Hey there -- the name's Omri.
I'm eighteen years young and not a force that you'd want to reckon with.
My best friend is my Canon Rebel XTi and Darth Maul is the bamf'est villian.
Anything else you wanna know about me, just hit up my ask.
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Nah, I bet it's just some freshman who's too shy to talk to you in real life. And 'sides, if he does turn out to be a stalker, I'll knock him one or something.
after about an hour, we found the sunflower fields⊠itâs apparently private property where the owner is kind enough to allow the public access. gotta love the aloha
thedreamerrachel answered your question: A question for my followers:
Hm⊠Thatâs a fairly good question, Omri. I donât know if I can supply an answer, unfortunately. I think youâd look striking either way, youâre a very attractive person at the end.
That doesn't answer my question though, Rachel. 'Hawk or baldy?
Description: Omri meets up with Rachel at her dorm room for a "not-date" and the two watch The Princess Bride together.
Notes:Â a Chatzy para~
Omri
To say that Omri wasnât nervous would probably be the biggest understatement of the year. But he had good reason to be nervous. His ânot-dateâ with Rachel was this afternoon. Sure, he and Rachel agreed that it was just a friendly get-together and not at all anything related to a date. But how else could he excuse his sweaty palms and his now-stubby, bitten fingernails? Omri sighed. He wanted to make a good impression on Rachel, but his nerves were getting the best of him. He needed to calm down. Letting out a long breath, he glanced at his reflection in the mirror one more time. He had just gone down to the barber and gotten his head shaved so his hair was extra stubbly. His clothes smelt clean and werenât that wrinkled, and most importantly â free of food stains. He looked decent. Perfect for a not-dateâŠÂ Right? Omri scoffed lightly. This was dumb. He needed to stop thinking like that. He was just going to Rachelâs to hang out and watch a movie. Thatâs it. Why did he have to make things so technical?
Snatching his keys and wallet from his dresser, he made his way out of his dorm, and when he was almost to the exit door, he paused. There had been this phantom feeling nagging at him ever since he had locked his dorm door. But what was it? What had he forgotten? ⊠Omriâs heart dropped. He forgot the popcorn! Scratching at his forehead, his thoughts scrambled around as he tried to think of something to do about the lack of movie snack food. The boy glanced down at his watch. Yeah, he still had time. But just barely. Heâd have to haul it if he didnât want to arrive late. Even though he was sure that Rachel wouldnât care if he arrived after the time they agreed to meet at, he knew that she was still really critical about promptness. Bounding up the stairs as quick as he could, he dashed into his room, grabbed the shopping bag of vegan-friendly, lightly salted microwave popcorn and dashed back. Five minutes later, he was breathing a little heavily as he came to a stop outside of the room he remembered Rachel living in. Wiping the thin layer of sweat that had developed on his forehead, he patted his chest and took in a deep breath. This was it. Quirking up a smile, he raised a closed fist to the wood door and knocked a few times. Satisfied that heâd knocked enough times, he took a step back away from the door and leaned against the opposite wall to wait.
Rachel
Rachel had spent the better part of a half hour pacing around her room mumbling inaudible statements and picking at the hemline of her dress. Omri was going to be here soon, in 5 minutes to be exact, and she wasnât sure if she was ready. Was she overdressed? Under dressed? The girl couldnât even muster words up to explain how lost she was; and she had to blame the way that Omri made her feel. She needed this purely platonic (of course) get together to run smoothly, if not perfectly. At least, at that point, Rachel had most things ready. She had prepared some snacks, her famous sugar baked cookies, and had the disc already inserted in the player and her bed was fluffed with cushions and pillows of all shapes, colours and sizes â but wait, were they going to be sitting on the bed? Another bundle of questions raced through her mind, and it was enough to occupy her for the minute leading up to the sound of Omri knocking on her door. âForget that,â Rachel whispered as she opened the bedroom door that lead to the slight âliving room areaâ that her roommate instructed that she would be dominating for the better part of the day, and headed towards the door. âHiâ she smiled when it was opened, revealing a very attractive male on the other side. âCome on in, I have everything ready for todayâ said Rachel, opening the door wider so that the boy could walk inside and she could lead him to the bedroom.
