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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Pit pouted and his eyebrows bent down in displeasure. "You're just mad because you knew I was gonna cream you." Sure, the feathers lying around the room was a valid excuse, but in Pit's opinion, a fun tussle would be worth the mess. And then he had to mention that stupid problem again... "You know, I could have cleaned it up myself. You don't even have to worry about it!"

There really was no way he could sway Jeff back into that rare playful mood again. It would be like convincing the sun not to rise next morning. He had been so excited just a moment ago! It was such a bummer that they had to stop- it felt similar to waking up with a fresh bump on his head.

Glancing back at his roommate, he asked, "Then why don't you? Rather than wasting time with some childish game, start cleaning up." Okay sure, Jeff was technically the one who threw the first pillow. But he was still somewhat dismayed that he let himself get into such a playful mood. It was all Pit's fault. Curse the angel and his irresistible good cheer!

Jeff's attitude sent a surge of quiet fury searing through him. It made the angel bitter rather than sweet. "Don't get your panties in a twist, McSparkles!" he snapped, swerving about to face the edge of Jeff's bed and crossing his arms. "You're so uptight! How can life be so boring to you? We were just having fun, and then you had to go and ruin it with your 'no no blah blah, let's stop, you're messy.' I think that's just some lame excuse." He allowed his thoughts to bump around a bit in his head.

Just a moment ago... so excited.

Jeff just... stared. It wasn't that Pit's words went over his head or anything. But he mentally tripped over the angel's first words. Mainly the fact that Pit had called him... 'McSparkles'. That was like some lame, derogatory name that Nester would give him. How ridiculously uncreative.

And yet his lips threatened to quirk upward in a smirk. No, no, couldn't have any of that. After all, he had just put an end to their little game. It wouldn't do if he became a hypocrite and started smiling and laughing.

"Not everyone shares your list of priorities. It is my belief that work comes before play. And considering the chaotic state our room is in, I don't see this 'having fun' thing to happen anytime soon." Shrugging, he added, "And don't get your hopes up. This was a one time sort of deal."

His face inflated with even more huffy anger. How dare he say that!? "Work is important, but that doesn't mean I can't have fun," he retorted, using his legs that were dangling off to propel him backwards so he landed back on the bed. He pinched a feather in between his fingers and lifted it to his vision.

"By the way, you still have my feather in your hair."

He revisited the feather with a double-take. That gloss... that shimmer! Could it be? He waved it about with his hand and marveled. His antagonism steadily floated away.

"Hm?" Jeff blinked in surprise. Oh right, he had forgotten about that. His hand rose to his ear and he was about to grab it when Pit caught his attention. He was starting to find it annoying that the angel's antics could distract him so easily. "What is it?"

Pit snapped back into the moment again.

"Oh, uh, nothing," he replied, withdrawing the feather to his chest. "But..." He decided maybe Jeff would cheer up if he told him the truth. He probably would have given it to him anyway. "I think I found a good feather." He sat up. "One of the kinds I was talking about. See?" He presented the piece of plumage. The difference was incredibly subtle, but the sheen was there- this feather was glossier than its peers and when he twirled it at the shaft, it appeared to glimmer in the light. Even Pit seemed remarkably dazzled.

He studied the feather in the other's hands. It certainly was bigger and had a delicate sheen like Pit had said. Jeff was extremely tempted to steal the magical feather just to be an ass. But seeing the angel in such a good mood after their little argument, he decided against doing so.

"Looks like you were able to find one after all." He dumped the feathers that were still in his hands into the trash. Then he reached up and picked out the feather that had been behind his ear. Glancing at it for a moment, the blond placed it on his desk.

"This is what they look like," he mentioned, despite how obvious that was. His heart beat with excited thumps. "Do you want to hold it?" His arm was extended in Jeff's direction as he held the feather out to him. He was incredibly delighted that he managed to produce one.

Quirking an eyebrow, Jeff shrugged and took the offered feather. It certainly didn't feel any different to him. If Pit hadn't described it before, the blond probably wouldn't have been able to pick it out of a pile. Then again, that was probably one of the reasons why the angel had found it and not him.

It was hard to believe that just one feather could be magical and... what had Pit said? Give a person extra power? Something like that. Twirling it between his fingers, he quietly "hm-ed". Then he handed it back to his roommate. "What are you going to do with it?"

His smile grew and his cheeks filled with a rosy hue. "I'm going to give it to somebody. Somebody I care about."

"Is that so?" he asked. There was a long list of people that Pit could have meant. After all, it seemed to Jeff that the angel was almost always surrounded by others. Besides, it just wouldn't have been like Pit if he said he was going to keep it for himself. Sitting down on his bed, the blond commented, "I'm sure whoever you give it to will like it."

"I'm sure you will! Here." He took Jeff's hand gingerly, placed his index finger and thumb over his, and closed those two digits over the feather's shaft. He looked up at the other boy with sincerity.

The blond blinked in confusion. Oh. So that's what Pit had meant. Jeff slowly glanced down at the feather.

