his neck.     a noise left him when a kiss was dropped against his forehead and then his cheekbone,   something torn between a grunt and a whine,   he couldn’t quite tell,   not with the fatigue that flooded him.    he found he could hardly get a word out before julian was quickly off to take his shower.   when the boy disappeared,   kenneth felt his head automatically collapse against the mattress once more.   old habits die hard,    nona whispered.     only weak when you’re alone.    it frustrated him,   because even as he moved his neck to hiss back a reply,   he found he couldn’t.   an anchor weighed him to the bed,   made his eyelids droop,   and his consciousness waver between reality and something blurry and incomprehensible.    though nothing could make him fess up about it,    he was in pain.    every part of him had gone numb with anguish.    the lacerations the god of war had left over his body burned,   and burned,   and burned.    helpless,    he squeezed his eyes shut,    open palm abandoned over the bed where effie had been a moment ago.    the little kitten by his bed began crying,   her voice high pitched and restless.    silently,    he prayed to the gods,    to the fates;    make her stop.     it’s funny how time works.    julian must have taken a total of ten minutes to shower,   and yet,   it felt as if days had gone by since he had last seen his lover.   a spike of alarm shot through him as hands reached for his hair,   but to his relief he opened his eyes to the sight of julian leaning over him.    his lover tucked himself to his side and watched him with the same curiosity he use to look at him with when they first met.    that nearly made him smile,   too.      of course,   he knew julian too well,   too.    knew what he must have been wondering.       ❛❛       for once,      ❜❜     he started,     carefully and lethargically dragging his shaky hand over the boy’s cheek.      ❛❛       i’m not really thinking of anything.        ❜❜      it wasn’t a complete lie.    half of his mind was a blank slate,   and the other half?    rife with relief,    when he looked at julian   ( safe,   alive,    well ) ,    over his decision to step in front of mars’ blade.    i’d do it again to save you.

the  softest  smile  responds  to  his  words  .  he  seemed  tired  enough  to  have  nothing  on  the  brain  ,  which  meant  the  parcae  were  likely  on  mute  .  if  only  .  shaking  fingertips  trace  his  cheek  bone  ,  the  warmth  of  them  a  little  pale  in  comparison  to  how  heated  ken’s  touch  usually  feels  .  he  needs  rest  .  it  was  the  first  time  since  their  quest  where  ken  had  unraveled  ,  let  himself  lay  shattered  on  the  bed  without  his  guard  up  --  no  facades  to  cover  the  pain  ,  the  trauma  .  he  was  laying  with  it  like  he  lay  with  his  lover  ,  burdened  by  the  scar  at  his  side  and  the  fatigue  in  his  bones  .  and  julian  ?  he  was  sore  ,  tired  --  had  fought  off  a  giant  and  halved  his  soul  .  but  ken  had  let  him  rest  more  ,  &   there  was  no  way  around  his  stubborn  nature  to  let  it  be  the  other  way  around  .   he  realized  he  hadn’t  spoken  in  a  few  minutes    .    ❛❛       i  love  you  ,       ❜❜     the  words  spill  out  with  ease  ,  and  he’s  sidling  up  closer  to  ken  in  order  to  press  his  nose  against  the  other’s  .  he  smells  of  mint  ,  sunlight  &  shampoo  .  nothing  like  grief  and  blood  ,  war  and  carnage  .  (  though  it  will  take  a  while  for  both  of  them  to  wash  those  things  from  their  hair  )  .  the  door  bell  rang  ,  then  .  julian  pressed  a  slow  kiss  to  ken’s  mouth  and  eased  himself  from  the  bed  once  again  ,  gathering  the  box  from  the  door  and  locking  it  behind  him  .  he  brings  the  box  with  him  to  the  door  of  their  room  ,  standing  under  the  frame  as  the  aroma  of  the  pizza  fills  their  apartment  .      ❛❛       will  you  eat  ?  i’ll  feed  you  if  i  have  to  .      ❜❜

three stones and a dozen near death experiences later,   and they were finally home.   morta’s voice at last amiss and peacefully away,   now that she had the security of her spirit-infested dress back and hekate had been suspended,   however brief it would be.   the apartment he called home was perhaps the only place on the planet where he could willingly let his guard down and allow for the slump of his shoulders as he locked the main door behind him.   the familiar sounds of his felines rushing for him eased the tight knots that made up his chest,   and for a minute made breathing feel more rewarding than ever.   to this day,   ever since the encounter with mars,   he hadn’t fully let himself absorb the gravity of his second clash with the god of war and the effects of what the fight had done to him.   not mentally,   not physically.    for the time being,   he wanted to continue pushing it aside in favour of holding the little kitten up in his arms,   kissing the fur over her neck as he dropped his backpack alongside julian’s and slowly moved himself towards their bedroom.    julian asked back for delivery,   so kenneth hummed his affirmation.   for the longest minute,   he delayed putting the cat away as he stood by the bathroom door,   wanting nothing more than to play with her claws and nose.   however,   he craved a shower just the same.   when he walked out in clean clothes,   clad in a shirt that probably belonged to julian,   he moved over towards the bed.   dropping over on his back from exhaustion,   effie jumped over his chest and mewled to her death.   carefully,  with his fingers,   he tubbed over her tummy.   the cat jumped away startled when he flinched,    his hand dropping down over his torso where …       ❛❛       ouff-fuck.       ❜❜      he glanced up at the door.    it was open just enough that he could make out the black curls of julian reid,   and the collar of his dark shirt.    when he pressed his hand over the closed by throbbing wound criss-crossing over his abdomen,   memories raced through his head in hot flashes;   the ground,   the moss,   the tip of reditus,   the dirt over mars’ neck ….     he forced his eyes to close,   but that proved more threatening.   he snapped them awake,   discomfort leaving his body numb.    suddenly,   calling out to julian felt like too much effort.   his voice died somewhere in his throat,   the tiny feline pawing his chin in confusion.