Omri
Omriâs eyes brightened when he saw the girl on the other side of the door, and his smile grew a little bigger. âHey,â he said with a small laugh. Rachel looked pretty. Omri hadnât seen that dress she was wearing before. Or at least he didnât think he did. (He wasnât gay or anything. But he did at least try to pay attention to what Rachel wore.) Would it be too much if he told her that she looked pretty? âProbablyâŠâ Shaking his head, he accepted Rachelâs invitation to come inside. He glanced around the room at the bright, Rachel-esque decor. âIt looks different â being in here during the daytime, I mean,â Omri said, referring to the time he brought Rachel home late that night after that catastrophe of a party. âBut it looks, uh niceâŠâ His words trailed off and Omri scolded himself. âWay to sound like a friggin derpy idiot.â Wanting to change the topic, Omri held out the bag with the popcorn in it. âI brought the popcorn, just like I promised! Itâs vegan⊠or at least vegan-friendly, I think.â He spotted some treats that Rachel must have prepared and he licked his lips. This movie thing was going to be fun. Omri just knew it.
Rachel
Stopping herself from waving, Rachel closed the door once Omri had entered and stood against it for a second as she took the moment in. She still couldnât believe that he was actually in her room, and Rachel didnât think sheâd ever have boys in her room (excluding the time Omri brought her here before.) âOh yes, I have made a few changes here and there since your last visit--â she began; only she stopped when she heard the end of his sentence. âOh right. Well yes, things definitely arenât as bright when itâs light outside; the sun tends to reflect off of the shiny surfaces. At least, thatâs what my roommate complains aboutâ she said with a slight roll of her eyes, though her features changed when she heard Omriâs response. She blushed, glancing at her surroundings as if saying âthis?â before she replied, âThank you.. And thank you for that.â Taking the popcorn from his hands, Rachel nodded at his words and began the journey to her room, stopping when she was a few centimetres away. âDo you mind making yourself comfortable for a second? Iâm going to put these down in my room but I have to get something from the fridge, which as you can see is over there.â
Omri
Omri patted at the sides of his thighs and nodded. âYeah, sure.â He watched Rachel, his eyes lingering on her butt for the last few moments before she disappeared into another room. Omri shut his eyes tight and shook his head. He needed to stop doing that. He may be a Puckerman, but he could control himself. He actually prided himself on the better control he had over his body compared to the control Puck had. Glancing around the room, he looked at the bed and all the pillows that were thrown and arranged there. Him plus Rachel, sitting on a bed? Not the smartest thing for him to do right now. He knew that nothing would really happen. But he didnât want to get into a situation that could make Rachel feel uncomfortable. This wasnât a date. They were friends. But what if he moved to hold her hand, or she buried her face into his sleeve during the scary parts? (The movie had the word Princessin it and he doubted that thereâd be any scary parts⊠but you never know.) What was he supposed to do? Wrap his arm around her shoulders? Omri didnât know, so he decided to just avoid that situation altogether. By sitting on the floor. With a huff, he flopped down to the floor, his back against the side of Rachelâs bed and his legs stretched out leisurely on the floor. He reached up and grabbed one of the pillows and arranged it behind his back. He was comfortable. He could totally do this. âHey Rach,â he said when Rachel came back from whatever she was doing. âYou ready to watch that movie now?â
Rachel
Rachel quickly placed the popcorn down on her bed before she left the room, oblivious to whatever Omri decided to do since her departure. When in the other room, Rachel picked up the plate she had placed her baked goods on, poured out two glasses of water (was that even Omriâs preferred choice of drink?) and rejoined the boy in her bedroom. âSorry about thatâ she excused herself, placing the glasses down on her desk table quietly. Frowning slightly when she noticed where he was sitting, Rachel held the plate near Omriâs face and smiled, âOf course, I have it all set up.â With that said and done, the brunette took a firm hold of the television remote and pressed the on button, a bright light illuminating the teenagersâ faces when the main menu appeared. âThis is one of my favourite movies. I really, really hope you enjoy it. It may not be anything special but Iâm sure youâll see the magic of it soonâ she started, smiling dreamingly as she pressed play, the screen changing again. âOh, waitâ she pressed pause, âAre you comfortable there? Do you need pillows or perhaps something else?â she questioned, pulling herself up onto the bed so she was within reaching distance of the pillows that sat against the headboard.
