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Remember that box?

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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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.

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.

"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.

"No," he ground out. "I had no interest in that sort of thing. Schoolwork was, and is, the most important thing," Jeff started ranting. "Without that, you can't get into a good college, and if you don't get into a good college, you won't be able to get a good career, and without a good career, you'll be stuck in some ransack apartment trying to survive on some low income, dead end job. Dating is nothing more than a distraction. Not to mention the fact that I have no interest in girls or anything relating to the female gender whatsoever."

He paused, realizing what he had just admitted. Hopefully Pit didn't notice. The angel wasn't exactly the most attentive person, right? So there was no reason that Pit should have picked out the real meaning of the blond's last statement. ... Right?

Playful Pit didn't make any initial indication that he had burrowed through any potential 'hidden meanings' and found anything worth interpretation. Instead, he popped out of his position and crawled closer, then grew dangerously close until their faces were in proximity. He hung there over him for a moment, smirking (still teasing), and broke Jeff's silent hopes when he bumped noses and whispered, "What about boys?"

Too close. Oh god too close. Jeff's face became bright red.

He was about to scoot away, but then realized that Pit was teasing him. The angel was trying to make him uncomfortable. That scheming, little pain in the ass. No way was Jeff Angel going to back down from such a challenge and admit embarrassment. No, he was going to hold his ground and act like the intrusion in his person bubble didn't bother him.

"What about them?" Jeff forced his tone to remain calm.

"You said you didn't like girls. What about boys?" he clarified, lids drooping a little.

Pit was doing that on purpose. Jeff's eye twitched a little. So much for the belief that angels were pure and innocent. Oh no, this one could be a total brat when he wanted to be. And the blond wasn't about to stand for it.

So ignoring the problem wasn't helping. Maybe it was time for a more... active approach.

"Well," Jeff tilted his head to the side, so their noses were no longer touching tip-to-tip but now gently side-by-side. "I stand by my statement that schoolwork was more important than relationships. But," he lowered his voice, "I guess I'd have to say that I enjoy boys more so than girls."

Maybe he had been playing around at first, but Pit was falling into new foreign feelings. It could have happened when Jeff's face moved against his. It could have been the sound of his voice. Or maybe it was the confirmation he hadn't been expecting. Whatever the case, Pit grew just as flustered as Jeff had been and his mouth hung open and his body tensed.

...What should he do now? He couldn't think of anything to say!

It was obvious that Pit was flustered. Jeff noticed both the lack of a response as well as the tense state of other's body. Whether it was the blond's words or his movements that caused Pit to react this way, it didn't really matter. All that mattered was that the angel's reaction was...

Just as planned.

With a quick smirk, Jeff whispered, "What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?"

Not a moment later, he leaned back and started laughing. "Oh man!" he held his stomach, laughing so hard it started to hurt, "you should've seen your face! Aha ha ha! I can't believe you thought I was serious! Ha ha!"

Pit blushed hard and retreated to his spot with a jerk, landing hard on his butt with his hands over his mouth. His wide-open eyes narrowed into near slits as he glared accusingly at Jeff's aggravating bursts of laughter, laughter directed at his own weird feelings. It was easy to snap back into reality now! His breathlessness transformed into repulsed anger.

"Hey!!" was all he could find to yell, ripping the hands off his mouth into fists. Once he let some steam blow off, he retorted, "Well, you should have seen YOUR face! You were as pink as a flower garden!"

"Oh please, that was just to lull you into a false sense of assertion and control of the situation," Jeff lied. "It's not my fault that you fell for my act."

"Besides, why would I get flustered over someone like you?" he folded his arms. "Believe me, you're not my type."

Jeff was only grinding his figurative heel further into the situation and all over Pit's sensitivities, so he chose to look away and... pout. "Fffiiiine," he chided. "I didn't think there was an act to fall for in the first place."

Why did it sting a little to hear that he wasn't his "type"?

It didn't matter, did it? He shouldn't even be getting so involved. All of that pouting and huffing didn't last very long as he strung the finishing touches over his dreamcatcher, and the small frown thinned out once he realized he was finished. He held it up and watched the feathers sway on their strings, smile returning at the sight of his complete creation. "Oh, looks like I'm done," he said. "Uh... how does it look?" The uncomfortable tension had not disappeared for him, though.

Well fortunately for Pit, Jeff was an expert at ignoring certain atmospheres that he didn't like. Uncomfortable tension just happened to be one of those. Acting as if nothing had happened, the blond looked over at the angel's dream catcher.

"Looks fine to me." With a quirk smirk, he added, "Not as good as mine, but close enough."

Shrugging, he asked, "I guess you want to hang yours up, huh? Can't really work if they're not above your bed." He rummaged through his drawers and pulled out a hammer and a nail. "Alright, where do you want to put it?"

Jeff wasn't sure whether they were even allowed to nail things into the walls at the school. But honestly? He didn't really care at that point.

Pit thought his attitude still stunk, but whatever. Attention deserved to be redistributed towards a suitable spot for his dreamcatcher. "Uhhhm..." His eyes wheeled across the ceiling. "I would like to say..." He rose to his feet and ambled over to his bed, climbing on top of it and standing up to look for a venue on his wall. "Right here." His finger poked a place near the very top, where he thought it could be directly above his head while he dreamed. He glanced Jeff's direction, then thought about what happened earlier and tried his best to dismiss it.

"Alright," Jeff nodded. Climbing onto Pit's bed, he held the nail where the angel had pointed. With a swift knock of the hammer, the nail stuck firmly in the wall. "There we go. Now just hang up the dream catcher and you should be all set."

The blond glanced over at his side of the room. Although he thought the dream catchers were a bit tacky, he felt the angel would've bugged him about it if he didn't hang up his as well. The question was where to hang it. Folding his arms, he scanned around his bed for the most suitable location.

Pit too began scoping the perimeters for a good spot to hang Jeff's dreamcatcher. "Should you go for symmetry? We can always have our dreamcatchers at the same place in the room." To further demonstrate what he meant, he stuck his index fingers out and hung them at opposing points in the air, making them adjacent.

... Symmetrical dream catchers. For some reason, Jeff was instantly reminded of their matching scarves. That thought was quickly followed by a whispered 'whipped.'

But Pit did have a point. As much as the blond disliked the idea of copying the angel, he also happened to be a fan of proper interior design. And symmetry certainly was a classic appearance that worked well.

After a moment of deliberation, he let out a sigh. "Yeah, I guess that would look fine." Hopping off Pit's bed, he climbed onto his own. He glanced over at Pit's dream catcher, tried to find the opposite location on his side of the room, and hammered the nail into the wall.

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