VINCENT HART // #b1a27e
A look of confusion crossed Vincent’s face as he heard a loud crash, but embarrassment soon followed as Reina came tumbling after.
A quick glance told him that yes, she was in a compromising position, and no she didn’t seem to mind. He tore his gaze away and flushed. Vincent tried to appear cool but the red tint and shifty gaze reminded him he was failing spectacularly. Why couldn’t he ever act how he wanted?
He only turned around upon hearing Emery give a lecture on how Reina should be punished and the only thought that could cross Vincent’s mind was, ‘Maybe it was an accident.’ As Reina then squirmed in Emery’s lap requesting photos he knew then that he had been naive.
“M-maybe Raven doesn’t want to be kissed?” His statement should have been loud and clear but it came out as a question with a quivering voice. Maybe he’ll do better one day, though. Sigh. Probably not.
As Jane however offered Emery a deal, herself for Reina, Vincent did not notice as Luca began to wobble his way to his gym clothing. Such was the reason why he was shocked as suddenly Luca grabbed hold of is shirt and they both began to fall. On instinct Vincent wrapped his arms around him - one arm on his torso and the other cradling his head. He had vaguely heard a hasty sorry as they were falling, but it had been ignored as the pain that shot up his back was numbed his mind.
Vincent opened his eyes and cradled between his legs and resting on his chest was the impassive gaze of Luca. He felt his face flush in embarrassment, and mentally berated himself at his inability to catch him on time. A better person would have. Luca however turned his concern to the fact Reina was still in the room.
“A-are you, um, okay?” he asked trying to keep himself composed, “I’m so s-sorry I couldn’t catch you.” Vincent did not let him go as his worry preceded any social conventions that would remind him of such.
LILITH ARONOV // #8597c6
Great. Lilith loved being wet.
“You know, I didn’t bring a change of clothing,” she stated harshly as Roxy and herself were climbing through the air vents for god knows what reason. If they were trying to get out of the locker room couldn’t they just go through the door? Why the hell were they in such a cramped space with clothing that were soaking wet. Disgusting.
Her question was answered however when they finally arrived at the boy’s locker room. Reina and Jane were down below, and both seemed to be as nonpusslled as Lilith would have imagined them to be. Oh right, they were fucking weirdos. How could she forget.
The little voice inside her head that stated, ‘at least they’re my weirdos,’ was ignored as a sudden commotion down below took place. Taking that as her cue to leave the vent Lilith did so with unexpected agility and wondered if Roxy would follow. As well, although Roxy had asked Zan to follow, Lilith was unsure if she did.
“Fucking finally,” she breathed out.
Now that she was finally out of the dank air vent she zipped her jacket off and wrung it out on the floor. Great, all of her other clothing wet as well still and no way in Hell was she changing in the guys locker room. She would just have to suffer.
The low but apologetic voice of Vincent took Lilith out of her musings and finally she understood why there had been a loud thud. Luca was in a compromising position with Vincent and not only that - no, it was never that simple - but they had the unfortunate timing of having Reina in the room as well.
The sound of metal rolling on the floor caught her attention and God - was that a metal dildo?
“What kind of gay porn was happening here?” she asked loudly not bothering to hide her confused disgust. It was that moment however when Raven came out from the depths of who the fuck knows and began vehemently mumbling his disagreement to whatever, and how he would jump off the nearest building. “I would follow you, but I’d die with questions in my mind.”
Raven appeared to be leaving however and Lilith thought that was a splendid idea, but she wasn’t about to go if Roxy wasn’t. And that was despite the fact that her clothing would dry much more quickly if it wasn’t subjected to teenage hormones and the awful stench of overpowering cologne.
Ah, friendship.