Omri
Omri reached up and slyly stole one of the cookies that Rachel had put on the desk by his head. Biting into the frosted sugar cookie, he smiled to himself. That shit was good. Almost as good as his Granâamâs Hanukah sugar cookies. He took another bite and glanced over at the television screen as the movie started. He wasnât really sure what Princess Bride was about... but he was pretty sure that it was going to be one of those chick flicks. But if it was one of Rachelâs favorite movies, then he was going to sit down and watch it â even if his eyes bled and burned from the romantic cheesiness. Stuffing the rest of the cookie in his mouth, he glanced up at Rachel and shook his head. âNopfh, Imf fine. Fank you!â he said over a mouthful of half-chewed sugar cookie. Laughing, he quickly chewed and swallowed what he had in his mouth before trying to talk again. âIâm okay, Rach. This pillowâs okay,â he said with a smile, crossing his legs at the ankles and moving his body around to show her that he was comfortable⊠even though he really wasnât. Even though he had only been sitting on the floor for a few minutes, his butt was already starting to ache. But whatever. He was fine. Being comfortable didnât matter to him.
As the movie went on, the pain in Omri but intensified. But Omri didnât say anything. He just kept rearranging himself on the carpeted floor every couple minutes and doing his best to pay attention to the movie. He glanced back at Rachel once, and looked down at all the cushions that were arranged all around her, and thought how easy it would be to just ask her to toss one of them to him so he could sit on it, but stopped. Omri was sure that Rachel wouldnât want her pillows smelling like ass or something.
Rachel
Now comfortable in her seat on the bed, Rachel resumed the movie and watched in awe as the action began. Whatever it was about The Princess Bride that captivated her from the very beginning, drew her eyes to the screen and successfully distracted her from the fact that Omri was sitting just a few feet away. She could hear movement from his place on the floor but her concentration was elsewhere, focused on the budding romance between Westley and Buttercup. What she wouldnât give for a romance like that... The movie continued to interest Rachel, her eyes wide open with enjoyment as she watched scene and scene play out, each more exciting than the last. It wasnât until Omri started fidgeting again that she noticed something was wrong; and so she asked âIs everything alright?â from her spot on the bed. At that point, she was half lying on the bed and gazing up at the screen but when she directed her attention to Omri, she was titled towards the floor. âIf youâre uncomfortable, you know thereâs plenty of space up here. And if you are worried about crumbs, pelase donât be. I clean very often, Iâm sure you can tellâ she laughed, gesturing to her surroundings and momentarily forgetting about the fact she hadnât pressed pause.
Omri
Omri glanced back at Rachel, surprised that she had caught onto his bodyâs actions. âYeah, no,â he assured her with a small wave of his hand. âIâm fine. Promiseâ He turned his head and gave her a smile, hoping that it was enough to evade from her caring attention. He fidgeted on the floor for a few more minutes, and furrowed his eyebrows. Maybe going up on Rachelâs bed wouldnât be such a bad thing after all. His butt would be pain-free, thatâs for sure. But it would be sort of hard to avoid getting close and snuggly with Rachel on her twin-sized bed. âAlrightâŠâ he muttered after a few moments. âScrew this.â He pushed himself up off the floor, grabbing the plate of half-eaten cookies he had cavaliered for himself and circled around to where Rachel was lounging on her bed. âScootch over,â he said in a playful tone, urging Rachel to make some space on the bed for him. He wasnât exactly sure how they were both going to fit, and he was sure that it was going to be tight. Hopefully it wouldnât turn into something awkward.
