Scaredy Cat

They say the world is built for two, and there's no reason to live unless someone is loving you. { indie oc }

[darkkou]

     Public restrooms were scary. Men with peeping eyes and men with scolding glances. Men making small talk. It was Kou’s worst nightmare, and the main reason why he used a stall to take care of business rather than a urinal. He was zipping up, hand reaching for the handle, when he heard a voice. Someone talking to another individual… telling them they were the man? Kou raised an eyebrow and flushed before easing open the door. He peeked his head out to find another male, talking to himself in the mirror. He stood behind him in the mirror, eyes confused and a little curious, though not judgmental.

[ruralintegrity-blog]

                                 Just because August was able to show affection towards himself freely, didn't mean he was thrilled about doing so while another individual was near. He jumped, when his eyes focused on a person standing behind him in the mirror, effectively loosing balance and hitting his hip against the wet sink counter. Hissing, August held the bone, trying to ease the sudden pain. Face flushed, he turned around, facing the male to fumble out nonsense. "It's not what it looks like!" Actually, it's exactly what it looks like. He's not sure what to say in this situation, so he'll go for the classic RomCom line.

[ruralintegrity-blog]

                                 Sometimes, you have to force yourself to accept the positive things about your own person. It's easy to be down on yourself, but not easy to appreciate yourself, is what August's mother always used to tell him. So, now, after receiving an A on his biology course exam, he's practically oozing with self-satisfaction. Standing in front of a public bathroom mirror, he decided to give himself a pep talk. "Who's the man? You're the man!" August is the man, the man of all men. 

[infernointerra]

             "Fuck—" Fuck, fuck. What now? He really didn’t have money either but he wouldn’t let this kid in the middle of the street with a broken nose and crying. There was a very visible expression of frustration on his face and a hand was brought up to it, rubbing across the skin. "Do you have someone in your house that can cure that?" But if it’s broken, it really needs a doctor to check it. "I— Damn it." He cursed under his breath. "S-should I take you home then?" Truth be told, he had no clue of what to do at the moment and he began to get really desperated.

[ruralintegrity-blog]

                                 "M-my dorm mate is a music m-major." He's answering the question of there being someone at 'home' to whom he can refer his broken nose to; which is a no. After all, what kind of music major needs to know how to fix a broken nose? None, that's your answer. He was shaking a bit by now, incredibly scared because his face was under a lot of pain and his nose was broken. He doesn't have any money for plastic surgery, what if his nose looks disgusting for the rest of his life? He's always sort of liked his nose, after all. Before he could even think about stopping his hand, it was traveling to his nose to wipe at it--why he did that, he's not sure, probably just an instant reaction to the feeling of nasal drippage. It was followed with a great howl of pain, and if that wasn't any indication of 'yes, please take me to your house and deal with this!' then he's not sure what is. 

[infernointerra]

           Having the experience of a broken nose before, Tatsumaki could relate with the feel of pain the other was in at the moment. But— Alert, red code, he’s crying. I repeat, there’s tears. Truth be hold, the young male had no clue what to do when someone else started crying and that could get him desperated even. “A-ahh— No, don’t cry, hold on.” Hands going in front of him and making weird gestures in the air until he remembered there was something he could do in this situation. “C’mon, I’ll take you to the hospital.” And without even waiting for the other to agree, he nearly dragged the other with a hand holding his arm and the other pressing against his back, guiding him down the street to the nearest place. Why he wouldn’t pay for a taxi? Actually, he didn’t have money for it. Ugh.

[ruralintegrity-blog]

                                 August had always been a careful child, pain really wasn't in his category in tolerable things, like most people. He sprained his wrist once, when he was ten, due to a riding accident--but other than that, he preferred to keep his bones in order. He couldn't stop the tears, even though crying really wasn't going to help anything--especially when his nose began to run and he would have to blow it. He wasn't sobbing or anything, just a few steady tears, because it hurt, thank you very much. Upon feeling his person being pulled along, supposedly to the hospital, he tensed up considerably, tugging back a bit. "Uh...I can't g-go to the hospital." He paused, reaching up to wipe at tears. "I'm a poor college k-kid with no insurance." 

[okamizere-deactivated20150426]

                                    ℐt never troubles the ωolf

                                                                                 ℋow many the sheep may be.

