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Cool Breeze || Open

When the cool Fall air was breezing through, Clorica found it to be her favorite time to nap outside. On top of cooler climates being known to be better for restful sleep, it also allowed for less interactions and interruptions as less people were inclined to be outside once the weather dropped below a certain temperature. Although she hadn’t spent a lot of time outside lately, being tired was a part of who she is. There wasn’t anything she could do (nor did she want to) about it and felt that she did just fine with it. Maybe even better than most think.

A soft patch of green grass had become her place of resting for the afternoon, right under the shade of a large tree. Natural protection from some of the sun’s harmful rays.

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After all things said and done, Lest always found a place to recharge amongst nature. It was comforting to rest beyond the walls, beyond the expectations of being ever so accommodating. Ever since he got here to the academy, though, he felt as if his love for nature increased exponentially-- and the feeling of being trapped in one place had since waned. So the walls weren’t so much of a problem any more, really. But it was nice to get away and listen to the wind sing in a low hum, shifting the light through the leaves.

After taking a nice walk around the Academy’s garden, he found himself taking a long winded stroll around the field. It was always nice to take the time to smell the roses. Work was done, friends had come and gone, and he was at peace. The only thing that could make today any nicer was to take a nap at his favorite patch of grass by the old willow tree and ruminate on his week’s worth of stardust. Everything he did here felt like a dream, after all. One that may not even last past this year. So he was collecting “stardust” so to speak, like catching dreams as he lived through them.

By the time he reached his usual resting spot, someone had already taken their comfortable spot beneath the tree. Wouldn’t it be nice to get to know someone new? A sleeping buddy maybe? “Hey...” He whispered hesitantly, wondering if she was still awake to hear him.

“Um... Hey... Do you mind if I rest here as well?” He tilted his head curiously, as his bangs fell neatly to one side. “Um... I’m Lest, by the way. Lest Pastforeire. Nice to meet you...!”

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Orange You Glad | Rosetta & Lest

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rosetti-stone:

      【❧】~ Rosetta rushes forward to catch the drink suddenly thrown her way, the bottle refreshingly cool against her palms as she glances up at him with a scoff. “Pfft, that sounds about right, boy scout that you are.” As mocking as she may have seemed, she really did appreciate Lest’s kind and understanding nature. The guy didn’t have one malicious bone in his body. And while she didn’t mind how easygoing and agreeable he could be, she’d be lying if she said it didn’t frustrate her some. Always shrugging things off and going with the flow… if he wasn’t careful, some creep could take advantage of that.

      Straightening up, she raises her brow with a slightly offended look, free hand moving to rest on her hip. “Why, do I look like I need rest?” Rosetta knew her own body better than anyone else, and she knew her limits. She was pretty much running on fumes right now, and probably looked it, too. But that didn’t mean she wanted other people pointing it out.

      Even though she knew that Lest was right, that she did need a break, her stubbornness and pride overpower her sensibilities in the end. Her stormy waters, always fighting against calm ones like his. “That’s sweet of you, really, but I’m fine.”

      Before she can even respond to his next offer – the answer of which would have mostly likely been no – he suddenly hoists himself out the window, startling Rosetta a bit. Grip on her juice tightened, she reflexively takes a step back and gives him a look of incredulity before quickly regaining her bearings, head shaking as her eyes roll skyward. “You–”

     Normally she would have given some sort of snappy comeback, but his words stop her. I’ll be happy to be there for you. Simple words, sure, but the blonde couldn’t help but feel that they held a certain weight to them. It wasn’t often people said that sort of thing to her when they weren’t trying to suck up, or keep from making her angry. Her instinctual need to regard people with skepticism spurs her into trying to find some sort of angle or motive behind his intentions, but with Lest she couldn’t think of any. None that made sense, anyway. 

     That sort of compassion… it didn’t feel so bad, to be on the receiving end of it every once in a while. She opens her drink, idly mimicking his words from earlier. “…I don’t know, worker bee.” She waves her drink towards him, making sure not to waste any of it as she does so. “If you want to help and waste your fun afternoon following me around, be my guest. This Queen Bee will be putting you to work, though, so here’s your chance to back out before it’s too late.”

“Well, I’m fine is always an acceptable thing to say until you aren’t really fine anymore.” He murmured to himself as he landed on his feet. But that was the problem wasn’t it? No one ever really said they weren’t fine until it was too late. Lest contemplated to himself as he dusted his pants off. Well, he wanted to trust her judgement there. It wasn’t like she had an health bar floating above her head for him to discern otherwise. But... perhaps you could call it intuition? 

