no c*ssing or i will tell god

16/m/cooler than u

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YOU HEARD IT. KING OF GAY C(OCK)HICKEN

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[Jeeze did it upset him that bad? If Bren didn’t have such a big ego, he would probably be offended.]

Wah— ! Dude, chill out! It’s just a dumb game… [He doesn’t make any moves to comfort Damion in any way though, after all… they just. Kissed. On the mouth. Not even in a joking way it was like. It was real man. Brendan swallows and wipes off his mouth again, frowning.] I mean… kissin’ me isn’t that bad, right! Haha…. [HAHA… YES. kissing people works out very well for Brendan whether he likes them romantically or not. A+ job here Brendan.]

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[Unable to come up with a real answer, Damion just lets an anguished sort of groan spill out of him. Kissing games are a bad thing, he feels as if he should already fucking know that, but it's just different when Brendan rubs it in his face-- chicken, chicken, I knew you'd lose.

He runs his hands over his face.]

Man, I doubt you wanna hear it, but it's not you, it's me! [Scratching at his hairline with stress, the blond sighs.] Don't take it personal, haha, I mean, 'm not like-- y'know, May, or whatever! I'm just!

[He presses his lips together into a line and looks outwardly, eyes distressed for a short while and then he speaks, panicked, as if Brendan wouldn't realise his point unless he repeated it for emphasis.]

That was homo! That WAS homo!

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YOU HEARD IT. KING OF GAY C(OCK)HICKEN

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[Brendan snorts. Dame’s totally losin’ it.] Not a chance!!!

[But he has to admit — he’s surprised. Dame usually backs down by now, they’re never made it so far that their noses touch. Even Brendan slows down a bit, but he doesn’t stop until — fuck.

Their lips are touching. They’re actually kissing now, like their lips are actually totally touching because Brendan didn’t even realize it until it was too late and he jerks back, his eyes wide. He wipes of his lips with the back of his hand.]

I… uh. I guess you win, haha!

[How can you make this not totally gay.]

N…o… homo???????????????????

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[Damion actually can feel his eyes welling up with tears. He wishes he had lost again; HE IS VERY DISTRESSED!! Slapping his hands over his face, he falls back onto Brendan's bed.]

THIS IS A DUMB GAME!! WHO INVENTED THAT GAME?! [He rolls onto his side and curls up. His words come out muffled.] EVERYTHIN' IS TERIBBRLE, BREN,m

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YOU HEARD IT. KING OF GAY C(OCK)HICKEN

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[Brendan smirks. He’s got Dame wrapped around his finger in this game, and he keeps his eyes closed, because he knows it’ll freak him out even more — and he doesn’t stop moving closer. Until he feels spit being sprayed on him.]

Uck, Dame! [His eyes jolt open, and he’s suddenly a lot closer than he remembers to the blond. He uses his hand to wipe off the spit, and his fingers just brush up against Damion’s lips. They’re really close.]

You ready to quit, huh, Dame?

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No WAY! [It comes out strong at first, but Damion opens his eyes in the middle of WAY, and it comes out more like WAyeEYy.] YOU QUIT! I'm GONNA WIN!

[His voice cracks. He is feeling weak. He wants to push Brendan away or maybe just hightail it out of there, but-- god dammit. Making an ugly face, Damion stares down the bridge of his nose at Brendan and blows out air into his face. He licks his lips and sets his jaw. Their noses touch.]

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[rolls eyes] I don’t have the faintest idea of what you could mean.

haha !

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YOU HEARD IT. KING OF GAY C(OCK)HICKEN

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[Damion doesn’t even seem to be breathing at this point. Brendan smiles a bit — he’s got this in the bag. Dame never even stood a chance.]

Cheating??!? Are you kiddin’ me Dame! [He rolls his eyes. They are getting dangerously close, but Brendan’s good. He’s cool calm and collected. Mr. Cool. The King of Gay Chicken.] Would you rather me… [here, he closes his eyes as if they were really about to kiss.] Do this? [He leans in a bit further, they’re roughly 3/4 of an inch apart now.]

