They get along so well...
Location: Art Room
Characters: Riku apathetic_dark and Roxas emo_paints
Status: Complete
Warnings: ...No?
Oh goddamnit how he hated it when a bunch of girls got together and had the burning desire to tackle him, steal some articles of clothing, and sell them on eBay. Or put them up in some weird excuse for a shrine they had in their closet. There was no reasoning with people when they got themselves into a frenzy. It seemed the case in almost anything; once someone went nuts it didn't matter what was said or done, you were screwed. And Riku didn't much like the notion of being hunted down like wild game and stripped by a bunch of giggling airheads.
Sure, they'd like to take his pants, but there was no way in hell that was going to happen. Screw you, eBay.
And rounding a corner he darted into the first doorway he spotted, slamming it shut and hearing the inane babble audibly pass the room. He took a moment to catch his breath before walking further in, looking for another door so he could move right along with his ever so lovely day. If he could he'd just go the way of home-school, but the problem was then someone would know about his mother. Couldn't have that. No, he was a heartless bastard.
Roxas wasn't a stranger to the hoards that had the disgusting tendency to flock after the older male with some brainwashed desire or another, given he had been stopped once or twice in the hall because of them. And though he was in no means Riku's zoo keeper - which they seemed to think he was, considering they always asked where the guy was - he pitied the poor soul who may have been.
So it wasn't any surprise to hear the familiar rush of female voices in the corridor, and after giving the art's room door a quick glance with consideration to lock it, he retreated into the back room to grab his canvas. It wasn't likely they'd come storming in without a previous reason, unless they chanced to mistake a silhouette for their beloved.
However, as he heard the door open and shut from the other room, his grip upon the canvas tightened and he pushed aside a pulse of pale irritation. Thus, retreating back to chase away what stray females there may have been, he paused at the familiar figure before his brow gradually hiked. What was this? The lone prince was escaping his suitors? "Having trouble beating them back, I see... Pathetic, as usual." He proceeded across the room, and placed his canvas on the easel.
Riku tilted his head in slight, as though he'd picked up on a distant sound but was unsure what exactly he'd just heard. And clearly did not care much as his expression did not change at all in response to the blonde's quip. It wasn't as though the other's thoughts mattered, and he certainly didn't care what he was taking about.
"If only I were as pathetic as those who take cheap jabs..." He mused aloud, strolling through the room as though he could possibly care what any of the works were, though really he could appreciate nothing but the art itself, as most people were merely tools and praise would ruin them. He hated to see that really, but it was the way of the world. If someone had talent and was acknowledged, how often did they sell out? Always. Just always.
And he had no appreciation for people, only their abilities. Though, wanting to repel absolutely everyone there were so very few that he might pay attention to at all. Mostly those that could not notice him when he chose to do so.
"Are you one to practice cheap jabs often?" Roxas supplied as he resisted the initial desire to roll his eyes. Rather, staring at the empty slate of material with some consideration, he propped a hand against his hip before turning his attention to regard the other male. With a slight frown creasing his lips, he observed his wandering before giving a slight sigh, and simply shaking his head.
"If you're looking for a place to hide from your lackeys, try somewhere else. You make art distasteful," the blonde remarked, discovering that he did not at all like the biting tone he had taken. But it seemed inevitable with the other in his company... There was simply something about him he couldn't remotely stand, let alone try to stomach at a lesser amount. How those girls even managed to like him, he didn't know... Couldn't they see he was nothing but a fake? What was there to like?
"Perhaps you shouldn't speak to yourself aloud. I understand many famous artists were insane, but it's not all that impressive in modern eyes." Riku cast the remark blandly, gaze drifting over various pieces as he made his way through the room as though strolling through a park. Of course reality simply was that he'd prefer to be gone from the room.
The more he lingered anywhere the more likely the fanatics were to locate him. Fine enough that he rarely had time to himself but being hunted was not his idea of a good time. Not in the slightest. "It's only an audience that determines something is distasteful. Purely subjective." Still yet he was definitely en route to the door. "Artists don't get to bitch about it."
