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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's shoulders rose and fell in a long shrug. "Maybe both. What's he doing up there, anyway?" His eyes ascended upwards in an attempt to inspect. If Theo dared do anything destructive to his crown, this spiderbird was coming off without another second’s delay. Hopefully he just liked the texture of his locks and would stay there and fall into a sleepy coma.

"I don't know. I just put him on my head one day and he wouldn't come off. I thought he was just playing, so I tried it again some other time, and he did the same thing." Theo wasn't really doing anything in particular, he was just perching there.

Pit seemed to enjoy having the critter sit atop his head. He felt like Theo liked him and it was a good feeling.

He withdrew his feet onto the bed and curled his legs up there, leaning on one hand. It was a little difficult to resist his facial expression from cracking into little smiles due to Theo's occasional shift. "Seems kind of natural to me. Spiders and birds alike love hanging on high places. So Theo likes people's heads."

Tubba's position was the opposite of Pit's; he let his head sink down, the top of it just barely touching the wall, and he let his legs stretch out off the bed. His chest was visibly rising and falling, but if Pit didn't read into his initial embarrassment, he wouldn't read into that. He needed to lie down any way, suddenly feeling exhausted. Whether it was a good exhausted or a bad exhausted, he had no idea; maybe a little bit of both. All he knew was that he didn't have the control he'd grown so accustomed to forcing on himself. "Makes sense."

A draft of silence permeated the room ephemerally as Pit couldn't find anything else to comment on. His eyes circled the room absentmindedly. So this was where Tubba resided. The general layout of the dormitory didn't contrast much from his and Jeff Angel's, but the personal touches varied. Their roommates may have the same name, but by the looks of it, their standard of tidiness lived on opposite ends of the scale. Pit knew Jeff Andonuts a little bit. They were acquainted and as far as their relationship sat, Pit liked the other boy.

He wondered what Jeff was up to and the topic of Pit's babble changed. "So, where's Jeff?"

"I dunno. Off with Lucas somewhere, I guess? I haven't heard from Lucas since he mentioned he was having another PSI fever," he admitted somewhat sadly, as he'd to not think about Lucas too much. It was difficult when confusing feelings were being stirred up, because if he wasn't confused on how he felt about Lucas, who could he be confused about?

Pit, feeling uncomfortable with keeping his body so rigidly upright for Theo's sake despite the spiderbird's ability to cling effortlessly to his hair no matter what, chose to move and prop his back against the same wall to offer some more stability. His legs stretched out alongside Tubba's. The angel was not wearing shoes of any sort at the moment, since he had yet to go outside the dorms today. Looking sideways at Tubba, he remarked, "They're close friends, aren't they?" He garnered this impression over small hints lying here and there. He just didn't know how close.

"Boyfriends." Saying it bothered him, but it wasn't as if he could outright lie to Pit about something factual. He didn't like it reminding him about his feelings for Lucas, and it unsettled him for some other reason he couldn't put his finger on. He felt a sudden chill, and self-consciously rubbed his arms to get rid of the goosebumps.

Pit hadn't expected that answer, but as it was unveiled, it settled quickly and made a bit of sense, even though the soft surprise of it all still reverberated throughout his mind. "Oh," he exclaimed, watching his toes as he waved his feet back and forth gently. "Wow, that's news to me. I guess I just never noticed." Not that he noticed anyone else's romantic interests, either, and he wasn't one to.

On the other side of things, he noticed Tubba's slight dip in mood when he mentioned their relationship. "Is something the matter?" He swapped the focus of his eyes from his feet to the other student and then back again. "You don't like them being together?" He wondered why. Maybe Lucas spent the night occasionally? Pit knew as a fact it would make HIM feel awkward if his roommate decided to bring his significant other to bed while Pit tried to sleep. He could only imagine what kind of noises would crack the night.

"I guess you could not notice," he conceded, weird as it sounded for someone to not know. It had been ingrained in Tubba's mind for such a long time that the concept of not noticing it was just strange to him. "You weren't around back when they announced it on the journals and everything, and they don't really act like it in public, I guess."

"It's nothing," he answered hastily. It was obvious that it was something; whether Pit would notice it wasn't the question, it was whether he would continue to pry or not.

Whatever could be the matter, Pit wondered. Tubba's quick denial made Pit's curiosity swell five times as large. "Are you sure?" He tried to think of sensible reasons why the subject bothered him, but nothing made sense about it in the first place.

Tubba didn't know if he was sure or not. He pinched the bridge of his nose, letting his breath out gradually. Was it something he could talk to Pit about? It seemed inappropriate for reasons he couldn't rationalize without admitting certain things to himself. He didn't want to lie, but he wanted to tell the truth even less. "Positive." It had grown even more unconvincing, but it was the intent behind the lie that mattered.

What stuck out as most unusual about the whole deal was Tubba's overwhelmingly apparent suffering. He sure was acting funny. It really worried him. Half of him wanted to pop another question, but the other side wanted to hold back just to give him a bit of leeway. What could be so troubling about his friends' relationship!? This question pounded inside his skull so obtrusively.

"...Really, really sure?" he asked, a little more quietly this time.

"Are you going to keep asking if I say I'm sure again?" It was all but a no, but this information this sensitive wasn't going to get out without a fight.

"No," he answered. "But I can tell something's bothering you. It's okay to tell me if you need to," he offered.

And then, he decided to fling guesses at him. "Do they... make you uncomfortable?"

"I don't need to tell anyone. And no, they don't do anything while I'm here, if that's what you're thinking." Pit hadn't said it, but it would be the first conclusion he'd come to as well. He wasn't entirely sure why he was playing along with Pit, since he'd denied there being anything wrong at all, but logic didn't really seem to mean much at the moment.

"So that means you're bothered," the angel said plainly, leaning over towards Tubba a bit more. He had this wily grin smacked across his face, eyes dabbled with a hint of play.

"Or I could just not have anything to say," he backpedaled, trying not to look Pit in the eyes for fear that he would crack under the pressure. "Then I wouldn't need to tell anyone anything."

Edited 2009-10-31 11:18 (UTC)

"No, you seem bothered." Pit wasn't sure if he was trying to get Tubba to leak out his reasons for the sake of his own curiosity or because he thought maybe it would be a good thing for him to tell someone. Regardless, he didn't feel like giving up- Pit was fairly stubborn. Stubborn, and he looked stupid with that spiderbird still stuck to his head. "It's not like I'm going to do anything bad to you. I just want to know what's bothering you. That's all," he consoled.

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i'm really just trying to make you go insane from long waits for tags. B|

i was already crazy to begin with but you can always add decorations to the tree B)

ok 8)

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