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aladar // 8teen i'm hot ; ; like the prodigal sun.

[lulubell-e-blog]

“I’m somewhat pathetically relieved then,” she smiled—a gentle laugh escaping her. “Of course, I wouldn’t breathe a word of it to another soul.” Grateful of the sun-kissed warmth that spread across her shoulder, she stretched legs out; toes pointing to an angle which only a ballet student could achieve without pain. “Lulubelle Duncan. Although, I’m sure you’ll manage to contract that into something shorter.”

[a-ladar-blog]

“Hey, that’s alright.” He smiled back, his laugh matching hers. “You’re a kind, kind soul.” He rolled his neck to each side, stretching from the awful night’s sleep he’d had on the lawn. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Lulubelle Duncan. I don’t see why I’d have to contract that, it’s not a mouthful at all, in comparison.”

[lulubell-e-blog]

“Why, you sound too much like too many of my friends. If I didn’t know any better, I might begin to believe that an array of students were congregating behind my back to trade creative ways to tell me to lighten up.” She considered the meaning behind his requested action—taking a seat beside this strange would result in a commitment to a conversation. A conversation which may even be too deep for the likes of Lulubelle, who was still yet to consume a breakfast and coffee. “And here I am, tempted to believe it is the latter,” she smirked, as she settled on ignoring her well-opinionated voice of reason, and sit down. She crossed her legs, and pushed a strand of hair out of her face. “Is this the part where I’m supposed to introduce myself?”

[a-ladar-blog]

“Honestly, in this moment, I wouldn’t know you from a bar of soap, so I can’t say I’m a part of this secret club.” Aladar’s eyebrow quirked up, practically begging her to take a seat as the hangover began to hit him. “Oh God, please don’t.” He laughed, leaning back, arms holding his weight up. “More or less, yes -- I’m Aladar De Doito. Your turn.”

[lulubell-e-blog]

“You say it like I can’t have both. As though I should be choosing between ‘point one’ and ‘point two’.” She shook her head—eyeing him once more. “It’s not even nine yet,” she noted with a glance at her watch. “How are you even sober enough to manage a coherent string of words?”

[a-ladar-blog]

“Of course you can have both, I just find you should focus on either point one or point two in order to relieve stress, or make more--.. it’s all dependent on the individual.” He laughed, shrugging before sitting on the grass, patting the spot next to him. “My friends, before I moved here, told me I had a high tolerance for alcohol--... either that, or I’m still slightly drunk and talking out of my ass, but I would much rather the reason be the former, instead o the latter.”

[lulubell-e-blog]

By arching her eyebrow, and somewhat pursing her lips, Lulubelle attempted to hide her smile from the stranger; attempted. “I suppose I know a little about that,” she mused. “Silly memories might be a stretch. I would argue that my very existence still has some meaning, despite being based upon a strict foundation of never-ending work.”

[a-ladar-blog]

“Everyone does,” he smiled back--.. seeing the concentration in her face to handle her own smile. “Of course, everyone’s existence has meaning; but, do you really want it to be entirely of never-ending work, or would you rather a large itinerary of memories which make you laugh?”

[lulubell-e-blog]

She watched him with something that was a combination of judgement, amusement and slight concern—undeniably, something of a strange mix. “I won’t lie. I am tempted to scoff at you; but who am I to judge a youngster for his inability to hold his liquor?” Taking a step backwards, she intentionally gave the boy some space—only all too concerned that some of the said ingested alcohol would manage to make its way back up again. “Apparently so.”

[a-ladar-blog]

He let out another soft laugh before running a hand through his mess of hair. “I can handle my liquor, usually, but there are times where you just let loose--.. y’know?” He shrugged, arranging his clothes from their disarray. “Oh well, life’s meaningless if it isn’t filled with silly memories, right?”

[lulubell-e-blog]

A brief grin flickered across her face, as she looked down on him. “I must say, I’m tempted to ask what led to such a predicament—yet, I feel like this may not be the time to propose such a ‘hard-hitting’ question.” Despite her subtle snark, Lulubelle offered her hand out to the boy. “Anything broken? Should I be calling the school nurse? Or better even, an ambulance?”  

[a-ladar-blog]

Aladar let out a soft chuckle as he took the girl’s hand. “No, no ambulance ---..I think I fell over here drunk.” He stood up with her help, dusting himself off. “See, this house here is my mate’s parents house ---.. and I stumbled out of here last night with the intention of heading home.” He shook his head. “Didn’t make it too far, it seems.”

[a-ladar-blog]

“Can you help me up, please?”

[runningwith--scissors]

“That sounds so good, yes, I want it.” Isis pulled herself on top of him. 

[a-ladar-blog]

“Okay, awesome.” His hands found her waist, pulling her closer.

[runningwith--scissors]

“Exactly, this isn’t my first rodeo.” Isis laughed for a moment before agreeing. “Great, I’m starved.” 

[a-ladar-blog]

“Neither,” Aladar smiled, the vibration of her laugh resonating through him. “Same here, could really go for pepperoni.”

[runningwith--scissors]

“Do you really want to sit here and make this mean something or just do it? I mean you’re totally great and we can go get some pizza after but…”

[a-ladar-blog]

“Fuck no, let’s just do it. It’s called a joke----... but yeah, let’s get pizza afterwards.”

[runningwith--scissors]

“You’re making this thing real complicated.” Isis rolled her eyes at him before moving against him. “Just shut up and kiss me.”

[a-ladar-blog]

“You’re certainly not one to take things slow.”

[runningwith--scissors]

Isis laughed and shook her head at him. “Not at all what I meant, stud.”

[a-ladar-blog]

“Oh, alright, okay.” Aladar smirked, laughing lightly.

[runningwith--scissors]

“How about you step off?”

[a-ladar-blog]

“I’m already sitting though.”

[runningwith--scissors]

“Man, I’m so ninja you have no idea. I’m like all over the place but you ain’t see me once. You never know when I’m coming or going.”

[a-ladar-blog]

“Damn, that’s some dank ninja moves you’ve got there.”

[runningwith--scissors]

Isis raised an eyebrow in challenge. “Anytime. I’m always ready, I’m basically a ninja.”

[a-ladar-blog]

“Are you just? So you could be making swift jabs at me here and there and I wouldn’t know because you’re such a ninja?”

[runningwith--scissors]

“I could totally take you.” Isis straightened her back. “No problem.”

[a-ladar-blog]

“Oh really?” Crossing him arms, he smiled. “I’d like to see this one day.”

[runningwith--scissors]

Isis almost let herself smile but instead just nodded as if she was much tougher than she was. “Yeah, you better, I was about to take you down.”

[a-ladar-blog]

Raising an eyebrow, he laughed. “Oh, I’m sure you were.”