A soft smile grew on his lips. "Thanks," he muttered. Looking around, he noticed there were still quite a few feathers lying about. "You know... Instead of just throwing all these out, we could probably use them. Like to make dream catchers or something."

Jeff had never actually made a dream catcher before. Those sorts of things were normally beneath him. But the idea of hanging one or two of the crafts along the walls would add atmosphere to the room. As long as Pit didn't mind his feathers being used for such things.

"Hey, yeah. Feathers are useful." His cheek nudged against Jeff's shoulder and stayed there- he was warm. "Even if we can't find any more uses for them, I'm sure other people could. Midna used them to make a fetch toy for her pet. And I think people just pick them up and keep one or two." He recalled that happening a couple of times. "I think it has something to do with the idea of angel feathers and some people find that a novelty. That and feathers are soft." Grinning, he picked one up off the sheets and dusted the downy feather against Jeff's face.

As Pit leaned against him, Jeff gently rested his head atop the other's. His fingers explored the feather in his hand. They traced the outline of the quill and softly ran across the barbs. "It could have something to do with that. Or it could be because they belonged to you. Maybe they just wanted a memento."

His face twitched slightly as the feather tickled his skin. "Knock it off," he rolled his eyes, but made no move to swat the feather away.

The brushing came to a halt and he let the feather drift down. His hand withdrew to nestle in between his thighs as he hummed contentedly, pleased by the rare contact. His eyelids slipped down like closing buds.

"I suppose it's a nice memento to have. I'd love to have a memento of everyone here that I can keep forever."

His smile slipped, lips quirking downward. Pit was so careless with his word choice. Of course the angel didn't mean anything by it, but Jeff simply had a bad habit of over analyzing things.

He tried not to let his agitation show. "Then I guess I should re-procreate the gift. After all, I have less than a year left here. I'm sure you'll want something to remember me by after I graduate." Not to mention the rest of 'forever.'

Jeff never intended to hurt Pit with those words, but the reminder that Jeff would no longer be here in such a trivial amount of time stung like a salted wound. He had forgotten all about those kinds of matters. With the way his daily life inched by, it was easy to ignore the notion of 'the end'. Now that Jeff brought it up, he and reality met face to face. His eyelids were thrown open.

"That's right... you're leaving?" His head tilted upwards with the sad inquiry. Jeff Angel was a senior, his fellow grade level representative by four years. It was a rattling thought to know Jeff wouldn't stay his roommate for long. He was so accustomed to sharing space with him and his snide comments and arrogance and the rules of the room and respecting him and his belongings and the sight of him and precious moments like this and sleeping enclosed in the same walls... Wow. They would end. They would really, truly end.

One day, this side of the room would be stripped of all hints that Jeff had even been here. Pit was crushed beneath that ominous idea. Subconsciously, his hands wanted to scurry out from his lap and cling to his arm, but they resisted.

"Eventually," he shrugged. Truthfully, he felt a little guilty after he brought it up. But there really wasn't any point avoiding the matter. Still, that didn't stop the obnoxious voice in the back of his head that suggested that maybe he should sugarcoat the situation a bit. "But who knows, maybe I'll came back as a teacher. I mean, if they hire someone like Ganondorf, I'm sure I could get a job here easily enough."

Not that he really planned to return. What would he even teach? Hell, the only reason why Jeff came to the school in the first place was because of Hyde. Not that he had seen much of the other man lately. But who knew... Maybe if the blond didn't find anything else, he'd come back.

"Hmm. I wonder what you would teach." The melancholy tone pervaded his voice like a light glaze. "Still... I'm going to miss you being here. It just won't be the same. I like you being my roommate."

"I don't know what I'd teach either. Probably a more educated class. Maybe an English or a Science course," he suggested in a thoughtful tone. Although he didn't outwardly react to it, Pit's words meant a lot to him. Patting the angel on his head, Jeff replied, "I suppose you were acceptable as a roommate as well."

Pit almost wanted to cry. The emotions threatened to froth in his heart and throat. He didn't like crying, but sometimes he unleashed tears without his consent. It didn't mean he was weak, no, not at all. He was an experienced warrior, after all. His tears had nothing to do with his abilities. But there was a strong childish spirit within Pit, and this spirit felt powerful sorrow.

Eyes cast down. "It's not 'were' Jeff. Is. You're still my roommate!" His hands slipped out of the tight space between his thighs.

Jeff's hand paused, resting gently on Pit's head. He sat there quietly and listened to the angel attempt to fight off tears. After a moment or two, he spoke up. "Yeah, you're right... Sorry."

He drew a deep breath. "It's okay. I just- I... Those were intimidating words. I didn't like hearing them." His knuckles balled up into tight fists. "I don't like this. It never occurred to me much that one day we would be separated. It was foolish not to, and maybe wishful thinking on my part." Another sigh leaked out. He continued to talk fast. "Maybe you don't see it the same way... You were... you were my first friend here. We didn't always get along well and a lot of times our relationship was strained, but I wouldn't trade that for anything in the world." A tear welled up in his left eye and he blinked it away. "I love you and it would hurt to see you gone."

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