Ignoring the present company seemed to be the best choice option, but as Roxas lifted his gaze from the empty canvas to mark his progress toward the door, he couldn't help but frown. With such high standing comments concerning art, one would assume he at least had a pale interest in it... A disgusting idea to realize, the blonde would rationalize as he calmly placed his brush aside, and awaited for the ever-so-adored silhouette of a male to leave. He was beginning to regret ever coming in so early if it meant having to deal with goats of popularity. Honestly, how anyone even thought he was remotely attractive...
"...You're a model, aren't you?" The thought came to him rather suddenly; the idea fit. Riku was the ego to fill the entire campus, and he seemed entirely stuck on himself.. Plus with his figure, he could only bet that to some extent or another, he was being dragged through the mud of such a "flattering" career. It only supported the fact he was a fake.. A phony.
Though highly tempted to ask why Scribble boy should give a shit, Riku was aware that'd reflect something about him that definitely didn't fit the image he portrayed, and he certainly wasn't going to spoil something he'd worked rather hard to maintain. Much as he might've disliked it, there wasn't anything to be done about it if he wanted to earn enough money. And like any other person he certainly needed that if he wanted to accomplish much of anything.
"...What about it?" Perhaps he'd get a very clever remark about his occupation and how many brain cells he could possibly need in order to sit there and look pretty. That was always a riot. "Striking up conversation isn't conducive to me leaving, Scribbles."
Selectively ignoring the latter comment Riku supplied, Roxas deliberated for a long instant, brows furrowed with his concentration. An arm folded over his chest in a careless manner, he balanced his elbow against the loose fist, his opposite hand raised near his chin. It was a stupid idea, truly, and he knew in the end it wouldn't better his mood in the long run, however...
He'd already established he knew Riku was far from genuine in anything he did. There had also appeared to be a moment of temporary hesitation to whatever initial response he may have wished to give. Far from entertaining, but certainly expected. It seemed the entire school was more or less under the crutch that Riku was some magnificent individual, which of course, he certainly was not. He was a pompous ass as far as Roxas was concerned, and he'd soon trust a word he may have said as he'd fall to his knees, and grovel at the other male's feet... But the fact he was a model was promising. He could sit still for long periods of time, and possibly be demanded ot keep his mouth shut...
And Roxas did need a model... This could work in his favor. "...Could you model for some paintings?" God, he was going to sound like an idiot.
"I could but the real question is whether I would or not." Riku was starting to wonder if this guy had some masochistic issues, as clearly he wouldn't ask such a thing unless he'd some kind of ideas in that blonde head of his. And he'd already expressed the extreme dislike that Riku had aimed for, and that took far less effort to hammer in than it usually did. Sadly it was even easier to charm the pants off of most people but he hadn't any pity for idiots that believed whatever came easiest.
Still, strange that the guy was bothering with something like that. Maybe he really was a masochist. Being insulted with every other syllable was not something that most would find a means to prolong. In fact most of those who were of healthy mind would strive to avoid such things.
And many didn't invite the company of people they'd declared fake, as well.
That was certainly true, Roxas mused, albeit disgruntedly. Already the very idea of keeping Riku in his company by choice was seeming nothing short of ludicrious, but he knew all too well the benefits that may serve from it. True, he needed a subject for his art project, and one who may have a flexible schedule... If it were a student, that was likely the easiest choice - assuming the gathered models by the teacher herself weren't already prepared to make that commitment. However... If he managed to convince the other male to take part in the project, not only could he complete the task at hand but also... Expose the ass for what he was.
"You wouldn't have to worry about your... Follows," Roxas stated after a moment, picking up his paintbrush to regard it in an absent nature. "People aren't allowed in the art rooms unless they're the artist or the model.. It'd be a safe zone."
