Remember that box?

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Who: Jeff Angel and Pit.
What: A promise to make dreamcatchers.
Where: BE-08
When: Saturday, June 19th, sometime in the morning.

The beginning of another weekend. It didn't mean much to Pit right now- lately he'd been forfeiting a lot of the free time he once had for piles of homework that were stacked in his mental to-do list. A good deal of the times he sat himself down to commit to assignments, the sun's inviting rays drew his focus away from the drab white and black of essays and worksheets and made his mind play in it. Soon, he would wind up thinking about something completely different, and lo and behold, Pit was snagged in a daydream.

He thought about this problem that morning when he sat near the end of his bedpost, cereal bowl in lap, spoon in his mouth. Stupid homework... He had friends he wanted to spend time with! But ah, work was so important... Palutena would not condone him slacking off. He had been lost in dreams when he should be paying attention to the work in front of him. But as he shuffled back through the hallways to wash his bowl clean, another thought hatched. Eureka!

Dreamcatchers. They caught dreams, right? Imagine if he could actually rack up all those pesky daydreams he'd been sinking in lately? Who knows if they really worked, anyway? An easy solution for sure. Haha. And Jeff said they would make them one day. That's right. Jeff said. But they hadn't done that yet. The whole idea must have been gently pushed aside for a later date. Even he forgot, just a little!

As he walked back to his room, he was inspired to ask Jeff about it. The day had barely started, so there was always all weekend to work on homework... To be honest, he missed spending quality time with his roommate. Jeff wasn't as easy to nudge into doing things with him, especially since they were both busy or off on separate agendas. He reentered and without worrying how Jeff would react, crawled on top of his roommate's bed as he pouted into read his book. Suddenly playful, he sat down like a cat, grinned, and pinched his toe.

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Jeff had been aware that his roommate entered the room. However, this was his precious reading time, and he wasn't about to be easily distracted by every little thing. And then Pit sat down on his bed. His bed.

No, alright, that was fine. The angel had done that plenty of times before. Maybe if this had been in the beginning of their roommate relationship, he would have said something. But the blond knew it was pointless now. Fine. Let the angel do whatever he wanted, so long as he didn't interrupt--

"Ow!" Jeff flinched as his toe was pinched. It wasn't very painful, but he hadn't expected it at all. Glaring at the angel, he harshly asked, "What?"

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There was no way he could hide his eruption of giggles. "Haha, remember the day when I was losing feathers all over the place? And we kept some? And you said we should make dreamcatchers? Let's do it!"

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Dream catchers? Ah that's right, he had said that. Glancing down at his book, Jeff decided he might as well attempt to appease the angel. He put a bookmark between the pages, closed the book, and placed it on his nightstand.

"Alright, alright," the blond stood up. "I have a feeling that even if I said 'no,' you would continue to bother me until I changed my mind. Go get the feathers. I believe I have the other materials somewhere..."

Checking his closet, Jeff found the box which contained string, twigs, and beads. It hadn't taken him very long to obtain the materials or to find instructions on-line. The only reason they hadn't made the dream catchers before was due to conflicting schedules. But since they both were free, now was as good a time as any.

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Pit returned with the feathers he scrounged up. He automatically figured the middle of the floor was a good station for them to work, considering their room was kept so clean. He squatted down and place the small sack on the hardwood. "I got them~," he sang, and then waited with patience for everything to come together.

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As Pit settled on the floor, Jeff nodded and sat across from the angel. He pulled out some of the sticks and string.

"The first step to making a dream catcher is to make the base. These sticks are very flexible, so we should be able to make a circle with them. If you need more than one stick, just tie them together with the string."

As Jeff explained, he took two long sticks and curved them to make a half circle. Then, using the string, he tied them together into a circle, "Like this."

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"Okay!" It looked relatively easy. He scooped up a stick in each hand and touched two ends together. They fit well, so he grabbed some string too and cut it with his teeth. Whoops, that hurt a little.

He began tying the two into one. "Do you think these really work somehow? Or is it just a superstition?" He licked his lips and looped the string through a thin gap.

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Jeff opened his mouth to defiantly reply, "No, of course not," but stopped. There were so many things he hadn't believed before, and yet after coming to the school, his whole set of beliefs had been flipped upside down. Living proof of that was sitting on the floor next to him.

So instead, he shrugged and grabbed some more string. "I don't know. I guess we'll just have to try them out to see for sure."

