smash_logs | 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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Well that... wasn't the response he was expecting. Jeff quirked an eyebrow. "You're weird?" he repeated the words.

Okay, so he had called his roommate a few choice words before. Not to mention that almost everyone at the school could fall under the category of 'weird.' So what did that have to do with the current topic? At least Pit hadn't said that Jeff was in the wrong.

"Are you going to be more specific than that?"

His eye contact failed again as he glanced towards the door. "...I don't know. I just really, really don't know. I'm not sure how I'm supposed to be feeling right now."

'Supposed to be feeling.' That meant that Pit was feeling something. And that confused the angel.

How was Jeff supposed to react to that? Surely anything that he said or did would just make things awkward. And Pit was still holding his wrist.

"Alright," he replied in a reassuring tone. Whether he was trying to reassure himself or Pit, he didn't know. "That's fine. You don't have to know. It doesn't matter." Jeff wasn't even sure what he was saying anymore. "This doesn't change anything. You're still you and I'm still me and everything's exactly the same way it was before we even started this conversation."

Except that was a blatant lie. But like hell Jeff wasn't going to cling to every last shred of hope for normalcy he had.

At least his words chased away current anxieties. Maybe Jeff was right. He shouldn't overthink things too much. He should go back to being carefree and taking things as they come rather than worrying about messing up. With a deep breath, he made a small smile. "Thank you."

Pit let go of his wrist and tried to straighten out so they could recover from that awkward moment. "Sorry about that. Just so you know, I... I don't think anything's changed between us, either. And if it did, let's not let it matter. All I care about is that you're you. You're definitely right." He began taking casual steps backwards.

Pit had either believed Jeff's lie or wanted to ignore the whole situation as badly as the blond did. Regardless, Jeff appreciated the agreement.

"No need to apologize." 'If anything, I should be the one to--' "Let's just... not talk about it anymore, alright?"

He needed a distraction. Anything would do. Jeff glanced around the room. "The dream catchers," he suddenly said, "they... look good."

Huh? Oh, well that came across as a surprise, and it tickled him a little. Hard-to-impress Jeff complimented their room's new additions. Not wanting to spoil the compliment by mentioning his pleased observation, he kept quiet and instead chose to say, "Yep. Who knew just a bunch of sticks, string and feathers could make something so... presentable?"

The sloppy pile of craft supplies strewn across the middle of the floor signaled to him that they should clean up. "I guess we should pick up now," Pit said as he walked past Jeff and bent down to scoop some feathers into his palm. "I learned how to make a dreamcatcher today!"

"Good for you," Jeff rolled his eyes. He knelt down to help clean up the supplies and pack them back in the box. "I'm sure you'll be the most artistic boyscout in the campground."

The blond paused, unsure whether Pit would understand his joke. With a shrug, he continued cleaning. Oh well.

Remember that box?

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