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[Damion just about pisses himself and makes a wimpy 'eep' noise-- wincing back out of pure reflex. Somehow, his hand finds its way to clutch around his cross, as if the Lord will give him strength to win this game. Or at least maintain his pride.

Luckily, he hasn't gone far back enough that it can be considered a forfeit, but his shoulders are up to his ears.

He makes to exhale, maybe to calm himself down, but he's so flustered he ends up spraying spit in Brendan's face, ears and nose flushing red as his eyes squeeze shut.]

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What do you want.

Huh? Shouldn't I be the one asking what you want?

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LIUNVUC

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""""the new ritchie""""" huh

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[Never once does the thought “this is so fucking gay” cross Brendan’s mind. I do not know what I’m gonna do with him. He also brings up his legs and crosses them criss cross applesauce. He rests his hands on his thighs and huffs out a harsh breath through his nose.

He gives a nod, a look of tenacious desire to win written all over his face. He’s got this. He’s gonna win this no matter how much practicing Dame has done.

On the count of three, he starts moving in, his eyes locked on Damion’s, a bit of a smirk apparent in them.]

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[Damion pretty much starts to lose his nerve right away. He presses his lips tightly together and leans in as slowly as possible, practically stopping his breath and trying to look at something on Brendan's face that is somehow still not Brendan's face.

Like his nostril, or the space between his eyebrows, that sort of works.]

Quit lookin' at me like that! That's gotta be cheating! [He huffs and gradually they make it to an inch. This is where the game Really Begins.]

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""""the new ritchie""""" huh

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[Brendan is truly a gay chicken champion. He will go as far as he needs to go — really, Brendan is about as gay as you can be without being a real homosexual.

So that’s why Damion always pulls back first (though Brendan may have the sneaking suspicion that the guy is a bit of a homophobe, but that’s a different rp for a different time). Because Brendan rocks at this game.]

Hah, yeah right, Dame. [Brendan puffs out his chest a bit, lookin’ very manly. Very cool, very hip, very—] Then park it right here! [He points a finger down next to him.] Because it is sooo on!

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[Dame parks it RIGHT FUCKING THERE. HE IS READY TO WIN THIS. HIS MIND IS AN IMPENETRABLE FORTRESS. HE IS CONFIDENT IN HIS SEXUALITY. He pulls up his legs onto the bed and sits indian style, hunching forward to his challenger.

He closes his eyes and takes in a deep breath.]

ALRIGHT! ONE... TWO.... [His eyes open, fierCE WITH THE DESIRE TO WIN AND NOTHING MORE.] THREE.

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""""the new ritchie""""" huh

[well, since everyone is expecting something like this, it would be a shame not to deliver. damion and brendan have grown close enough since their first meeting-- brendan not being terribly afraid to hang out with the blond, being that he honestly didn't have many friends beforehand.

and damion? well, he always has time for everything, it would seem.

various games of gay chicken with brendan included. because apparently that's a thing that is socially acceptable to do in private that implies absolutely nothing at all. just a fun game.

damion has always been the chicken, drawing back usually before he can even feel brendan's breath on him, and it's really starting to hit a sore spot for the blond. he doesn't take kindly to losing.]

alright, bb! i've been practicing, so there's no way you're gonna win this time!

[he strides into brendan's dorm with flared nostrils and a shining pride about himself. how the hell does someone practice for gay chicken?]

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School life here seemed to be just as boring as it was back home! Well, the hanging out bit anyway. Lucas tried to make the best of it by keeping occupied with baking and sharing his treats with his classmates but it wasn’t the same as actually hanging out with someone, huh?

“Oh…hm, I suppose.” He didn’t want to pry into Damion’s situation, even though he felt a bit guilty for bringing it up in the first place. “S-sorry. People these days. Things just don’t go the way you want them to.”

At the mention of clubs his face lit up again and he pulled out a small slip of paper. “I want to do cooking! I’m probably going to spend a lot of my time in the cooking class so I’ll join the club too…oh, and the gardening one! Oh, oh! And the PETP one! That’s all I’ve got. Nothing too exciting. On top of all that, I’m thinking about doing swimming for a sport. I just hope I hold my own, hehe.” 