Hm. The blond noticed that he was saying "we" a lot. When had that happened?

With a shake of his head, he decided not to obsess about it. "Anyway, next you take some string and wrap it around the circle in a spiderweb shape. It doesn't matter how many times you do it or in what direction. That's what makes each dream catcher unique," he started wrapping the string around his circle. "If you want, you can add beads to it too."

jeff you're so cute

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Pit nodded once. "So they're like people. None of them are the same." He grinned and glanced up at Jeff's work to see if he was following correctly and mimicked the general design, pleased that his didn't look shabby in comparison. "I'm gonna add beads. Wait, we have some, right?"

NO U >B[

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Pit. That analogy... was really cheesy. Jeff had to steel himself not to roll his eyes. So instead, he pretended to focus on his dream catcher. He should have figured the angel would say something lame like that.

"Yeah, here," Jeff moved the box closer to his roommate. "There should be some under the sticks and string. Different colors and sizes, too." Which may or may not have been stolen from the art room, but Pit didn't need to know that.

Once Jeff had finished wrapping around the string, he cut it and tied it off. "All that's left are the final details." He tied a few strings to the bottom of the dream catcher. Then he added some beads, knots, and a feather to each string. "Done (http://avarady.files.wordpress.com/2009/12/dreamcatcher.jpg)."

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"So it's basically a system of apprenticeship. Everyone specializes in a specific trade and the more experienced people teach the younger ones." It seemed a bit medieval, but considering Angel Land was more-or-less timeless, it made sense.

Jeff stayed quiet as Pit marveled at humanity. To have an outsider's seat while watching humans grow and develop... it was certainly a difficult thing for his human brain to fathom. The blond didn't even know how old the angel was. He could only guess at how much his roommate had actually seen.

"Gods..." Jeff muttered quietly. He mindlessly picked up another feather and stared at it. "There's a reason why most people in the modern day don't believe in them. Most of humanity simply used gods in order to explain phenomenons. But now that science can explain those same things, there is no longer the need to blame it on magic or higher powers."

It made the blond wonder whether Pit had heard of any of the things humans blamed on the gods. There was plenty of good and bad things within each different religion. How did Pit feel about it? That humans blamed their own misgivings and failures on higher powers... which included the angel as well.

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"I wonder..." Pit continued to muse. "What will happen to gods in the future? This world is nothing like my world. Everything is so logical, so easy to explain with facts and knowledge you get from books. Aside from our magical powers and the wild curses, of course. But the way people explain things, like lightning. It's not hurled from the heavens out of fury. It's something about positive and negative charges that happen in the clouds, I've been told. It's hard to believe after all this time... It's like gods just vanished into nonexistence!"

And then, another jerking thought tugged at his brain. Pit looked puzzled, astonished even. His hand reached up gingerly to glide against his own cheek as he said, "Will I... disappear someday too?"

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Jeff snorted. "Just because people don't believe in it doesn't mean it'll just up and disappear. Gods are just as alive as humans, aren't they? That means they'll continue to live until... well, I guess not until they die since they're immortal, but close enough."

"You're just being overly dramatic," Jeff batted Pit's hand away from the angel's face. "Besides, who's to say that human science applies to gods anyway? Gods were used as a way to explain things. But that doesn't mean the theories actually affected them. So what if people changed their ideas from 'gods make lightning' to 'charges make lightning'? I don't see how that would affect the gods, other than altering their reputation."

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The abrupt disconnection of his hands from his face shocked, then grated on his nerves somewhat. "M-maybe," he replied, a little shakily. "I didn't think about it very much. You're probably right."

Pit decided maybe they should change the subject, since the current one felt stuffy with overflowing ideas that were haunting. "Anyway," he continued as he scooped his dreamcatcher back up (how many times was he going to be compelled to put it down, anyway?). "Were the people very different at your old school?"

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"Different from this place? Try saner. If I told anyone from my old school about all the things I've seen here, they'd think I was nuts." With a sarcastic smile, he added, "There's no way those rich brats could handle a place like this."

At one point in his life, Jeff had considered himself just another one of those 'rich brats'. But now... Smash Academy had changed him. Then again, maybe the change had started all the way with Hotel Dusk and--

No. No, he refused to think about that. Without even realizing it, he had crushed the feather in his hand.