All he could do was throw his offer in the air and hope she would grab hold of it. Resilience and dignity held her afloat for so long, so could he blame her? There was nothing else that could be done if what she wanted was to swim against the current. And she didn’t seem like the type to need a light house to lead the way back either. That, he supposed, was her “fine”.

That is, of course, until she pulled on his life line. 

He laughed gently, under his breath. It kind of felt nice that she was easing into it at her own pace. Perhaps he could help her out yet. “If that’s the case then I’ll gladly take some time out of my afternoon for you, your majesty.” Dipping his head politely, he took one arm to his chest for a bow. It was a little silly, but he felt like amping up the elaborate motions to make her laugh. Or mock him. Either would work, pfft. 

“Don’t worry too much, Rosetta. It's always more fun when you work with someone else, you know. And long as I’m doing whatever I can, I find a job well done the most productive fun one can have, haha!” 

Pleasant at heart and gentle in nature, Lest found the most comfort in helping out other people anyway. It wasn’t so much of a waste of time as it was his own little “fine”. Yes, he was fine. Or wait-- perhaps he was more than fine! It was the least he could do for people who had so much to shoulder in a day. And it wasn’t like Rosetta was troubling him in any way. Though... Tilting his head, Lest wondered how many people she intimidated with those ultimatums of hers. 

“Back out?” Why was she talking like it was a bother to work with her. Or like she was a bother to be worked with?  “I wouldn’t abandon you in your time of need, Rosetta...”

Rearing the conversation smoothly in a different direction, Lest clapped his hands together. He didn’t want to sit on the topic too long and keep her waiting. And he certainly didn’t want to take the conversation in places that may be a little too close for comfort.  “With all that settled though, what do you want your little worker bee to do? Clean the cafeteria? Scan some papers? Take out the trash from the second floor departments?” 

Done. Done. Annnnnnnd done. But it never hurt to ask, since there was always more to be done and not enough hands to go around.

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Flour’s Flyin’ High! || Frey & Lest

@sayalittlefreyr

Lest was always fond of kids. They were predisposed to experiencing the world in the highest decibel, treated every day like it was the last, and kept their hearts hanging on their sleeves. Now, the project wasn’t anything as serious as taking care of a real child, but he was so sure he’d enjoy it just as much. They were entrusted with a flour sack and had about a week to take care of it. Now, any other student would want to do it for the A, but he was doing it for his make-shift child.  It was a flour sack, sure, but he’d protect it with his life. Just the thought of that made him want to chuckle.

“Frey, do you want to hold it?” Lest had been cradling it for the last half hour since it had been passed onto them. Okay, he was mostly just jesting at first-- a good, nonchalant joke about the sack being his child... but now Lest was on a mission to see this through until the end. “I think I need to give it... uh... time to breathe. Or rise.” Flour jokes. Heh. 

Now, was he the type to be attached to a bag of flour? He sure was. 

“It’s a good thing we share a lot of classes together. Otherwise, it’d be pretty hard to fairly divide times to take care of...our child...” Chuckling heartily, he felt a delicate mix of embarrassment and enjoyment in playing out this act. It wasn’t anything to be ashamed of! And besides, playing it casually was so much more fun than seeing it like a bag of future cookie mix. 

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The Blank Slate

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totheseblueroses:

It’s been about a week since Mr. Fitzgerald had arrived at the academy, finally doing the job he had been wanting to do for these past few years: teaching. To him, it was always entertaining to just learn himself- for there were many new things you could find new everyday. You can teach a dog new tricks. Klaus was well aware that it didn’t just stop there since he became a teacher, and that in his own time, the man take the chances to just pursuit. The tall man was reading a book by Steven Plinker. The Blank Slate: The Modern Denial of Human Nature. Klaus felt as this read may help him for his own Psychology classes, giving some extra insight for new lesson plans in the future.

Flipping through the pages, the man himself enjoyed the cool breeze of autumn in the courtyard. Already it was his favorite spot (other than the rooftops where he smokes every so often.) and he enjoyed the care and attention that was given to the plants and decorations among them. Klaus nearly forgotten it was Halloween, for the sunflowers and scarecrows that stood out quite made the scene look more like a nice, pleasant dream. He then pondered if he could replicate this feeling into a smell. What would it be called? 

The teacher had the itch to take smoke in this moment of delight. Klaus was well aware of it being such a bad habit, but you know old habits die hard I suppose. At the very least he always sported such a nice scent, that most people couldn’t even imagine him enjoying some cancer sticks in his free time. He hid the habit very well. As he was about to pull out a lighter, Klaus then heard some footsteps and quickly retracted it back into his pocket. Fitzgerald turned his head over his shoulder and realized it was another person. He could always smoke another time.