Rachel
âAre you sure?â she questioned him for the last time, shrugging when he refused to join her on the bed. Rachel sent a smile back, even though she could tell that he was lying, and hoped heâd cave soon enough and join her â not only for her own, selfish reasons but for his comfort too. Hearing him say something, the girl looked away from the screen once more and noticed him moving, towards her with a plate of almost finished cookies. She laughed, did as he asked and made space for him, knowing that it was a tight squeeze as her bed wasnât the biggest. âI know this isnât exactly ideal but weâll make this workâ she said and then she moved, hoping that heâd be more comfortable in this new position. With that, she turned back to the television and continued watching, acting as if nothing had happened.
Omri
It was a tight fit, but Omri was somehow able to manage squeeze himself onto Rachelâs twin-sized bed. There was a fairly moderate-sized gap in between their bodies â Omri didnât want to get too close to the girl and make her feel uncomfortable or something. With his butt practically hanging off the edge of the mattress, he tried to scoot closer just a little bit, so he wouldnât fall over if he fell asleep and lost his balance. Feeling more comfortable than he was on the floor, Omri settled back and leaned against the bedâs headboard and went back to watching the movie. He could see Rachel actively paying attention to the movie out of the corner of his eye. She really must like this movie because her attention hasnât really faltered away from the television screen very much. Omri thought the movie was decent; it was definitely still something that heâd consider a chickâs movie⊠but it had action and it was funny, so he enjoyed it. As the minutes ticked by, Omri found it harder and harder to be able to concentrate on the movie; it was almost as if Rachelâs breathing pattern had been amplified by 26 or something and Omri sometimes just zoned out of the movie and just listened to Rachelâs breathing. And every now and then, Rachelâs sleeve would brush against the bare skin of Omriâs arm. It was really weird. He figured this is what Spider-man felt like with his super-human senses⊠Was Omri like Spider-man? Did he get bit somewhere by a scientifically-mutated spider? Omri scratched the back of his neck. He didnât feel a bump there or anything. And he doesnât really ever remember getting bit by anything in the last few days â minus that mosquito bite he has on his leg. (And heâs for sure knows that heâs not going to mutate into the next âskeeter boy.)Â
Omri tried not to let his shoulders drop when he realized that maybe he really didnât have super-human senses -- which was a big bummer. Whatâd he do to have super-human senses⊠Clenching his eyes shut, he tried to concentrate on what was going on in the movie. Wesleyâs body had just been numbed by that weird torture device or whatever and Fezznik and Inigo Montoya got him and were carrying him around. Every few minutes, heâd glance over and look at the reaction of Rachelâs face. Yeah, maybe it was creepy that he was doing that. But Rachel was so engrossed in the movie that she probably didnât even notice. And even if she caught him, he was sure that he could come up with stellar non-creepy reason for staring at her.
Rachel
She was comfortable where she was sat. She could still feel Omriâs presence beside her, but they werenât exactly squished together or sat uncomfortably which was odd considering how small Rachelâs bed looked. Though, they were both comfortable â she could tell in the way that Omri had stopped fidgeting and the way she was still engrossed in the action playing out in front of her, she smiled at the thought. After a few minutes, Rachel had almost forgotten where she was. In her mind, she was standing beside Wesley (or at least, her version of him who appeared to be strikingly similar to Omri) and they were pursuing their own fairy-tale love story. It was more of a daydream â she was dressed in a long flowing gown and the Puckerman doppelganger was suited all in black, similar to the movie costume. Unconsciously, Rachel moved in her seat and felt her arm brush against Omriâs, causing her to jump out of her daydream and notice the fact that the movie was playing further ahead that she had realized and that Omri appeared to be in a little trance himself. She had only noticed that she was half-watching him, half-watching the movie when her eyes caught his, and her cheeks instantly blossomed into a slight pinkish colour, her embarrassment as apparent as the sun in the sky. â...Are you enjoying the movie?â she finally asked, her voice quieter than she had intended it to be. Thankfully, it wasnât a noticeable change of neither pitch nor volume so Rachel assumed she was okay for the meantime. What had bought her to ask that question though, she didnât know.