     ⊰ 大神 ⊱     Glance darkened itself as he stared at the desirable liquid in front of his eyes, two dices of ice seemed sink into it. Already too much alcohol for him and the results were surely shown because of that. Shibui never cared about the fact with representing himself that openly, even time by time he just liked to drink a lot during his work at the host club. However, in the end it was up to those people, which were going to choose him for the night. Accepting or not the current state he would surely wear the whole time.

[ruralintegrity-blog]

                                 Now, insert a certain young man who has no idea what he's doing. Or where he is, for that matter. He had been wandering around, presumably looking quite lost, when he was suddenly bombarded with a representative outside of a shop, asking if he would like to step in and experience a night of entertainment. Well, obviously, that sounded like a good idea, besides, it was quite cold out. When August walked in, he was somewhat confused, the atmosphere didn't quite fit what he assumed (though, his assumptions immediately went to pizza buffet), but he didn't have much time before he was ushered to a table, where someone else was already occupying a seat. With furrowed brows, he tilted his head to the side, obviously befuddled with the current situation. Instead of questioning it, he simply nodded his head in a greeting. "Hi." Formalities are always a nice start. 

[infernointerra]

              The boy remained sitting upon the pavement, his body wasn’t damaged at all but once he saw the other and how his nose seemed to be bleeding a little, he actually felt bad even though he was sure this guy was already on the floor when he arrived, it hadn’t been his fault, had it? “Hey, no, no, chill.” Now that he took a good glance at him, he… Seemed like he needed a moment at the emergency room or perhaps just his own house. “Dude, I think your nose is broken.” Tatsumaki leaned closer with the intention of scanning the little wound that came with the friction against the pavement. “You alright?” Brows knitted a little.

[ruralintegrity-blog]

                                 Oh, people were staring now, and that made August feel really nervous--he's actually starting to sweat a bit. Reaching out a tad bit slippery hand, he made to pull the man upwards so they were both standing, like normal conversation-havers. "Are you sure you're fine?" He asked again, scanning his eyes over the male with worry. He didn't want to be responsible for any injuries! Upon hearing the other voice his own concerns, August was brought back into the reality that yes, his nose was hurting an immense amount. "Oh my God!" He shrieked, in a very manly tone, grabbing at his nose, only to wince at the contact. "It hurts--!" No, he will not cry. At least right now. Maybe, oh, look there's tears.

[infernointerra]

        It was too early— at least for Tatsumaki— but that didn’t stop him from using his skateboard to go around the city, careless of the crowded street that might bring problems and acciden— “Shit.” Just now, he noticed the path blocked by a body laying on the floor as he quickly turned the skateboard enough to prevent him from the incoming accident, barely making it and stumbling just inches away from the boy; finally falling on his behind due to the instability. “That was really close. Hey kid, gotta be careful, you can’t just lay down in the middle of the street. I mean— I know it’s hella early but c’mon.”

[ruralintegrity-blog]

                                 August may or may not be crying because, wow, he thinks his nose is broken. He's not even sure how it was possible that he literally did a face-plant on the cement (actually, now he's not sure why he questioned it; worse things have happened to him) and God, is that gum stuck to his shirt? Standing up, he tried to locate the voice that had been reprimanding him a few seconds ago, singling it out to be a disgruntled looking male who looked like he could probably turn August inside out with his pinky if he wanted. Gulping, he rushed over to the man, rubbing at his nose as he leaned over. "Are you alright? I'm sorry I didn't mean to trip you!"

[piantogrande-archived-blog]

                               Well, Timothy would think his life sucks as well, but he wouldn’t say that out loud if the other were to tell him that. But he would most definitely pity him - for a teenager and not having seen mean Girls yet — he must’ve had his own reasons then. “It’s …” How would he explain something such as Mean Girls to a person who’s not yet seen it “It’s complicated. But on Wednesdays, you wear pink” Or you can’t sit with us

[ruralintegrity-blog]

                                 August is really confused right now and incredibly grateful that it's Sunday. Oh, God, does he even own anything pink? If he were to be completely honest, his wardrobe was mostly neutral colors. He's a very boring guy. "I never knew this!" August is taking Timmy really seriously right now. "Are all shades of pink allowed?"