“May I help you?”

Time had been ticking away as of late, as Lest preoccupied himself with the usually hustle and bustle of life. It wasn't like him to get too caught up in the small bumps on the road, since he had always been one to bounce back with a smile. But lately, life was serving him a bad hand of cards. He never was a deep sleeper, but lately, he found himself a bit shaken in resolve-- particularly when the darkest hours of the night crept in.

That day-- as he entered his dorm. She had welcomed him with open arms and a familiar light in her eyes. What was that? There was no recollection at all, not even a trace--especially not when he was awake. But when he slept, it felt like he was hanging right off a precipice, precariously posed to fall. It was like there was something that was almost there, but just barely out of reach. Yet when he looked down from that precipice, there was only a pit of darkness. 

And if he took too long a look, he would abruptly tip off the edge. And fall. And fall. And fall. If he looked up, that precipice morphed into a cobblestone bridge, and it would ominously get farther as he fell deeper into the void. As for the worst part: that lurching feeling in his stomach wouldn’t wake him up. There was no kick, no sudden punch of breath out of his lungs. He would keep falling until he forced himself to wake up. And then, it was back to black; that darkness of his room was more preferable than the endless ones in his dreams. 

So he decided-- it'd be smarter just to talk it out with someone. And the psychology instructor was just the person he wanted to talk to. It was one of his favorite classes, and he seemed to be very reliable. It wouldn’t hurt. Perhaps it would be a good idea to ask about lost memories as well. Since that was probably what was haunting his nights, like a noose above his head.  "Mr. Fitzgerald?" He ducked into class and took a glance about. Oh. He wasn't there. Maybe outside then?

Humming, he strolled down the hallway, taking in the scenery that spilled from the windows. Lest approached the courtyard,  It was then that he saw the same dark figure he was so familiar with from classes. But from behind, Mr. Fitzgerald’s back looked particularly... worn. Shoulders broad and head lowered, back crooked in a relaxed form. Perhaps it was the years that he had on him, that rumored history he had hanging above his head.

"Mr. Fitzgerald? Can I ask a question about our last lecture?"

He retracted it quite fast, but Lest managed to catch a glimpse of that cigarette before it disappeared. Lest supposed he wasn’t supposed to see that-- what, with the strict guidelines and procedures of this academy. So he respectfully pretended he hadn’t seen it-- can’t particularly judge a man’s past times if it wasn’t bothering anybody, after all.

"If you’re busy though, I’ll come over at another time, haha. Don’t worry about it.” 

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Pure Parkour || Lest & Mark

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marcusmarkandthefunkybunch:

With Julia’s constant… Shenanigans, Mark’s life was hardly ever dull. But normally if she wasn’t around, he could count on having a semi-boring day at least. After all, trouble didn’t follow him personally. He was sure of it. It just followed the people he hung around.

… So maybe actually he followed trouble instead? Oh…

Still. Generally speaking, abnormal things don’t just happen around him unless he’s gone looking for it. Or inviting it in, sort of like a vampire. So when he’s minding his own business, out on campus, and something that kind of looks like a ball of fluff? darts between his legs, he freezes. Before he can even process, he’s nearly slammed into by another student – but smooooothly, the peril is barely avoided.

The cat’s out of the bag? Oh, so that’s what that was! No wonder he had an immediate urge to want to grab it. Mark watches the student pursue the tiny ball of fluff, before deciding… Well, he really liked cats. And besides, nobody on Earth has ever caught a cat that was running from them by themselves. It was like a law of the Universe. Cats are just smarter than humans.

“Wait up!” he calls out, sprinting to catch up and suddenly feeling very thankful his backpack wasn’t full of 30lb textbooks today. “If we work together you can get it back faster!”

Hahaha! It wasn’t every day he got to go on a run, but he guessed if he could shoulder the thrill and his cool headed decisions wisely, Lest could get away with this smooth runaway. Lest kept chasing after Domino, trying not to make too much of a racket if he could help it. But it was rather difficult to keep himself from calling out for her, considering that she was getting further and further away. 

“Domino!! I know you want to get out more but this is pushing it don’t you think?” 

Just as he was about to speed up to keep up with the little blitz fire, he heard loud footsteps following in pursuit. Oh! It was that guy he almost hit on his way here. Never one to miss a beat, Lest grinned merrily and sent him a thumbs up. “Well if you’re already going this far....” Huff. Huff. “Welcome to the club!”