Omri
He was half-paying attention to the movie, wondering where all the cookies he was munching on went. Did he really eat them all? Omri let out a little huff and was about to reach over for the popcorn when he heard Rachel ask him something. Leaning back against the headboard, he glanced over at Rachel. His eyes searched her face for a few quick moments as a Cheshire Cat-worthy grin grew on his face. Maybe his smile was a little bit too much⊠but he wanted her to know that he really did like spending time with her. Even if he had to watch a movie to do it. âYeahâŠâ he muttered, matching Rachelâs tone. He had no idea why she was talking so softly. It wasnât like they would disturb anyone elseâs movie-watching experience if they talked loudly. But he kept Rachelâs tone just in case there was a reason. âWesley is pretty badass,â he added with a small laugh.
RachelÂ
Rachel really couldn't help but smile at Omri as she watched him. As weird and as odd as she felt for staring, she couldn't bring herself to stop -- he had a fascinating way of doing things, she thought. Though, she wasn't sure what set his actions apart from anyone else's. "I wouldn't go as far as saying that," Rachel laughed, shaking her head at his descriptions, "but Wesley is definitely a strong male. I don't think I'll ever be able to explain how much I adore him because of everything he does for Buttercup. I want that love some day" she continued, pausing abruptly due to her last sentence. ...Oh god. Omri definitely didn't need to hear that -- had she just made the afternoon awkward? She remained silent, eyes glued back onto the television screen as she secretly hoped Omri said nothing and that she hadn't ruined their day together like she thought she had.
Omri
Omri chuckled for a few moments, humoring Rachel and her comment about Wesley being a "strong male". Sure, saying that Wesley was a strong male made him sound like the character was part of a ballet production or something, which really wouldn't amuse him very much. And Omri half-expected Rachel to continue on about Wesley's fighting style being masculine or something... But the boy almost did a double-take. Did Rachel really say that? Omri watched Rachel turn away from him, as if she was ashamed, and the boy suddenly felt something grasp at his gut. He studied the side of her head, and pondered on what she had said. Rachel seemed so sure on what she wanted in life. Love being one of them... The thought of being in love sort of scared Omri. It wasn't the commitment that made him afraid. It was the whole feeling of love. Being in love. What if Omri never found it? What if he thought it was one thing, but it really wasn't? The whole mystery of love -- of what it was, what if felt like -- was unsettling.
Not wanting Rachel to feel uncomfortable or ashamed at what she had undoubtedly subconsciously confessed, he inched closer to her and debated on whether he should wrap his arm around her. But after a few moments, he decided not to. If he did that, he'd probably make Rachel feel even more uncomfortable... All the boy was trying to do was to assure her that what she had confessed was okay and that things didn't need to be awkward between them.