That was assuming Riku hadn't his own means, which to some extent he did, as long as he was clever about his timing. He wasn't particularly fond of the pursuit of subject, all things considered. If he were slightly more arrogant he'd assume his looks had managed to weaken the attitude he'd berated this guy with but likely that wasn't what was doing this. Perhaps the blonde thought he was some kind of mastermind, but Riku was used to people having some sort of motives, and ones that insisted he was fake certainly must have something going on.
"And I've terrible need of one of those..." Riku rolled his eyes, only speculating on what might be garnered out of this aside from something the other must've thought he was clever enough to do.
If Roxas were of the general hoards that seemed to drool over Riku's very existence, he may have thought himself clever with his scheming. However, with some idea that Riku would have a vague idea or another concerning his line of thinking - given, it was quite obviously he didn't give a flying rat's ass over what happened to him - the blonde didn't feel entirely rejected. Silently as he placed the brush back upon the void palette, paint to yet neglect the wooden surface, he simply resumed a slack position as he watched the other male.
"Doubtfully, but it's an available scape-goat if worse come to ends," he replied, and leaving the easel, progressed to the opposite side of the room. With the selective distance between he and the ass, he gave a slight sigh, and simply shook his head. Already, he was speaking far more out of his general character... A disgusting trait, he'd figure.
Riku wasn't particularly interested in this form of arrangement, though he doubted that he was going to have an easy time sidestepping it repeatedly. Though what to do about it was beyond him for a few moments, watching the blonde retreated for several moments before he turned his attention back to some of the artwork on the walls, giving it a bland gaze if nothing else.
"I'll take it under consideration." Truly, he wasn't vain enough to fancy someone painting an image of the mask he wore, and it there were anything more to it than that he would be astonished. There was only one person whose feelings even mattered, so no point dealing with the emotions of posers.
At least it wasn't a no. Having taken to staring out the window for a few moments, he pushed away from the choice perch, and silently, crossed toward the doorway. Business had been handled, and there was no real desire to keep company with the other male. Work wasn't getting done as it were. Thus, opening the door, he turned toward Riku and made a obvious gesture for him to leave, though paused as he heard a familiar stampede of all too eager feet coming down the corridor.
Hence, with a slight sigh and a roll of his eyes toward the ceiling, he gave the other male a debating look before stepping out into the hall, closing the door quietly behind him in result. There was some squealing to be heard - not coming from the blonde by any mean, nor intended for his person - and while he assured the dimwitted girls that no, he hadn't seen Riku, nor did he think he'd be interested in art, he weas mentally shaking his head. To think he'd deal with such trivial matters. However, at a short discussion, and they taking his word, they made a quick retreat and he waited until they were well out of sight. Stepping back into the room, his deed completed - not out of pity for the male, but rather the poor attention those girls lavished upon them so... Such wasted fancy - he proceeded back to his easel and took the palette to litter with paint. "Leave please."
Of course, by the time Scribbles had gone out to deal with the dark hoarde, Riku was already seeking out alternative means of escape. He hadn't any intention to stick around even if he hadn't heard his impending doom from beyond that door. The blonde's presence didn't hold much if any appeal to him and getting out had been his express intent from the moment he knew the other was in the room he'd darted into. Pacing the length of the room as he was without the company, Riku contemplated one of his less common but still useful means of escape, and was already halfway out a window by the time the blonde had returned.
"Way ahead of you." He replied, slipping out of sight and sticking his hands in his pockets when he landed and stood, wandering along as though he hadn't just pulled some overly dramatic maneuvers in order to avoid a bunch of loud fangirls.
That... Was certainly unexpected. Having come into the room with the sight of Riku hanging out the window, Roxas initial reaction had been the hopes that he would fall. But recalling that ill will toward others, no matter how up-tight they may have been, was far from a healthy practice, he mused the means of this escape without the real intention to dwell upon it. However, as the other slipped from sight, and he was left to regard the empty window, the youth would simply move to close the window, then back to close the door, and resume his previous activity.
Hopefully, this time.. It'd go without unnecessary distractions.