Between heavy breaths and a hearty laugh, he slowed down a bit for the guy to catch up. “You’re right! If we work together we’ll probably catch it. What’s your name, bud?” He wish the situation gave him a bit more time to get hospitable. But he guessed he had to make due with a quick intro and a warm smile. 

“I’m Lest! Pastforeire!” Lest leapt over a tree root, trying to contain the exhilaration so it didn’t get to his head. This certainly reminded him of some of his days back home, seeing how his heart was pounding like a drum against his chest. Landing smoothly, he called out to the blonde blur. “Watch your step! Don’t want you getting hurt!” 

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Orange You Glad | Rosetta & Lest

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rosetti-stone:

      【❧】~ Busybody that she was, there wasn’t rarely ever a moment where Rosetta wasn’t out and about, constantly moving, always doing something. That had been no different today, as she rushed about the campus running different errands for the council. Drop off forms here, pick up supplies there, transport this, collect that– it was a never-ending mad rush to get things done, and the worst part about it is that she never seemed to run out of things to do.

       But in the end, it was a necessary evil. If she could get accustomed to heavy workloads and huge responsibilities, she’d be that much more prepared for the ruthlessness of the adult world. 

       She had been walking past one of the buildings when she hears a familiar voice call out to her, and while Rosetta had half a mind to shut down whatever it was they wanted and continue on her way, turning to the sight of Lest’s friendly wave gives her cause to reconsider. He wasn’t someone she was all too familiar with outside of their time in the Clean Up Club, but at the very least he was a kind and helpful person. Just your average, everyday nice guy. Shutting down someone like that didn’t feel right to her… it was like kicking a puppy, almost.

       And even though she had no intentions on taking a break, she’d be lying if she said the sight of his orange juice hadn’t been the slightest bit tempting. It was a favorite of hers, and definitely the sort of pick-me-up she needed. Not to mention how perfect of a cool-down it would be for this stupidly warm day. But…

       “Oh really… there isn’t a catch, is there?” She gives an amused scoff, crossing her arms over her chest. Lest didn’t seem the sort to have ulterior motives for hanging out, but she also couldn’t see any reason why he’d want to spend time with her. “Nice as that offer is, I actually am in the middle of some things right now.” Her lips pull up into a small smirk then, tone somewhere between teasing and critical. “Just buzzing about, busy as a bee. Unlike some people I know.”

Rosetta did look like she needed a little break. It wasn’t like she was ruffled or looking unkempt, or anything of the like. Lest just always got the impression she was working like a candle, bright and admirable. But it always felt like she was burning at both ends, even if she didn’t come off tired. Maybe he read into things too much, but he just wanted the best for her. She deserved more times where she could just soften and let things go with the flow. Sliding his phone back into his bag, he chuckled gently into his fist. 

“No catch, I believe. Okay, wait. Maybe one.” He held up the orange juice like a torch, leading them out of the darkness. Waving it once, then twice again to make sure she had her eyes on it, he nodded. “Careful now, okay? Here, catch!”

Delicately tossing it out the window, he watched as it made its mark. “That’s the only catch I can come up with for sure, haha.” 

Ah. Of course. She never had time to go with the flow if she was always the one who went against it. Lest expected as much and wanted to respect that aspect of hers. Rolling with the punches, he waved it off like it was no big deal. “Don’t worry about it then! Maybe we can have a snack some other time.” 

He leaned on the windowsill, wondering why she had to spike her words with equal amounts of honey and spice. With his cheek resting precariously on his palm, he responded wholeheartedly. “Aw, don’t worry about me, Rosetta. Your worker bee has been working in full. He just thought the Queen Bee deserved a little rest, is all.” 

“Do you happen to need a hand? Since I’ve freed my hands of the sacred orange juice, I’d be happy to lend you one,” Lest sifted a hand through his hair to get it out of his face. Humming under his breath, he contemplated on how awkward it was to continue talking like this through the window. Then, his metaphorical lightbulb clicked on. Ah. That would do it. “Hmmmm... In fact, I was thinking I needed a change of pace. A little scenery swap might help.” 

Posing himself smoothly against the windowsill, he shifted the screen open and hoisted himself up. “Hup! Careful now!” Lest leapt out the window, elegantly acing his landing. It was no big deal, really. Just needed that change of environment! Dusting himself off casually, as though he hadn’t done much at all, Lest grinned at her in amusement. “Now... What were we saying?”

