#haytham;

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FMK: Arno, James, Haytham

oh god. well, kill james just because i’m not familiar with him. but– um… if i had to choose… fuck arno, marry haytham. 

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curiosity; ash + haytham

     Ash knew she was a little bit -- maybe a lot -- ADD. At least she tried to keep herself from getting distracted in class. Today, however, was not going to be her best day. She was in her math class, glancing back and forth at the problem the professor had written on the board while she worked through the solution in her notebook -- the same page of which was dotted with a variety of aimless doodles, mind you -- when she just so happened to glance the patch of permanent ink that decorated the left wrist of the boy in front of her. Instantly, she knew it was going to haunt her thoughts for the rest of the period, if not the day. There was something about permanently marking oneself that fascinated her beyond the ancient cultural roots of the practice. She believed that tattoos always had stories behind them, that they possessed important memories. It wasn’t really her business to go asking after those things, but she simply couldn’t help herself. 

As soon as the class let out, she shoved her notebook and pencils into her messenger bag, threw the strap over her shoulder, and hurried out of the room to catch up with the boy before he disappeared into the halls and the mystery of his tattoo floated around in her mind forever. She caught sight of him not too far down the hall and quickened her pace to catch up with him, her sneakers scuffing slightly on the floor as she did so. When she did reach him, she gingerly tapped his shoulder, trying not to seem overeager or creepy or anything like that, and offered a smile that hinted at her curiosity. “Hey! Ah... I don’t believe we’ve met, but we are in the same math class, and -- pardon my weirdness -- I couldn’t help wondering about that tattoo on your wrist. It’s strange, I know; they’re just incredibly fascinating to me and I had to ask about before it drove me crazy for the rest of the day. If you could spare a few minutes, I would totally make it worth your while -- and by that I mean I’ll like... buy you food or something?” Wow, she thought to herself, couldn’t come off any stranger than that, could you? 

Sighing, she raked a hand back through her magenta-dyed hair and chuckled at her own embarrassment. “Oh gods... I’m sorry. I’m doing this totally wrong...” After taking a second to recompose herself, she held out her hand to him, and tried again. “Hi. I’m Ash. Your tattoo is cool. Would you mind talking about it in a casual and hopefully not awkward manner?”