Study, attend class, eat, and sleep–a schedule one withheld and rarely deviated from its path of least resistance. It wasn’t that Scarlet didn’t like his teammate, they were–…fine. Loud, rambunctious, a bit of a mess, but overall, fine. He merely hadn’t the trust nor confidence yet to properly approach, to speak up among their idle conversations, or to bark when they were interrupting much needed time to oneself.
–That, though, is what the courtyard was for; a place to metaphorically stretch ones wings, and gain much needed air to clear mind after a long day of academics. Not one to shirk his duties already had Scarlet finished essays and work sheets, merely leaving the dorm empty to Sun’s own space. Though never would Macaw approach fellow Faunus of it, it wasn’t particularly difficult to note Sun’s slower work, or the flicker of frustration one may catch in reading eyes. He deserved a bit of space, and quiet to work.
Yet eventually, Scarlet’s time alone slowly came to close as one picked himself up, grabbed discarded coat to sling over shoulder, and returned back to the halls of Haven. A soft click of boots, a pause before dorm-rooms threshold, and upon slipping inside does voice ring in his ears, eyes of emerald catching the pair that looked back.
Roughened murmur, throat quickly cleared; yet, instead of scurrying away to ones own bunk, Macaw takes cautious steps toward Sun’s, if only curious to how Simian’s time alone benefited his work-flow. One that–…well, was hidden by textbook, and a crimson brow quirks in quiet wonder.
his mother always told him he should never be ashamed- of who he was, how he grew up, what he did to survive - but there is indeed a well of it nestled at the core of his stomach because what kind of team leader could he be if he could barely read? he still has no idea. all that unbridled confidence he usually boasts sits in front of insecurities he’s never been able to truly bury. they’re always there, just below the surface.
scarlet comes closer instead of heading to his own bunk, and simian feels as though he’s about to be caught doing something wrong. instead of addressing anything potentially exposing or emotional, sun goes the route he always does and plays it off.
“yea, i’m thinkin’ of just blowing this paper off. i can’t even think straight!” he runs a hand through blond locks, scratching a little at his scalp. the textbook slips just a little bit, enough to show the only thing sun has written on the paper is his name and the date, the month of which is spelled wrong.
“it’s still early in the year, i got time to make up some missed marks. wanna split and get some pizza?”