Characters: Riku apathetic_dark and Roxas emo_paints
Status: Complete
Warnings: ...No?
Oh goddamnit how he hated it when a bunch of girls got together and had the burning desire to tackle him, steal some articles of clothing, and sell them on eBay. Or put them up in some weird excuse for a shrine they had in their closet. There was no reasoning with people when they got themselves into a frenzy. It seemed the case in almost anything; once someone went nuts it didn't matter what was said or done, you were screwed. And Riku didn't much like the notion of being hunted down like wild game and stripped by a bunch of giggling airheads.
Sure, they'd like to take his pants, but there was no way in hell that was going to happen. Screw you, eBay.
And rounding a corner he darted into the first doorway he spotted, slamming it shut and hearing the inane babble audibly pass the room. He took a moment to catch his breath before walking further in, looking for another door so he could move right along with his ever so lovely day. If he could he'd just go the way of home-school, but the problem was then someone would know about his mother. Couldn't have that. No, he was a heartless bastard.
Roxas wasn't a stranger to the hoards that had the disgusting tendency to flock after the older male with some brainwashed desire or another, given he had been stopped once or twice in the hall because of them. And though he was in no means Riku's zoo keeper - which they seemed to think he was, considering they always asked where the guy was - he pitied the poor soul who may have been.
So it wasn't any surprise to hear the familiar rush of female voices in the corridor, and after giving the art's room door a quick glance with consideration to lock it, he retreated into the back room to grab his canvas. It wasn't likely they'd come storming in without a previous reason, unless they chanced to mistake a silhouette for their beloved.
However, as he heard the door open and shut from the other room, his grip upon the canvas tightened and he pushed aside a pulse of pale irritation. Thus, retreating back to chase away what stray females there may have been, he paused at the familiar figure before his brow gradually hiked. What was this? The lone prince was escaping his suitors? "Having trouble beating them back, I see... Pathetic, as usual." He proceeded across the room, and placed his canvas on the easel.
Riku tilted his head in slight, as though he'd picked up on a distant sound but was unsure what exactly he'd just heard. And clearly did not care much as his expression did not change at all in response to the blonde's quip. It wasn't as though the other's thoughts mattered, and he certainly didn't care what he was taking about.
"If only I were as pathetic as those who take cheap jabs..." He mused aloud, strolling through the room as though he could possibly care what any of the works were, though really he could appreciate nothing but the art itself, as most people were merely tools and praise would ruin them. He hated to see that really, but it was the way of the world. If someone had talent and was acknowledged, how often did they sell out? Always. Just always.
And he had no appreciation for people, only their abilities. Though, wanting to repel absolutely everyone there were so very few that he might pay attention to at all. Mostly those that could not notice him when he chose to do so.
"Are you one to practice cheap jabs often?" Roxas supplied as he resisted the initial desire to roll his eyes. Rather, staring at the empty slate of material with some consideration, he propped a hand against his hip before turning his attention to regard the other male. With a slight frown creasing his lips, he observed his wandering before giving a slight sigh, and simply shaking his head.
"If you're looking for a place to hide from your lackeys, try somewhere else. You make art distasteful," the blonde remarked, discovering that he did not at all like the biting tone he had taken. But it seemed inevitable with the other in his company... There was simply something about him he couldn't remotely stand, let alone try to stomach at a lesser amount. How those girls even managed to like him, he didn't know... Couldn't they see he was nothing but a fake? What was there to like?
"Perhaps you shouldn't speak to yourself aloud. I understand many famous artists were insane, but it's not all that impressive in modern eyes." Riku cast the remark blandly, gaze drifting over various pieces as he made his way through the room as though strolling through a park. Of course reality simply was that he'd prefer to be gone from the room.
The more he lingered anywhere the more likely the fanatics were to locate him. Fine enough that he rarely had time to himself but being hunted was not his idea of a good time. Not in the slightest. "It's only an audience that determines something is distasteful. Purely subjective." Still yet he was definitely en route to the door. "Artists don't get to bitch about it."