Rachel
Embarrassed by her own statement, Rachel let her cheeks turn red as she averted her attention to anywhere that wasnât the boy who sat beside her. Why she had announced what she did, she didnât know. She thought that she shouldnât be ashamed with what she said, it was the truth after all, but she couldnât help but notice the awkward mood that had settled over the two and she was definitely to blame for it. Perhaps if she learnt how to keep her opinions to herself Rachel wouldnât have created this mess â but after 18 years of trying to do so, she knew that goal was impossible to achieve. A momentary lapse in thought allowed Rachel to notice that Omri had somehow gotten closer. She shifted herself and closed the gap, cheeks still red as her head ducked down so he couldnât see, though there was only so much the movement could hide. Besides, it was fairly obvious that she was embarrassed so Rachel even questioned her own actions â though, she definitely didnât want Omri to see her like that. âI---â Rachel started to talk but stopped herself due to her confusion when it came to what to say. Instead, she let her head fall on Omriâs shoulder, her skin tingling from the contact, and let out a deep sigh. She was content with him, she finally realized. Enough that she allowed herself to get over the awkward times to make way for the better ones; to make memories with him that she would be sure not to forget. Closing her eyes, Rachel drew in a breath, her nose inhaling the scent that was Omri Puckerman, and smiled. The silence was bliss; Rachel felt as if she was in paradise. Which opposed greatly to what she felt only a few minutes ago.
Omri
Omri kept a watch on Rachel out of the corner of his eye, just to see if she wasnât beating herself up the confession she let slip out. He wasnât much of a romantic, but he was awed by the fact that Rachel believed in something like that so strongly for herself. When he heard Rachel start to speak, he held his breath, waiting to listen to what the girl wanted to share with him. And was slightly disappointed when she didnât say anything further. But when he felt Rachel lean her shoulder, he almost laughed to himself. Rachel Berry â the girl that heâs had growing feelings for â is actually leaning her head on his shoulder. Was this real life? The whole situation was sort of unbelievable to comprehend to begin with. It was unreal. Just a few months ago, Rachel Berry hated him for the way he stood her up. Then⊠he wasnât even sure how they got to where they were now â lounging in Rachelâs room, watching this dopey, almost corny chick-flick. But he knew that he didnât want to go back to the way things were. He liked the present, and really to continue on from there. Things could only get better, right? Letting out a content sigh, Omri leaned back further to the wall and slowly brought his arm around Rachel to drape it over her shoulders, pulling her closer to him. Hopefully Omri wasnât crossing any lines. He wasnât sure how Rachel felt about the limit to what friends could do. But all he hoped was that Rachel didnât read more into this. He wasnât trying to cop a feel or get her to have sex with him. It was just a friendly reassurance that he was there for her. Totally friendly and not sexual at all.
Rachel
Now comfortable in her new position, Rachel concentrated on the television screen once more, watching her favourite movie with wide eyes; watching as if she had never seen the film before when it all actuality, she watched it more than she watched Funny Girl (and that was a lot.) A happy, comforting silence settled in the room, the sound of the actorsâ voice echoing as Rachel watched in amusement â she could only hope Omri was enjoying this just as much as she was. It was then that her mind travelled back to all things Omri Puckerman and thus reminded her just how lucky she was to have him here. If she had suggested this before, she doubted she would be able to get him to even agree to coming to her room, much less to watch a film that she knew most boys wouldnât enjoy. Or, with the way that Omri tended to act, should she call him a man? It was hard to differentiate between the two â that and the word gentleman â and Omri had characteristics that made him a bit of everything. He made her smile and his jokes and pranks werenât always mature; but he was kind, brave when he needed to be and somehow, she was clueless when it came to this, he made her feel better about herself. She supposed it was unintentional, but it tremendously meant something to the girl. She was shaken back to reality by the soft arm that wrapped itself around her and Rachel inhaled softly, letting her eyes fall close for a second to savour and relish in the way her arms and body tingled with delight. If it were possible, Rachel shuffled herself a little bit closer to his body and leant herself against him, taking in the warmth that was radiating off of him. Mumbling something, Rachel opened her eyes wide and snuck a glance at Omri â a smile spreading its way across her features before she ducked her head down and returned her gaze back to the movie, noticing that it was nearing its end.