“Ah yes, did you need any help? I’ll be happy to be there for you. 🎵”   

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Nevermore || Frey & Lest

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sayalittlefreyr:

This wasn’t right.

When two people reunite, you’d expect laughter, smiles, maybe even tears… Frey was the type to squeeze the people they’ve missed to death and never feel shy about vocally expressing how much she missed them. Lest most especially? How long has it been? Ahhh, the numbers aren’t coming to mind right now. Apart from growing taller and entering puberty, what could have changed? A few years wasn’t enough to make a person different. As brief as the hug was, Lest still had that comforting warmth that she liked. His eyes were as curious as ever, too! 

All of those were familiar elements to Frey, but the familiarity ended there. Instead of missing her back, he apologized. That was the first sign that something was wrong.

“Huh?” She blinked back and pulled away, noticing the growing discomfort and confusion he felt. The curiosity in his eyes were gone, and in place was a look he never gave her before. It wasn’t just her name that was unknown to him, it was everything about her. If this was some silly game or joke, he must be quite the actor. 

Or maybe she wasn’t as memorable as she thought she was.

“Oh– um, sorry!” She took a few steps back and fixed a few strands of her bangs, the longer strands now tucked behind her ears. Faint laughter escaped the still confused Frey. Lest wasn’t the type to be this extreme with jokes… and his eyes were as honest as honest can be. He really did forget her. 

Voice low and barely audible, Frey tried to compose herself as she shrugged off this confusingly painful feeling in her chest. “He he… I thought I was, too.” His words were so innocent and well-meaning, but it added salt to a wound that she’s desperately trying to close. She extends her hand out to him and smiled. Or tried to, at least. It wasn’t as bright as it normally was but when you introduce yourself, you always put on a smile, no matter much it stung.  “It’s Frey Valor. I got ahead of myself there– don’t hold it against me, yeah? Our other roommates won’t hug you out of the blue, don’t worry!” 

She pulled back. She pulled back. Something about that natural recoil made him want to reach out once more, but he forced himself to stay put. He didn’t really understand, but it felt as though his body was remembering something that he personally could not. It probably was a plain coincidence, wasn’t it? She just seemed like a warm person and perhaps it just drew him in naturally, like a flower to the sun. He wondered if that was truly the case here. 

Just as the moment struck him odd, he bounced back to his normal gentle self in no time flat. He didn’t want to see her look so... disheveled over something like this. His heart felt a bit strange, like a heavy anchor in the sea. “Oh no! No, no, you’re good!” He laughed naturally, waving his hands to deter any strange mood that erupted from the exchange. “We both look like we can be fast friends! You really are the greenest girl I’ve ever met, by a long shot.” 

It wasn’t like he hadn’t caught that familiarity in her welcome a while back. But he had no recollection of this girl. None. He would have remembered. He knows he would have. She must have thought that he was some other Lest she knew. So it must have just been a coincidence.  He wrote it off as such, for his sake and her own.

“Frey Valor.” Lest murmured it once, just to familiarize himself to her name. It rolled off his tongue-- a wave in an ongoing flow of words. And he would say it again, once more, just because it rang so nicely. “Frey Valor, huh? It suits you! God of Peace, Prosperity and Weather, isn’t it? Sounds a lot like you’re royalty, haha!”

 “Aw... your first impression really got my hopes up, your highness,” A soft chuckle escaped his lips. He was mostly joking, since he knew most roommates weren’t going to be as welcoming as Frey but...  “Guess we can’t have it all, can we? Not everyone gives the world’s best hugs.”

“C’est la vie.” Sighing just to play off the joke a little more, he ended his act with another wholehearted laugh. “By the way, do you happen to know where the others are? I like this person’s plants. They look like they take care of them really well! And this person...part of the soccer team, probably?” Lest’s eyes danced in the light at the thought of meeting new people--it was pretty sweet to be free to do so! He always tried to be as good-natured as possible, so hopefully they’d be his friends.

“Ah-- And who’s this?” If he wasn’t starry eyed before, he was certainly starry eyed now. He gasped quietly, gesturing for the little fur ball to come out of hiding. He crouched down cooing it over. “Oh my goddess... The real guest of honor has arrived.”

“Frey.” He grinned up at her with unbridled pleasure. “I think this year’s going to be a good one.”

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Lest’s Moving Castle || OPEN

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thejoyandthelaughter:

When Rachel came wandering into the cafeteria , a spring in her step and an absent minded smile spread across her face ear to ear, it probably came as no surprise to anyone that despite how obvious it was,  she hadn’t actually realized it was closed.  She came to a stop just inside the room, standing idly just past the doorway and tilting her head as she ran her fingers through her hair. She watched the boy cleaning for just a moment before he notices her and easily she smiles at him, the thought that maybe he’d rather not be bothered while he was hard at work not even crossing her pretty little head.