Ignoring the present company seemed to be the best choice option, but as Roxas lifted his gaze from the empty canvas to mark his progress toward the door, he couldn't help but frown. With such high standing comments concerning art, one would assume he at least had a pale interest in it... A disgusting idea to realize, the blonde would rationalize as he calmly placed his brush aside, and awaited for the ever-so-adored silhouette of a male to leave. He was beginning to regret ever coming in so early if it meant having to deal with goats of popularity. Honestly, how anyone even thought he was remotely attractive...
"...You're a model, aren't you?" The thought came to him rather suddenly; the idea fit. Riku was the ego to fill the entire campus, and he seemed entirely stuck on himself.. Plus with his figure, he could only bet that to some extent or another, he was being dragged through the mud of such a "flattering" career. It only supported the fact he was a fake.. A phony.
Though highly tempted to ask why Scribble boy should give a shit, Riku was aware that'd reflect something about him that definitely didn't fit the image he portrayed, and he certainly wasn't going to spoil something he'd worked rather hard to maintain. Much as he might've disliked it, there wasn't anything to be done about it if he wanted to earn enough money. And like any other person he certainly needed that if he wanted to accomplish much of anything.
"...What about it?" Perhaps he'd get a very clever remark about his occupation and how many brain cells he could possibly need in order to sit there and look pretty. That was always a riot. "Striking up conversation isn't conducive to me leaving, Scribbles."
Selectively ignoring the latter comment Riku supplied, Roxas deliberated for a long instant, brows furrowed with his concentration. An arm folded over his chest in a careless manner, he balanced his elbow against the loose fist, his opposite hand raised near his chin. It was a stupid idea, truly, and he knew in the end it wouldn't better his mood in the long run, however...
He'd already established he knew Riku was far from genuine in anything he did. There had also appeared to be a moment of temporary hesitation to whatever initial response he may have wished to give. Far from entertaining, but certainly expected. It seemed the entire school was more or less under the crutch that Riku was some magnificent individual, which of course, he certainly was not. He was a pompous ass as far as Roxas was concerned, and he'd soon trust a word he may have said as he'd fall to his knees, and grovel at the other male's feet... But the fact he was a model was promising. He could sit still for long periods of time, and possibly be demanded ot keep his mouth shut...
And Roxas did need a model... This could work in his favor. "...Could you model for some paintings?" God, he was going to sound like an idiot.
"I could but the real question is whether I would or not." Riku was starting to wonder if this guy had some masochistic issues, as clearly he wouldn't ask such a thing unless he'd some kind of ideas in that blonde head of his. And he'd already expressed the extreme dislike that Riku had aimed for, and that took far less effort to hammer in than it usually did. Sadly it was even easier to charm the pants off of most people but he hadn't any pity for idiots that believed whatever came easiest.
Still, strange that the guy was bothering with something like that. Maybe he really was a masochist. Being insulted with every other syllable was not something that most would find a means to prolong. In fact most of those who were of healthy mind would strive to avoid such things.
And many didn't invite the company of people they'd declared fake, as well.
That was certainly true, Roxas mused, albeit disgruntedly. Already the very idea of keeping Riku in his company by choice was seeming nothing short of ludicrious, but he knew all too well the benefits that may serve from it. True, he needed a subject for his art project, and one who may have a flexible schedule... If it were a student, that was likely the easiest choice - assuming the gathered models by the teacher herself weren't already prepared to make that commitment. However... If he managed to convince the other male to take part in the project, not only could he complete the task at hand but also... Expose the ass for what he was.
"You wouldn't have to worry about your... Follows," Roxas stated after a moment, picking up his paintbrush to regard it in an absent nature. "People aren't allowed in the art rooms unless they're the artist or the model.. It'd be a safe zone."