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Damion scoffs and turns up his nose like a twelve year old. "Yeah, tell me about it!"

His arms tilt up and tot he side, as if he thinks it'll effect the in game inertia of his kart. He's actually doing pretty good, battling for first with Bowser-- the course music plays loudly and his thumb is white from pressing down on the trigger.

"Whoa?" He doesn't look away from the screen, but sounds surprised. "You're in a ton of clubs! Uhhh-- I think i know a few people in PETP, like there's this girl, Yellow, I think? She's pretty cute."

A slightly mischievous grin pushes up on the corners of his lips as he passes the last lap of the game and silently holds both his arms up in victory, seeming to bask in some sort of glory in winning against a computer generated program.

"I mean, I guess if you're lookin' for someone to date, yeah? She's blonde, and real small..."

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“Yeah! All yours, help yourself.” He makes sure the other confections are safely in his grasp, laughing at the comment after. “Nah, Mom got me a bunch for my trip and to last the first month without getting homemade Hearthome until I visit in the spring. She really knows how to make me less homesick, that’s for sure.” 

Lucas becomes a little embarrassed being allowed into someone else’s dorm. The layout, the smell, and all the little things that made it seem like Damion’s and his roommates’ room was so personal. He felt a little hesitant sitting beside the blonde, but nevertheless excited.

“So how’s life on campus? Is there a lot of stuff to do? How about your science and PE department? This place seems like so much fun…but to be honest, I’m actually a little nervous.” The boy smiles shyly, knowing he talked too much for his own good. “Sorry. I should let you eat first before you talk! My bad.” 

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Whoa, that's a lot of questions all at once. Damion shoves the rest of the horribly sugar saturated cakesnack down his throat and wipes his fingers off on his leg before grabbing the controller of his Nintendo again.

"Ummm," the blond swallows thickly. "Pretty boring, actually! Everyone's always just doin' homework, n' the only people who throw parties, well--"

A frown is worn on the taller boy's face for a fleeting moment. "They don't really like me, y'know?" He flashes a self deprecating grin at Lucas before a blip is heard on screen and the game resumes.

"Bah, who needs 'em!" And then he's suddenly more petulant than anything, licking the font of his teeth and exhaling through his nose. "I don't have time for jealous jerkwads anyway..." The last bit is a mutter.

"Anyway! I guess it's more like, uhhh... what you're signed up for! What're you doin' for clubs?"

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“A-5? I’ll remember, thanks!” He waves the other off and quickly goes to the boys’ dorm, setting his stuff into his room and headed off towards the administration office. 

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After getting all his paperwork finalized, talking with various teachers, advisors, and coaches, Lucas had set in completely! All in a days work. He gathered up some signature Hearthome snacks and headed down towards A-5 where he hoped the blonde would be after all that practice.

“Hello?” Lucas calls out, knocking politely. “Uhm, Damion…? I brought us some snacks to snack on! Do you like cake rolls?” 

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Lucas is a really strangely pleasant person. Not to say Damion doesn't like it-- it's just not often he finds someone more amiable than himself. He's suffered at the hand of more than one joke at the expense of a compliment or two to a friend, naturally taking it with a laugh.

"Coming!"

But it seems like Lucas doesn't really think about things like that. It makes Damion feel... (doki) good, he guesses? Who cares, the kid brought free food. The blond pauses his game of Mariokart and staggers up off the floor, his calves having fallen asleep--

"Woah!" His bright orange eyes light up at the sight of the heap of packaged confections in Lucas' arms. "Can I seriously have some of these?!" Grinning broadly, Damion snags a twinkie from the edge of Lucas' elbow and swings the door all the way open, stepping to the side.

"Man, you really know the way to a guy's heart!" He laughs wholeheartedly, kicking the door shut with a slam and ripping off the clear plastic. "Didja buy all of these just now?!" His mouth is already full with half of the cream and cake. He chews with his maw open plopping down on the floor, leaning up against the bottom of his bunk bed.

