smash_logs | Open Log: Now with 97% more molting!

Open Log: Now with 97% more molting!

Characters: Pit, anyone
What: Pit is undergoing extreme *~bodily changes~* ~~like puberty or menstruation~~ and is losing feathers like pocket change in a holy pocket.
Where: Up to you!
When: From Saturday, September 19th to Saturday, September 26.
Warnings: PINFEATHERS. 8C Self-conscious angels? Gdit. ~~Not that he isn't going through perpetual molt already.~~

Basically, this is just a log where you can bump into Pit. Anywhere, anytime, anyone. Extra emphasis on ANYONE. You can find him in his room, you can meet him on the roof, down the halls, in between classes, in the courtyard, the common room, training at the stadium... anywhere! Just write in a date, time, and location. I will even wedge in a few starting threads to make it easier on those who can't think of a place/situation to interact with him. I should also mention that the further into the week you go, the worse his molt is. But I mean it: any excuse is good! I love tagging you guys, okay? 8C

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A certain sheen and bigger size. At least now Jeff knew what to look out for. "I see..." Shrugging, he gave into a whim and placed the feather behind his ear.

As a second thought, he wondered just how clean the feathers really were. Considering they were strewn across the room, he hoped they didn't contain any germs that could be detriment to his health. He had never actually seen Pit preen his feathers, so who knew. Then again, an image of the angel preening seemed rather ridiculous.

"Any other angel quirks I should be aware of? You know, like laying eggs or something?" he joked.

~~"Oh yes in fact would you like to take a look at my clutch? They're about ready to hatch 8U"~~

Pit laughed at the remark. "Nnooo, no, no laying eggs. We're not birds, Jeff!" More laughter fell out. His index finger began playing with a wrinkle in the sheets. "I can't think of any right now, Jeff. What, you're curious, huh?"

"It's more that I would like to be prepared for anything that could possibly be considered an inconvenience," he replied. Truth be told, that was only half the reason. Jeff really was interested, but he refused to admit that out loud. Especially in front of the angel.

Glancing over at his roommate, the blond frowned at Pit's amused face. This whole conversation had meant to guilt-trip the other boy into cleaning up all the feathers. Laughter was not the desired effect, yet Jeff could feel his own mood lightening. Damn the angel and his infectious good spirits!

"Though I suppose I'm... maybe just a little bit... kind of curious..." he muttered, hoping Pit hadn't heard him.

Pit understood since day one that Jeff was an easily bothered individual, and anything that made his presence more outstanding than usual seemed to bother the other student, mainly when it interfered with his lifestyle. Leaving feathers scattered along the floor, desk, shelves, beds, and anything else peeved him because it was disorganized. Pit could sympathize with that... he didn't like the room awash in feathers, either. Thus, he was an inconvenience, but it didn't affect him much because he was accustomed to Jeff's nagging. Once again he felt the need to pick up, though, because he still felt guilty about the whole ordeal.

Still amused, Pit replied. "I guess it's only natural. You seem to be more curious than most people I've met so far. It doesn't have anything to do with your last name, does it?" His smile grew wider and he rolled to his stomach once again, switching positions so his head rested on the palms of his hands and he was facing Jeff. His legs rose into the air and idly swung.

Oh that was a low blow, Pit. Not only because Jeff had heard that joke about thirty times before, but also because it was a constant reminder of his connection with his father. Scowling, he retorted, "No, of course not. And don't think you were being clever, because that joke's already been done before."

Well now he was just in a foul mood. Even the angel's good cheer couldn't detract him from his mental ranting about his dad. So instead, he simply sat there, quietly sulking and absentmindedly playing with some of the feathers between his fingers.

"Oh, come on! I was only playing, sillyhead." Wow, did Jeff ever get huffy.

Narrowing his eyes, Jeff barked, "For crying out loud. Just how dumb can you be? That has nothing to with--" He cut himself off. His frown deepened. "Just... forget it."

He quit horsing around and the smile dissipated. He could never understand at this moment that Jeff's anger's foundation pooled deeper than it appeared, but he could still note that something was wrong.

"Jeff? Ah, I'm sorry." He bit the very tip of his inner lip.

Great, now the angel was giving him the 'kicked puppy' look. None of this had actually been Pit's fault. The other boy had just said some loaded words without even realizing it. And since Jeff never really talked that much about his family, it was understandable.

"Look... It has nothing to do with you," he muttered. An uncomfortable feeling grew in the pit of his stomach. "It's just... I don't like talking about my last name."

That was it. He wasn't going to expand on it. Nope, most definitely not. There were some things he preferred to keep under wraps, especially towards those who had no business knowing about his family life. But if Pit continued to look at him like that, Jeff had the sinking feeling that if the angel asked, he probably would tell.

Pit continued to stare with a hint of puzzlement. He didn't understand in the slightest- a name was a name, right? He didn't always appreciate his own, but at the same time it didn't affect him on such a large scale. "You don't? How come? I think it's a nice name."

The sarcastic and still ticked off part of Jeff's mind hissed, You would. But considering the genuine look of confusion on Pit's face, he decided against saying his thoughts out loud.

"As an actual name, I guess it's alright..." he slowly started. "It's just... I don't like sharing the same last name as my dad. We're not exactly on... 'friendly terms'."