Omri
Omri was really starting to get into the movie now. The dude that was wanting marry Princess Buttercup â Prince whatever-his-name-was -- was standing before a priest dude, along with the Princess, and the way the priest talked, really made Omri chuckle. âMawage, that bwessed awangment, that dweam wifin a dweam...â the priest said in his goofy as fuck accent. Omri glanced down at Rachel and wondered if she was finding the scene as funny as he did. But pretty much froze when Rachel moved closer to him. She was right there. Leaning against him. Using his body as support. Her head was on his shoulder and her hair was right there. And it â Omri moved his head over as inconspicuously as he could, and inhaled. Yup. Her shampoo smelt like apples. Omri smiled to himself, proud of that little bit of information that he just confirmed about Rachel. Settling back into the bed even more, he squeezed Rachel lightly â a silent code word for âI really like that Iâm spending time with you watching this movie and thanks for inviting me.â Hopefully Rachel would understand what he meant. And if she didnât, heâd have to make sure to tell her that after the movie ended.
Rachel
The sound of Omriâs laughter caused a bright grin to work its way onto Rachelâs face as she snuggled against him; chuckling alongside him even if she wasnât finding the scene all too funny. Sure, it was amusing but scenes tend to lose the effects of their jokes after the billionth time of watching them. She tried hard to sit still in her new position so that she wouldnât be grinding herself right against Omriâs side; it was wise to assume that it would only cause a distraction so Rachel tried as hard as she could to remain still. It was impossible, almost. She had been concentrating so hard on her seating arrangement for a minute or so that when she felt Omri squeeze her â Rachel almost jumped out of her skin in shock, and then almost fainted with surprise and half-joy. She didnât know what a squeeze translated to in body language terms. There were thousands of interpretations Rachel could make. Was it a friendly âyouâre a good friendâ kind of gesture? Or was it romantic? Or⊠accidental? Gosh, all this thinking was giving her a headache. âShut up mind,â Rachel said to herself as she closed her eyes â hiding her face slightly so that she could figure it out in peace. Her eyes remained closed for a few minutes; she had successfully settled her racing thoughts. However, what she didn't expect was to feel an unsettling wave of tiredness wash over her, and no matter how hard Rachel tried to open her eyes and look back at the screen, they shut themselves in response to the flickering TV light. It wasn't long before Rachel was asleep, her breaths even as she nestled herself against Omri contently.
Omri
A stupid goofy smile started to grow on Omriâs face as the final few minutes of the movie went by and it started to come to a close. He was glad he came. As the credits started to roll, he yawned and stretched a little, cognizant of the weight of Rachelâs body at his side. âIt was a good movie, Rach. Thanks forââ His words died in his throat as he glanced down and realized that the girl cuddled up next to him was asleep. He stayed looking at her for a few moments, studying the smooth plane of her nose, cheeks and the way the corners of her mouth were sort of curved up into a smile, even though she was totally asleep. Unless she was faking it. But he really didnât want to do anything to disturb her just in case she really was sleeping. So instead, he carefully reached over Rachel for the remote control, turned the DVD player off and mindlessly channel surfed until he came to a stop at a documentary about space on the Discovery Channel. He had no idea if Rachel was a light sleeper or not, but kept the volume on low so he wouldnât disturb Rachel just in case she did get startled by loud noises. Leaning forward a little, he pushed another pillow behind him to support his back a little bit before he leaned back against the wall, making sure that Rachel was still propped against him.
Resting his cheek against her soft, brown hair he tried to immerse himself into the computer-generated graphic world of the space documentary⊠but soon enough, his eyes started to droop and he was instead being hurdled out into space like one of the comets from the documentary. It felt relaxing, and he soon lost himself in his star-filled dreams.