Who're his room mates again? He doesn't even remember. Damion makes a 'come on,' gesture with his twinkie'd hand, waving Lucas to sit down beside him with a satisfied sort of, "mmm, so good." He is 100% American, and blinks at Lucas expectantly.

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He keeps track of time with his poketech, which seemed outdated compared to the new stuff in Unova, and flashed a shy grin. Well, it has been a while since they’ve seen each other. Both of them were much older than the first time they met in Twinleaf all those years ago. It was kind of hard to forget a blonde haired kid running about.

“Hm? Oh! The name’s Lucas. It’s been a while actually, we met when we were younger. I was actually a whole lot chubbier then, hehe.” He rubs the back of his neck, a little embarrassed of his past.

“We can catch up later though, really! I wouldn’t want to keep you from your obligations. Getting a talking to from the coach isn’t all that fun.” 

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The stare Damion gives him is as if Lucas is speaking some foreign language. There's absolutely no recollection in his eyes-- Damn, he must have had some crazy tunnel vision on Hikari. At least Lucas takes it well.

"Uhh...oh!"

"Hah, really?" He grins. "Awesome that you're here, then! Twinleaf pride, y'know?" That's probably not actually a thing, but the blond says it with enough confidence that it sounds like it. He offers his gawky knuckled hand to Lucas for a firm handshake.

"The name's Damion!" With the amount of time granted between their brief handshake, the blond  allows himself to look over Lucas with searching eyes for something familiar... Briefly, he remembers a game of tag and a long trek from Sandgem.

"Yeah, totally! I'm in A-5, so hit me up whenever!" He trots off here without further ado or even looking back.

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Of all the people he could’ve ran into the school and this was who he was met with instead! Lucas looked at him without saying a single thing as Barry talked, only nodding and handing him whatever he needed, following along and looking at the map to put building to memory. 

“I was actually sightseeing! Thought I could take a look around before actually calming down to look, you know?” He chuckles, taking the map back into his own hands and kept a firm reminder to where the boys’ dorms were. 

“…but geez, we haven’t seen each other and you treat me like any other new student! Did living out here for so long made you forget me or what?” Lucas is laughing now, teasing the other before shaking his head to readjust the things that he carries. “Just kidding. Anyway, I should probably be going now. You have to go to practice right?” 

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"Sight seeing?" The blond scoffs gently, nose wrinkling with his laughter. "Whatever floats your boat!" He smiles at the shorter boy, leaning his weight back on the heels of his cleats. He seems nice enough-- the other boy, though he could stand to get himself together a little more.

Not like Damion can really talk about "being together." Being perfectly coiffed or even organized has never been his forte. He tends to forget things, and places, and--

Damion blinks, brow creasing.

"Huh? Yeah, I should get to practice, but--" He tends to forget things, and places, and-- "Sorry, who are you?"

And people, too.

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A school set in a region he’s never been to, a climate unlike that in his precious home in Sinnoh, Lucas couldn’t help but find this new experience to be exciting! The people he would meet, the friends he would make—why everything was just filled with opportunity and bubbling anticipation that he couldn’t wait to go into his dorm and get straight into a classroom.

He was already wearing his uniform, although with all the papers and bags he was carrying, it was obvious of his status.

“Oh uh, hey! Sorry, you’re not busy are you? Think you can help me find the administration building or the boys dormitories? I need to settle in and maybe find something to snack on…” The last bit he mumbled to himself, now realizing that all this walking around was starting to make him hungry. 

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Monsoon season is coming upon Lilycove these days. it's warm and balmy, and Damion honestly isn't entirely sure if he loves or hates it-- he's just glad everything from a month or so ago has blown over. With the rains come a fresh start of sorts, and the blond has always prided himself in being an optimist.

So, with the sleeves of his baseball jersey rolled up tight to his thin shoulders, Damion greets the stranger (?) with his best grin.

"Huh? Oh, well, I was headed out to the fields, but-- yeah, sure!" He blinks a bit at all the formality papers crumpled in Lucas' hands and his spanking new uniform. Hm. Second semester sure does bring in a whole lot of new meat.