the  order  was  placed  quickly  ,  credit  card  number  given  and  tip  already  issued  so  he  didn’t  have  to  fish  out  cash  when  the  delivery  person  showed  up  at  their  door  .  he  heard  the  shower  start  ,  which  reminded  him  he  needed  to  clean  up  as  well  --  but  he  would  need  to  wait  until  his  lover  was  finished  .  he  closed  his  eyes  as  he  waited  for  ken  to  exit  the  bathroom  ,  only  opening  them  upon  hearing  ken  enter  the  room  again  .  slowly  rising  from  the  couch  ,  he  paced  toward  their  room  and  was  immediately  greeted  with  a  gentle  pang  of  pain  in  his  chest  --  a  reminder  that  ken  was  uncomfortable  in  his  wounded  state  .  exhaustion  was  all  over  his  favorite  features  .     ❛❛       up  ,  effie  .     ❜❜   not  that  she  would  listen  or  understand  .  he  peeled  the  kitten  away  from  ken  ,  setting  her  on  the  ground  much  to  her  dismay  .  kneeling  next  to  the  bed  ,  his  fingers  reach  for  ken’s  hair  ,  now  clean  and  still  damp  from  the  shower  .     ❛❛      i’m  too  smelly  to  lay  in  this  bed  .       ❜❜   the  smallest  of  smiles  graces  his  mouth  ,  a  hint  of  sadness  present  because  he  can’t  ignore  the  experiences  they  had  endured  ,  how  it  had  affected  them  (  how  it  had  left  ken  )   .    ❛❛      i’ll  be  quick  ,  love  .      ❜❜   he  wasn’t  sure  they’d  make  it  to  the  door  when  the  pizza  came  ,  but  he  pressed  the  softest  of  kisses  to  ken’s  forehead  ,  then  under  his  eye  on  the  highest  part  of  his  cheek  bone  .  it  pained  him  to  even  leave  him  for  this  ,  but  he  was  standing  and  entering  the  bathroom  with  haste  .  soap  was  everywhere  .  he  was  scrubbing  himself  down  ,  causing  a  huge  mass  of  bubbles  to  overtake  the  top  of  his  head  before  he  rinsed  it  all  off  .  a  bit  of  soap  even  managed  to  invade  his  eyes  ,  which  made  them  rim  with  red  .  once  out  he  re-entered  the  room  in  a  towel  ,  quickly  slipping  on  sweats  and  nothing  else  .  the  towel  was  hung  on  a  hook  on  the  back  of  their  door  and  with  still  wet  hair  ,  smelling  a  whole  lot  better  ,  he  eased  himself  next  to  his  companion  .  he  was  quiet  for  a  while  ,  regarding  ken  in  a  silence  that  could  only  mean  he  was  carefully  observing  ,  attempting  to  figure  out  what  could  possibly  be  going  on  in  his  head  .  

ending  up  in  the  wrong  place  at  the  wrong  time ,    bearing  witness  to  scenes  he  is  certain  are  not  meant  for  him  to  see ,    seems  to  have  become  an  unfortunate  habit  of  his .    not  that  guilt  deters  him  from  watching  silently  on  the  sidelines ,    curiosity  a  flaw  he  is  unable  to  shake .    only  when  their  gaze  meets  does  he  finally  divert  his  attention  to  the  ground ,    slight  shade  of  pink  spreading  across  his  cheeks .    still ,    it’s  too  late  for  embarrassment  and  he’s  too  high  to  care  all  that  much .    might  as  well  just  suck  it  up  and  satisfy  his  persistent  interest ,    even  though  every  survival  instinct  tells  him  not  to  talk  to  strangers    —    especially  in  places  he  most  definitely  should  not  be  in .    but ,    against  his  better  judgement ,    he  finds  himself  walking  towards  the  stranger .    it  only  starts  to  feel  like  a  bad  idea  once  he  gets  closer ,    intimidation  setting  in  as  his  gaze  reconnects  with  sharp  blue  eyes ,    the  other  male  looming  tall  above  him .    no  turning  back  now .     ❝    what’d  you  do  to  piss  them  off  so  much ?    ❞

❝     huh  ?  oh  ,  just  put  the  audio  of  pulp  fiction  over  the  world  war  two   documentary  we  were  watching  in  class  .      ❞       he  shrugs  like   it’s  no  big  deal    ,  pushing  his  sleeves  up  on  his  arms  and  examines  the  other  more  thoroughly   .   definitely  thinner  than  a  cherub  ,  more  like  a  ...  zombie  ,  or  something  .   ❝     you  go  here  ?   ❞     he  asks  ,  inflection  curious  .  he  already  feels  tempted  to  ask  the  guy  if  he  wants  to  grab  lunch  ,  because  he  looks  hungry   .   tired  ,  too   --   or  maybe  that  is  just  an  inappropriate  assumption  on  his  part  .  regardless  his  friends  were  going  to  be  finishing  the  rest  of  their  day  at  school  ,  and  he  felt  a  thousand  percent  done  with  this  day  .  he  wouldn’t  tolerate  another  second  of  lectures  ,  so  instead  ...  he  was  here  ,  speaking  to  a  nameless  male  .  his  hands  find  his  pockets   ,  tooth  pick  flipping  around  with  a  swift  movement  of  his  tongue  .