“Ummm, I was actually just gonna pass through, but if the cafeteria is like, closed, I can totes find a different way!” She shrugs, but despite her words it doesn’t really strike her to follow through and instead she just kind of stands idly as she continues. “I thought this was, like, something we had janitors for, but you’re doing such a super job! It must take ages and ages!”

While she has an aversion to ickiness and stickiness, Rachel always has an immediate impulse to help and a really deep want to make everyone else’s life easier though she generally accomplishes the opposite, so in her typical run on sentence, no stopping to take a breath, rambling way, she continues on.

“Do you, like, need any help or anything? I’d really, really be happy to help”

She looked as though the sun had blessed her--what, with the way she smiled and that easygoing glow of hers. It made him pretty pleased to see someone not bogged down from the more depressing high school conventions.  It wasn’t rare per say, but the amount of people who were sunkissed and cheery from head to toe were getting scarcer as the weeks passed by. Guess exam seasons really did a number on people, sadly. He liked to believe everyone was sweet at the core, and this girl’s smile really convinced him of it.

“Oh, sure... It’s closed, but you can cut straight through if you want,” Lest ended the sentence with a gentle laugh. How polite. He supposed that she didn’t want to trespass if she could help it. Dusting off his hands and cleaning apron a bit to make himself more publicly presentable, Lest tucked a loose lock behind his ear. “Well the janitors do their job incredibly well, haha. The Clean Up Club just gives them a hand or two to help lighten their load.”

He found himself grinning shyly, scratching his cheek at her complement. Lest was ever the modest one, finding a way to wave the flattery off with a waving gesture of his hand. “It’s no big deal really. I just like helping out whenever I can. It really pays off intrinsically-- fills the heart a bit, you know?”

He clapped his hands together at her offer, eyes glowing a bit. “You sure? I’d always appreciate the help but I don’t want to burden you,” Pausing, Lest tilted his head to smile a bit brighter, as he tried to make it clear how much he appreciated her proposal, whether or not she meant it as courtesy or genuinely wanted to help.   “It does make me happy that you offered, haha. You’re the best, uh... Miss...”

It dropped like an anchor on his head that he hadn’t asked for her name yet, or offered his own. Whoops! Getting ahead of himself again! “Sorry, I didn’t catch your name. Mine’s Lest Pastforeire, by the way! I’m a senior who’s just trying to coast through life.” 

Taking off his working gloves, he offered a hand to shake. “Was just about to go take out the huge bags of trash over there. Don’t worry about signing yourself up to this if you don’t want to!” 

Being kind was one thing, but he hoped she wouldn’t push herself if she didn’t want to. He was already one heart full after meeting a new person! Another day in the life of Lest, he supposed.

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Nevermore || Frey & Lest

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sayalittlefreyr:

Over the last four years, Frey was able to get a variety of roommates that came and go as often as seasons changed. That wasn’t a bad thing, no. It was good practice for reality and Frey knows it’s not the end of the world when a door closes. Quite often, another one opens just as fast. Today, a new roommate was going to arrive and Frey saw to it that everything was neat and organized. It already was considering Jamie… but just to be sure, Frey double checked every nook and cranny of the dormitory.

“There we go!” Frey looked back contentedly at the fruits of her labor and headed to the bathroom to clean up. Since the cleaning was done, all that’s left is for her new dormmate to arrive! Frey was washing her face when she heard the door to their dorm open. It was either Jamie, Micah, or Mr. Newcomer himself!

Frey hurries to finish up in the bathroom so she can greet him– she practically ran out and looked around eagerly. Her search didn’t last too long, thought. Near Jamie’s numerous plants was neither Jamie or Micah, but someone else. He turned around to acknowledge her presence, and her eyes simply opens wide as green meets purple, not for the first time, but for the first in a long while. His words reached him, but she was left frozen at where she was at as he finished his introduction.

“What’s mine?” This is strange. Like an old tune that suddenly plays on the radio, nostalgia hits Frey at full force. She never could pronounce his surname as a child, but ‘Lest’ was a different story. It was a name she so often spoke and associated with one of the most curious people she knew. He was speaking of words he already said once upon a time, and if this was his way to say I missed you, then Frey will return it in kind.

She approached him slowly at first, but her steps grew longer and soon she was half-running towards him to leap forward, arms wrapping themselves around him at the first chance it gets. “Veeery funny, Lest. You almost got me there.”