"You've gotta map, right?" He takes it upon himself to flutter his fingers through the small stack in the other boy's hand, slightly adjusting the weight of his bat bag over his shoulders before tugging it out of grasp and scanning over it.

"Uh, well-- we're here," He jabs his finger to a blank area to the west of the school building. "Over there's the girls', so if you walk past that, you'll be in the courtyard, and if you go past that, you'll find the guys' dorms! Easy peasy. I can't even figure how you got all the way over here! Hahaha. Haha."

His laugh trails on awkwardly.

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¿crosscountry?

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“Hmm— !” Brendan presses his lips together in a contemplative moment, stretching out his headband by looping it around his two index fingers and pulling it away and together. “I dunno, it’s nice here, I guess! Better than where I live, anyway, haha!” That laugh is very self depreciating. He clears his throat and then balls up the sweatband in one hand so he can scratch at his neck with the other. “My best friend goes here too, so that’s kinda why I came here,” He says without the least bit of sadness or guilt, as this did happen before the dance. Haha.

He raises his eyebrows some, a kind of amused smile on his face. “Oh, well, that’s cool I guess?” He means calling him by his last name. “I mean, I can go for that! Call me whatever you want, as long as it’s flattering, heh.” He rubs his jaw for a moment, his eyes going down to the sudden movement of Damion— oh. Adjusting himself. He drops his hand and looks away quickly, letting some kind of uncomfortable laugh that matches the blond’s leak out of him.

“Dame, huh? Alright!” He. Takes Damion’s hand, the one that he was situating his situation with, but yeah ok he takes his hand anyway and shakes it. Brendan then slips his headband on his head, pulling his bangs out from under it so it rests directly on his forehead like some other person we know. He looks just as dumb as the other guy.

Brendan pulls back as Damion seems to look a bit crestfallen, and he holds out his hands in front of him and waves them back and forth. “Oh, no, no, it’s not that I just… I dunno! Guys don’t seem to talk in the locker room, haha…” He trails off here, sort of gesturing around to the rest of the boys, who seem to be either successfully ignoring them or getting irritated with the loud talk that bounces off every corner of the small room.

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"Anything that's flattering?" The blond's voice echoes it with a half joking, half snarky air and his mouth shapes around the words tightly, slipping into a crooked grin as soon as he's finished.

"Yeah, alright! I'll try to think of something creative, heheh."

Damion takes little note of the way Brendan does up his hair. He figures it must be high fashion, or something. The blond could never possibly understand, he tells himself. Maybe he really just doesn't care all that much how his team members decide to accessorize.

(Hell, Lunick parts his hair in the back and purposefully makes the blue into what look like horns-- so really, if Brendan wants to wear his bangs over his headband, it's no skin off Damion's back.)

Anyway, back to guy code. Damion blinks, mouth scrunching up to the side of his face as he looks over Brendan's face. There's a bit of a silence, filled only with the squeaks of tennis shoes and shuffling of clothes and slamming of locker doors as the changing room is slowly but surely emptied out. Nobody likes to spend more time in here than necessary.

Then, Damion's face lights up again and he says, "Who cares?", posture slinking back into a relaxed form as he finishes dressing himself, jersey tucked into his shorts unceremoniously.

"Trust, BB," the cleanup hitter kicks the door of his locker shut, grabbing his water bottle off the ground and tapping the toe of his shoe into the cement floor. "Stickin' to the status quo just causes headaches!" He makes a strange 'go with the flow' motion with his hands, the water trickling out the nozzle of his waterbottle before he closes the cap with a surprised little "oh!"

"Anyway," Damion takes to pushing the nozzle in and out as he waits for Brendan to finish changing? That's not normal. The waiting part. Ok. Damion makes me uncomfortable. "You said you came here 'cause of a friend?" The blond blinks, stubby eyelashes fluttering as best as they can. "Er, best friend." Damion rolls his eyes up absentmindedly.

"I did too!" He grins a teacup grin, face flushing a bit. "Actually, I guess it was more 'cause I had a crush on her, but..."