"Oh. I remember you mentioning that one time. That you didn't like your father. You must really not get along." It seemed upsetting, to have a broken family. He didn't know the degree of damage, or if it was even cracked at all, but if Jeff was sore just by sharing the same last name then there must be something substantial behind all of this. Whatever the case, his roommate did not like his fraternal parent. Pit didn't know any of the details.

"Has it always been like that?"

"No..." his scowl deepened, "Not always. It's actually been a sort of recent occurrence." Shaking his head, he tried his best to explain the situation without giving all the details. "Let's just say that I didn't agree with one of my dad's major decisions. It was a real eye opener about his morals... or rather lack thereof."

"Oh. So you're more disappointed in him than anything else. What kind of thing did he do?"

He frowned, thinking about the angel's words. "Disappointed is one word for it." But when Pit asked for more of an explanation, Jeff couldn't help but shake his head. "I can't say. All I can tell you is that we made a deal. If I didn't say anything, then he promised to try to be better. Though... I had no idea if he's staying true to his word or not."

Sighing, the blond realized he was telling Pit more than he had every told anyone else. Even Hyde didn't know about the teen's compromise with his father. Telling so much of the truth left him feeling a bit vulnerable. And he didn't like it.

"Why on earth would he make such a deal, Jeff? Is it really that bad? What he did?" The reason he appeared so genuinely concerned could be attributed to how Pit was left in the dark about Jeff's father, and the fact that there was some kind of secret he was keeping from everyone that was so elusive, Jeff was forbidden to speak about it to anyone. It almost seemed like blackmail. He imagined murder, stealing, kidnapping, cheating... If one of those were the case, then poor Jeff!

"I already told you, I can't say!" Jeff snapped. He suddenly looked away, feeling slightly guilty for shouting at his roommate. "Look, I just... can't, alright?" Considering his father had dealt with a crime syndicate, it was pretty close to what Pit had been thinking. His voice quiet, he muttered, "Please just... stop asking about it."

Pit tried to quell his curiosity for Jeff's sake. "Okay. I won't ask. But... whatever he did, it doesn't mean it's your fault. I bet he even wishes he could be better, in one way or another." His legs lulled back and forth like a grinding machine.

"Sorry it had to be brought up- I didn't know it was such a touchy subject for you." He could tell the subject was a hard wound to bear, and by talking about it he was just scratching it open again. At the same time, he also knew that talking about painful things might heal, despite how much it hurt or made the person feel uncomfortable.

'Better himself'? Jeff bitterly laughed. No, his father shouldn't have agreed to work with them in the first place. But the blond couldn't exactly tell Pit that. A dry smirk grew on his face. "Maybe."

His smirk immediately faded when Pit apologized. "It's... just something I rather not think about. That's all." Of course after this conversation, he had no doubt that he was going to waste quite some time later that night ~~pouting~~ ~~angsting~~ reflecting. Waving it off, he replied, "Don't worry too much about it."

"If you say so."

For a while, he remained quiet, thinking about Jeff and what his family must be like. "Do you have a mom, too?" It was a delicate question, because who knows whether or not his mom died in a terrible accident or something. Nonetheless, he wanted to find out.

"Yeah, I do," he replied, his mood slightly improving. "She's a really nice person. Totally unlike my dad. Though she can be a bit on the oblivious side sometimes." A small smile grew on his lips as he spoke about his mom.

A current of relief spread over him and he smiled the same smile. "Nice moms are good." He didn't know what it was like, but he had a good idea. He imagined hugs and 'how was your day's and motherly smiles and warm dinners. Much better than a dad involved in ambiguously shady activity!

"What does she look like?" he asked.

"She's really beautiful. Has long hair and really clear blue eyes. I get my blond hair from her," he stated. "In my opinion, she wears way too much make-up. But during the rare occasions when she doesn't wear as much, she could easily be mistaken for a famous model or actress." Chuckling, he added, "I wouldn't be surprised if she actually wanted to be either of those when she was growing up."

Jeff was about to ask Pit about the angel's mother, but then he remembered. So instead, he asked, "What does Palutena look like?"

Pit noticed that Jeff mistakenly connected 'mother' with 'goddess', but there really wasn't much to be done about that. She was the closest role he had to that type of relationship stamp, anyway. Nobody else could compare. He could tell he was only trying to ask the same question he asked out of mutual curiosity.

His voice streamed with precious excitement- he was really passionate about his topic. "She is the most beautiful figure ever to be seen," he sighed, eyes rolling upwards dreamily. "It would make mortals dumb with disbelief. She stands tall and poised, has long, long hair the color of springtime meadows, a serene face, beautiful eyes- if you looked into her eyes, you'd think she could read your mind! But I don't worry about that. She's so wonderful, I could care less about her knowing my intentions. She's incredibly strong, too, and wise. Her aura is bright and powerful. Even we angels are stricken by her mere presence!" He detached his frontside from the bed and alighted on the floor. "She's something else. I don't think words could do her enough justice. I'd love to have you meet her, or at least see her."

Jeff quirked an eyebrow. Geez, talk about overkill. Sure the blond had gone on about his own mom, but this was just ridiculous. "You practice that speech a lot or what?"

Though he couldn't help that nagging feeling of curiosity. Even if she was a goddess and he was a mortal, he couldn't help but want to meet her. But that was a very doubtful happening. Not wanting to seem dumb, he decidedly kept his mouth shut.

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