[piantogrande-archived-blog]

                               If he were one of his friends, Timmy to would laugh at that statement. Though Chicken Little is a movie about a chick, it’s so far from a chick-flick. “Try watching Mean Girls” Actually one of his favorites. Also, dumb movies like these were his favorites because they’re so light and non-serious with minimal amount of triggering issues that could brought him to either his manic or depressive episodes. 

[ruralintegrity-blog]

                                 He wasn't allowed to watch anything PG-13 at home, or really watch movies ever. Living on a farm with lots of little siblings and even more work to do, one doesn't really have time to watch a lot of movies. The only reason he saw Chicken Little was because his grandparents decided to take him to a movie for his birthday, and that was in theaters. "Mean Girls? What's that? It doesn't sound very nice..."

[maruti-bitamin]

a flower

watercolour + ink + ps texture

[ruralintegrity-blog]

                                 Can someone please explain to him why when a girl from his class asked if he liked chick-flicks and he told her that he did because Chicken Little was one of his favorite movies, she started laughing hysterically. He's so confused.

[crystalline-umbrella]

Was he just imagining things, or did this new face seem a little…hesitant? Well, best to try and soothe the disgruntled soul as much as possible.

"It’s a fine evening, isn’t it?"

[ruralintegrity-blog]

                                 "Yes, it's very..." What's the word? "Evening-y." Yes, what a perfect display of his intellect. Clearing his throat, he decided to subtly turn into the direction of questioning this man's choice of accessories. "So, uh, you going to a party or somethin'?"

[roguetalentarchive-blog]

    "Ah, whatever. I’m tired and you’re slightly annoying." He bluntly stated as he placed a hand on his forehead. He needed a nap about now. Or maybe a cup of coffee. He waved off the other’s concern. “I’ll live. I just need to rest,” Ethan said with a loud yawn.

[ruralintegrity-blog]

                                 Ouch, annoying? August is a very sensitive fellow, which could probably be gathered from his reactions to everything. He lowered his eyes before they snapped up just as quickly, seeming to remember something. "Um, could I get my bag back now?" Shifting on his feet, he held out a hand. 

[ruralintegrity-blog]

                                 And now you can see a young male, ready to start his day with a dopey smile on his face and a backpack placed high on his back. Since he's been busy ever since he moved, he decided that now on his day off, he would go sight-seeing--after all, he promised his sisters and brothers back home that he would send them lots of pictures, which he had failed to do so far. Inhaling, he stepped forward, ready to move into the hustle and bustle of a big city...only to trip over his untied shoelace and instead, ending up face first on the ground.

[roguetalentarchive-blog]

     "You thought I was…—" Out of all the lame excuses to give. And what made it worst was that Ethan was pretty sure that the male was being serious when he said that he thought that he was going to kill him. Sure, being in a big city meant more danger but that didn’t mean a killer was going to walk up every night. "Why would you think that? Because I was talking. And not to you, mind you, but to myself? That gave you good enough excuse to him me with your bag? Is that what you’re telling me?"

[ruralintegrity-blog]

                                 In his mind, it was a reasonable excuse. This is coming from the same boy who couldn't sleep for a straight week after seeing a twelve second ad on YouTube for a horror movie. "I'm really sorry!" And he was. He shook his head, face heating up from his shame. He's always been quick to do things he later regrets. "Did I hurt you?" August scurried over, deciding it was better to be concerned with the male than himself at the moment. He did have a textbook in there, after all. 

[crystalline-umbrella]

☂ ruralintegrity,

[crystalline-umbrella]

"Good evening to both of you!"

[ruralintegrity-blog]

                                 "Good...Evening." He's really trying not to freak out over little things these days, but he can't help but feel uncomfortable with that mask. 

[roguetalentarchive-blog]

       "What the hell?!" Suddenly he had a backpack flying to his face. It wasn’t too harsh, but it still hurt. Damn it, he was tired of getting hit. He hadn’t even done anything jerk worthy this time. "What was that for? I didn’t do anything." The only crime he was guilty of -beside selling his body for sex- was enjoying a night out.

[ruralintegrity-blog]

                                 Suddenly nervous laughter. Damn, he didn't mean to react so quickly, but he couldn't help it. He was a chicken when it came to things that went bump in the night, especially when he learned about all the bad things that happen in big cities. Pushing back his fringe, August tried to seem less...Awkward. Though, it wasn't working, if anything he looked even more awkward. "I'm sorry...Ha, I didn't--I thought you were going to kill me...Or something."