That was assuming Riku hadn't his own means, which to some extent he did, as long as he was clever about his timing. He wasn't particularly fond of the pursuit of subject, all things considered. If he were slightly more arrogant he'd assume his looks had managed to weaken the attitude he'd berated this guy with but likely that wasn't what was doing this. Perhaps the blonde thought he was some kind of mastermind, but Riku was used to people having some sort of motives, and ones that insisted he was fake certainly must have something going on.
"And I've terrible need of one of those..." Riku rolled his eyes, only speculating on what might be garnered out of this aside from something the other must've thought he was clever enough to do.
If Roxas were of the general hoards that seemed to drool over Riku's very existence, he may have thought himself clever with his scheming. However, with some idea that Riku would have a vague idea or another concerning his line of thinking - given, it was quite obviously he didn't give a flying rat's ass over what happened to him - the blonde didn't feel entirely rejected. Silently as he placed the brush back upon the void palette, paint to yet neglect the wooden surface, he simply resumed a slack position as he watched the other male.
"Doubtfully, but it's an available scape-goat if worse come to ends," he replied, and leaving the easel, progressed to the opposite side of the room. With the selective distance between he and the ass, he gave a slight sigh, and simply shook his head. Already, he was speaking far more out of his general character... A disgusting trait, he'd figure.
Riku wasn't particularly interested in this form of arrangement, though he doubted that he was going to have an easy time sidestepping it repeatedly. Though what to do about it was beyond him for a few moments, watching the blonde retreated for several moments before he turned his attention back to some of the artwork on the walls, giving it a bland gaze if nothing else.
"I'll take it under consideration." Truly, he wasn't vain enough to fancy someone painting an image of the mask he wore, and it there were anything more to it than that he would be astonished. There was only one person whose feelings even mattered, so no point dealing with the emotions of posers.
At least it wasn't a no. Having taken to staring out the window for a few moments, he pushed away from the choice perch, and silently, crossed toward the doorway. Business had been handled, and there was no real desire to keep company with the other male. Work wasn't getting done as it were. Thus, opening the door, he turned toward Riku and made a obvious gesture for him to leave, though paused as he heard a familiar stampede of all too eager feet coming down the corridor.
Hence, with a slight sigh and a roll of his eyes toward the ceiling, he gave the other male a debating look before stepping out into the hall, closing the door quietly behind him in result. There was some squealing to be heard - not coming from the blonde by any mean, nor intended for his person - and while he assured the dimwitted girls that no, he hadn't seen Riku, nor did he think he'd be interested in art, he weas mentally shaking his head. To think he'd deal with such trivial matters. However, at a short discussion, and they taking his word, they made a quick retreat and he waited until they were well out of sight. Stepping back into the room, his deed completed - not out of pity for the male, but rather the poor attention those girls lavished upon them so... Such wasted fancy - he proceeded back to his easel and took the palette to litter with paint. "Leave please."
Of course, by the time Scribbles had gone out to deal with the dark hoarde, Riku was already seeking out alternative means of escape. He hadn't any intention to stick around even if he hadn't heard his impending doom from beyond that door. The blonde's presence didn't hold much if any appeal to him and getting out had been his express intent from the moment he knew the other was in the room he'd darted into. Pacing the length of the room as he was without the company, Riku contemplated one of his less common but still useful means of escape, and was already halfway out a window by the time the blonde had returned.
"Way ahead of you." He replied, slipping out of sight and sticking his hands in his pockets when he landed and stood, wandering along as though he hadn't just pulled some overly dramatic maneuvers in order to avoid a bunch of loud fangirls.
That... Was certainly unexpected. Having come into the room with the sight of Riku hanging out the window, Roxas initial reaction had been the hopes that he would fall. But recalling that ill will toward others, no matter how up-tight they may have been, was far from a healthy practice, he mused the means of this escape without the real intention to dwell upon it. However, as the other slipped from sight, and he was left to regard the empty window, the youth would simply move to close the window, then back to close the door, and resume his previous activity.
Hopefully, this time.. It'd go without unnecessary distractions.