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The annihilation of that feather by Jeff's fist had actually been brought to his attention out of the corner of his eye, and for some reason, it flipped him upside-down inside, but not so much that it really affected him. He dismissed it with a new and fascinating inquiry. "Saner, huh..." Pit gave a ghost of a laugh. "Hey, hey, Jeff, did you ever have a girlfriend before? Or youknow, a boyfriend?" He cracked a wide, sheepish grin and fiddled with one of the dangling feathers.

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Oh goody, a question about Jeff's sexuality. Exactly the sort of thing the blond had been avoiding since, oh, puberty. Jeff shifted, a light blush on his cheeks. "No, I did not have a girlfriend. I was too preoccupied with schoolwork."

And also the whole 'not really interested in girls' thing, but he wasn't about to say that out loud. Besides, it wasn't like he had lied. He was a very studious person, both at Smash Academy and at his old school. And if he had shown any interest in one of his peers, it was merely to exploit their money or family connections.

The idea of lovey-dovey romance did not interest him in the least.

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"Sounds like you," Pit teased. "But haven't you ever thought about it? Just once? I mean, it was probably happening all around you." He brought his knees up against him, but made sure Jeff didn't get a free shot of his underside beneath that nightshirt.

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To project his approval, Pit flung a thumbs-up and said, "Nice!! It does work fine." He kept glancing back and forth, hands on his hips, examining the new additions to their room. "Now all that's left to do is find out whether they really do catch dreams or not. I hope they don't steal all the good ones, though."

He stared at the mess of feathers on the floor and wondered if there was anything else that could be done with them. A lot of them were coverts or fluffy feathers that usually stayed tucked beneath his more outstanding remiges- feathers that had a fuzzier quality to them. He couldn't help but grin as he remarked, "You sure you don't want a pillow stuffed with angel feathers? Imagine how rare it would be!"

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The brunet had a point. Not everyone could say they slept on a pillow filled with angel feathers. Where he came from, such a pillow could sell for millions, if not more. Jeff was particularly a fan of having a one-of-a-kind item like that.

On the other hand, the idea felt a little weird. Sure they were angel feathers, but they were also his roommate's feathers. Wasn't that a little creepy? It made the blond think of stalkers who collected other people's hair. Not a very pleasant image to say the least.

"Hm, I guess..." He couldn't pick whether it was a good or bad suggestion. Smirking, he tried to hide his indecision, "It'd certainly be an interesting keepsake after I leave."

As soon as the words left his lips, he immediately regretted it.

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Pit beamed at his consent. "See? I thought about it, and it made me realize how awesome it would be." He didn't mention the part about having yet another keepsake to remind him of him. A pillow would be an interesting one. Instead of hanging it up to look at, it was for sleeping with. Something about keeping a piece of him with a purpose like that made him feel warm somewhere. Jeff might think it was cheesy, but he liked it.

"Not to mention soft."

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"Alright, alright," Jeff waved it off. "You don't need to go on trying to convince me. I'll use the feathers as a pillow."

He paused. The blond didn't even know how to sew, let alone how make a pillow from scratch and fill it. Sewing always seemed like a lower class hobby to him. Folding his arms, he muttered, "Maybe I could ask someone..."

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Yyyyeah, he didn't know how to make a pillow, either. "Prof- Miss Sable (why did Prof. Sable sound weird?) could probably make one no problem," he suggested. "Because when it comes to making pillows? Beats me!" He gave off a shrug. "She might be glad to do it. If not, I bet there are more people around here who can fix one up."

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Jeff had meant more along the lines of a commission from a professional, but he supposed the Home Economics teacher was just as acceptable. Probably cheaper, but it wasn't as if he was going to show off the pillow to anyone. Besides, even if he told people from back home, the blond doubted they would believe him.

"That could work," he nodded. "Although I should probably look up designs so she has some idea what to aim for. Not to mention I'll have to think about colors that match my side of the room, and..." Jeff started mumbling to himself.

orz for my lateness

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Jeff seemed highly attentive to interior decoration, Pit thought, and for some reason, it made him smile. It wasn't a completely startling fact about Jeff, but he must have been smiling because he learned something new. "Should we look them up together?" He expected Jeff to decline, but it was worth asking.

it's fine~

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Blinking in surprise, he hadn't expected Pit to offer his help. Not that Jeff believed Pit knew the first thing about interior design, but still. The offer was...

"I... suppose so," the words left his lips before he even realized he was speaking. Covering up his surprise, he cleared his throat and continued in a confident tone. "Of course I'll have to brief you on what to look for, but two people searching would be much faster than one."