#iataeyong

[kevinvytr-blog]

Hiding, Kind of

With some luck, he’d happened across the library and everything was wood and warmth and orderly clutter and a small, secret part of him loved every bit of it. With a small hum of contentment, he climbed the library steps and could already smell the dusty pages of books. It was almost disorienting, but it was mostly delightful.

Still, he kept his head down until he reached the study desks, taking in the soft browns of the atmosphere. His fingers grazed the glossed surface of the first desk he came across and again, there was that pleasant hum. He did it without thinking, really, and gravitated toward the farthermost desk, way off in the corner. Kevin, after so many years of already deviating from the norm, never was bothered much by doing strange things if they made him happy and hell, if it was crawling under the desk and tucking in his knees to squint at his textbook alone, he’d do it. So... he did, and it was comfortable and he wished, just a little bit, that he could live in the library forever. Coffee would have been nice, though.

@taeyong-ia

[kevinvytr-blog]

Tae blinked a little, his eyes widening as the other jumped.  Nibbling his bottom lip, he tucked his hair back.  “Ah, I am sorry that I startled you.”  He said, smiling what he hoped appeared to be an unthreatening smile.  The alien worried, vaguely, that he appeared a little too aggressively in his enthusiasm.  With a quieter, less keyed up voice, he continued.  “I am Taeyong, I hope that you like it here.  Most people are really sweet.”  

Kevin’s arms slowly went from tugging to a protective crossed position, though really, the other wasn’t doing anything threatening. It was more that Kevin had trouble suspending his disbelief that ‘most people’ were ‘really sweet.’ With a small bow of his head, he said, “Nice to meet you—” with his own name on the tip of his tongue. Instead of saying it, he cringed, and hedged. “You can call me whatever you want.” In hindsight, he probably should have said that differently, since he really wouldn’t want to be called something completely nasty, but honestly, anything was better than being called Kevin if he could manage it. Writing it on assignments so far was bad enough.

@taeyong-ia

[kevinvytr-blog]

Tae noted the new face and the hallway and shifted his way through to greet him. "Hey, you are new yes? Welcome to Insolitus!"

The only comparable experience Kevin had was when he was at the orphanage. He’d see someone in a rotten mood and try to duck out of the way, but their eyes would latch on and they would swoop in like a wolf in sheep’s clothing. Here, he didn’t know what was behind the wool. “Mm,” he replied, the sound jumping out of him like he’d been given a small, electric shock. His hands tugged listless, suddenly lost, at the hem of his shirt, and though he’d really rather he hadn’t been singled out at all, he said, “Thanks.” whilst badly wishing he could retreat into a corner.