Her voice was muffled as she spoke, but not for long. She looked up to properly greet him, smile bright and happy, Frey squeezed her old friend,, unable to hold back from expressing her joy in seeing him again,  “I missed you so much! Who would have thought you’d enroll here, too…” It was so surreal. So strange! There was something off here, but Frey doesn’t know what it is yet. “Don’t tell me you forgot my name, dummy? Who else do you know is greener than me, huh?” 

He blinked.

Lest’s heart lurched violently for a moment, before tapering off like a broken grandfather clock. What was that? He tilted his head down on instinct--cheek resting on the side of her head-- as the stiff arms that didn’t know where to float naturally sunk to her back. As if his body had a mind of his own, he found himself bringing her closer and taking in her warmth. Wait. Wait. What was that!? As fervently as the feeling came to him, it left in the same stroke of time. And once it was gone, he felt as though a cold breeze blew through his blood stream. 

Shaking his head to get a hold of himself, he let her go unceremoniously. Eyes wide and expression utterly bewildered, he held his hands up as though he had done something explicitly wrong to her. Lest felt this overwhelming feeling of confusion wash over him, like a wave of sea foam splashing against the hull of his ship. And there she was, the jade ocean, spanning miles and miles beyond his own understanding.

“Ah. I’m sorry...”

Something about all of this felt wistful, like a capsule of time that didn’t truly exist. “I... I’m really sorry. I...” Funny? What was funny? He was trying to piece together everything, like a haphazard patchwork of mismatched quilt pieces. Nothing was really.... making sense? And he certainly didn’t want to make it more difficult for the girl as it already was. They were going to live together this whole year, so he was trying to avoid complications. But the way his mind shouted for an explanation would be left unanswered, as he couldn’t recall this girl or her name. 

His eyes softened at the edges, sinking vulnerably out of concern for her. Why did she look so pleased to see him? Something about disappointing her made him feel bile bubbling in his throat-- and all it tasted like was bitter.

With his voice lowered and his expression heavy-lidded, he murmured. “Can I ask for your name again?” 

He was at a loss. Something about this girl-- didn’t make sense. Or perhaps it was all of her that didn’t make sense. It couldn’t have been-- No. It couldn’t. He never even considered such circumstances... Even he had trouble understanding those times. It was better not to think too hard on that. Instead, he stuck to his own arsenal of honesty and met her, eye-to-eye, to give her the only truth he knew. 

“I’m sure I would remember someone like you. There’s no doubt.” 

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Orange You Glad | Rosetta & Lest

@rosetti-stone

Lest could feel his lips lifting at the edges. “Oh, Rosetta...!” He found himself calling out to her, as his hands sought the window hatch. Pulling it open with ease, he gave a friendly wave in her direction. Since he had joined Harvest Academy a bit late in the game, Lest found himself adjusting quite fairly to the school atmosphere. And it was all due part to his peers-- as they were some of the brightest, most genuine people he’d ever met. His heart always swelled at the thought of them just living life at their own pace. And somehow, they let him in and gave him the chance to do the same. 

Rosetta, the president of the Clean Up Club, was one of many that he admired. Her resilience matched her level head-- and he found her diligence endearing. Though Lest mainly knew her through club work alone, he was ever the social butterfly. He just needed to catch her at the right time.

He leaned on first floor windowsill, as he coolly held up a bottle of orange juice in her line of vision.

“‘Was thinking about calling you up for a break, actually,” He gestured to his smartphone with a soft grin. “But since you’re around, do you have time to chat? It never hurts to take a breather once in a while.”

“I’ve got some orange juice with your name on it.♪ ”

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Lest’s Moving Castle || OPEN

“Hm...  ♪” Lest hummed gently to himself as he picked up any left over trash or scraps from the cafeteria tables after school. Though his demeanor was soft and pleasant, his cleaning habits were certainly a force of nature. Apron on and gloves pulled tightly by the cusps, he was already lifting 3 full trash bags under his arms and strolling seamlessly across both ends of the cafeteria. A relaxed smile graced his lips as he took some virtue out of doing a little good for the rest of the student body. It was also just fun, you know? Clean up didn’t need to be so bad if you knew how to make it worth your while.

“Wouldn’t it be nice if we were older... ♫” He sung under his breath to himself.