Rachel
Rolling over, Rachel felt her nose rub against something soft and smiled as a reflex. Slowly, her eyes fluttered open and she realized where she was... In Omri's arms, no less. How did this happen? Despite her confusion, Rachel wasn't unhappy with her current situation, no. If anything, even if she had only been asleep what -- less than an hour? -- she felt like she had experienced one of the most blissful naps she had ever had in her life. Sitting upright, Rachel stretched her arms out wide as her mouth did the same, and she quickly glanced at the sleeping form next to her as a little noise escaped her lips. Phew. He was still sleeping. She silently rose from her seat on the bed and quickly glanced around the room -- where was that remote? Hm. Though she only looked around for a second, Rachel gave up and longed to be back in her spot on the bed, so she ran over to the television, switched it off by pressing the big, black button, and slowly approached Omri's sleeping form. She couldn't help but smile at him, the way he was positioned on her tiny bed... The way his eyes were shut tight; Rachel wondered if he was dreaming or not. Without knowing what she was doing, the girl leant a knee on the mattress and hovered over Omri for a second, letting her lips slowly press against his warm cheek as her eyes closed for a second. She took the moment in; blushing almost as she positioned herself beside him. She wriggled towards him, getting as close as she could without being on him, and shut her eyes again. They should really sleep like this more often.
16.) Are there any blood relatives that your character is particularly close with, besides the immediate ones? Cousins, Uncles, Grandfathers, Aunts, et cetera. Are there any others that your character practically considers a blood relative?Â
Omri tries to be close to the family on his mother's side. But because many of them live in Texas and the surrounding areas, Omri doesn't really have the chance to visit them that much. But the Meyer family tries to have a family reunion every couple of years, which is perfect bonding time.
17.) Whatâs your characterâs desk/workspace look like? Are they neat or messy?
His desk is... moderately clean? Omri isn't really a clean-freak or anything, but he's not a slob. Sure, his desk has paper balls all on the floor, pens and pencils scattered around and he's not exactly sure what's being stored in the drawers -- but he likes to keep a little bit of organization to his madness.
18.) Is your character a good cook? Whatâs their favorite recipe, whether theyâre good or not? (Microwave mac-and-cheese applies.)
In all honesty, he's not... He can make the basics though: ramen, a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, spaghetti, mac and cheese (the non-microwaveable kind, thank you very much), cereal, etc. But if he really needs to make something fancy or anything, he can read a recipe. No promises if it'll turn out edible or anything.
19.) Whatâs your characterâs preferred means of travel?
Omri doesn't have a car or anything, so he usually uses either his bike or skateboard to get around. If where he needs to go is farther away, he takes the bus or tries to ploy one of his buddies to take him there.
20.) Does your character have any irrational fears?
Wearing yellow on a Sunday is a big no-no. Just kidding~
Nope. Omri doesn't really have any irrational fears... other than bees. But that's only because he's allergic. So it's not really "irrational".
21.) What would your characterâs cutie mark be?
Oh gosh :|
Probably something dumb. Like a camera or something. Or just like a lightening bolt.
22.) If your character could time travel, where would they go?
Anywhere. Omri dreams of someday traveling the world and taking pictures of the places that he goes.
23.) Is your character superstitious?Â
Not. At. All.
24.) What might your characterâs ideal romantic partner be?
Hm. Someone who's patient and cares about him, and can put up with his devious, non-nonchalant, prankster personality; someone who's honest -- because Omri himself is a really honest guy -- and likes that people be honest with him in return. Someone who shares at least a few of his hobbies, so they have some things to bond over.
25.) Describe your characterâs hands. Are they small, long, calloused, smooth, stubby?
He's a Puckerman, so they're large...er than the average male's hands. They're not that calloused (Omri didn't really pick up the guitar like his brother did).
Were you a part of the Dayton Academy role play at one point?
ooc: Oh hai I didn't see an alert for this message. I blame Tumblr :|
But yessss... the Rachel player (Lily) and I used to be part of Dayton Academy RP waaaay back when~ ... But when the roleplay died out and was discontinued (like 6 months ago), Lily and I were too attached to Omri and Rachel as characters that we decided to continue on with their story on our own as a 1x1. :)