He always tended to out do himself. It wasn’t so much of a competition with the other Clean Up Club members as it was a competition with himself. He just liked the feeling of a job well done. And he certainly did more and more each time he came in for a clean. Lest had already emptied out most of the trash cans and left the bags to the side to carry them out to the dumpsters later. He had even dusted the storefront stalls and the condiment tables. And he was about to wipe down the tables when he saw someone arrive. Wiping the sweat off his brow with a sleeve, he waved gently at them.

“Hey there! Did you need a hand?”

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Pure Parkour || Lest & Mark

@marcusmarkandthefunkybunch

“Awww.... come here, Domino,” he teased the kitten gently with a feather as it rolled around. Ever since he realized Frey and Jamie had been hiding a cat in their dormitory, he had taken every chance he could get to coax the cutie out of hiding. It approached curiously, reaching out to bat the feather a few times. After a minute or two of teasing the kitten, Lest put aside the feather and picked her up gently in both hands. “Upsie daisy, now! While your owners are out Domino, how’s about going on a trip?” 

“Aren’t you tired of being cooped up in here all the time?” It wasn’t like this was the first time he took the cat out... it just looked a little stuffy staying in the dorms all day and night. He could empathize, sincerely. He brought the cat up to his face and pouted playfully. It meowed and put a paw on his face in response, and he couldn’t help but widen his starry eyes. He gasped gently at the touch, as amusement danced over his face. “I have been blessed.”

"That settles it. I, Sir Lest Pastforiere, will take you where ever you please!” Lest set the kitten in a gym bag and strolled off to the front of the dorms. And that was pretty much it. Haha. “Okay, just kidding, your highness. We can’t go far from home, alright? So this is as far as I can take you.”

He watched carefully as Domino popped its head out of the gym bag. One paw out. And then the other. When all four touched the ground, she made a break for it-- A fluff ball of a lightning bolt. He could feel his heart jump to his throat, before willing himself to calm down. “Wh-- Hey! Domino... Get back here!” 

Lest’s dashed his heart out, praying for his legs to take off like the wind. And then there was a blur of blonde that obtruded his line of sight. Luckily, he could keep himself level headed, even at a time like this. “Excuse me-- Sorry!” He swerved smoothly, right before he could hit the kid in a full body collision, and kept running. Turning his head to salute the kid, he tossed out an apologetic smile. “Sorry--! The cat’s out of the bag.”

He kept dashing further and further away from the dorm grounds. Though Lest had turned his head away, he called out into the wind to address the kid directly. “I’ll be back! Don’t tell the teach, okay?” 

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Nevermore || Frey & Lest

@sayalittlefreyr

“Uhh... Right. This looks like the place!” Lest took a quick once over at the information packet and matched it to the little number plate on the wall. The key slid in with a succinct CLICK, as he turned the door knob. He shyly peaked a head in to see if anyone was home, glancing about silently before taking the plunge. Huh, Lest really had to thank his parents in the letter back to them someday for finally letting him go. Because he felt like he just hit the jackpot...! It wasn’t like the place was insanely fancy, per say, but he had to admit there was more life in this packed dormitory than his place back home. And that was saying something! Considering that no one was even here...

He laughed to himself, as he carried his bags off one shoulder and strolled around a bit. He tilted his head at all the indoor plants on one side of the place. Guess the same person also had a book shelf, with all the books aligned either alphabetically or by size of the binding. Had to hand it to the dude for being so meticulous. And though he could only take so much as a glimpse at the other areas, it just felt like their personalities reflected off every inch of the place. He wondered if people would be able to find pieces of himself in that place one day. If one day, he could call the place home. 

In any case, he shook his head abruptly, scolding himself for rudely intruding on another’s personal space. “Sorry, buddy!” He whispered to no one in particular, as he bowed his head to a potted flower in apology. He clapped his hands up pleadingly, as though begging for forgiveness. Lest chuckled quietly at his own antics, slipping his hair behind an ear nonchalantly. “Tell your owner I didn’t mean to snoop, alright--?” 

Suddenly, he heard a faint creak from the floor and he pivoted on his heels to meet the source of the noise face to face. A smile glowed warmly on his lips.  Had someone been here all along? If Lest was any other person, he’d probably be self-conscious... or at least, a bit less shameless about roaming around the room with curiously bright eyes. Too bad, though. Lest was Lest, through and through. A natural. 

And his gaze was met by a girl, with eyes like emerald drops and hair of silk jade. 

“Hey there, it’s nice to meet you! My name’s Lest Pastforeire... What’s yours?”

His voice was so sweet it sounded it was smiling itself. Lest could only assume her name was probably as bright as she was. He offered up an eager hand to shake her’s.  “Please take care of me, haha!” 

“I’ll be here for you from now on if you need me, alright?”