Anyone want a sappy mxm soap?
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Thread Topic: Anyone want a sappy mxm soap?
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You can start...please.
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Cian snickered a little, looking over to the boy next to him, sitting back. The chair was comfortable and red, a simple, padded chair with dark, mahogany wood. "You just have to isolate "x"" The boy explained, nodding to the paper which was Westly's homework. "It's not hard. Do you need me to show you it again?" His thick accent was smooth as he talked, his voice deep and calm, like honey pouring out of a bottle. The pale boy was almost completely still- His dark brown eyes looking over, searching Westly's eyes for any sign of confusion. The light haired teenager was keeping his head atilt, his aura calm and smooth, as if without a worry. It was a Friday night- And he was staying the weekend at Westly's. Cian's mom was glad he was making friends so quickly, but was, naturally, a little nervous. "Oh! And after this, what do you want to do?" He asked.
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Westly places his elbow on the table and scratched his head, "This isn't funny, Cian." He whined quietly trying to focus in on the conversation, "But- like- I- ugh. Yes one more time, I'll get it this time I swear." He said quietly, slightly shivering at the others thick accident. He looked over at the other confusion clouding his eyes, his eyes looked around the room impatiently and energy burning at his body, he tilted his head, "I don't know... Do you want to order pizza or something? Grandma left me money for food." He said quietly, "How are you so still? And,"he huffed quietly, "Its annoying." He whispered quietly, "Is your mom really okay with you staying over? You guys just moved here." He said changing the conversation.
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Cian snickered once again at the other boy's remarks. "I'm still, because, unlike yourself, I don't suffer from ADD. Deal with it." He said, moving his hand to rest on his own neck, and gently turning his head to the side, as if to crack it. "Yeah, my mom's okay with me staying over." He promised, smiling warmly. "She's glad I'm making friends." Cian said, rolling his eyes. He shrugged a little, moving his hand to play with his strawberry colored locks. His dark gray eyes looked to them, distracted for a moment at the thick hair bordering and covering his face. Cian then looked back to Westly. "But before we get pizza or anything.." He said, blinking a few times, "You still have homework to do." A large smirk spread across the Irish boy's freckled face, clearly amused. Cian did resemble the classic Irish leprachaun stereotype: Except he was much less social. He made friends with the people who had none. As he was a natural outcast as well. A man of few words. A quiet genius, so to speak.
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Westly huffed and glared at him with a pout, "Not fair, you're mean today." He look at the other and tilted his head, "Oh well that's good, your mom sounds nice." Westly sat back in his chair, he shook his leg. He looked away from the other and down at the homework and then sighed looking away, "I don't get this," he complained, "What am I suppose to do? I hate that this us easy for you." He mumbled the last part, "I don't want to do this, lets just order food." He said as he looked at the smirk on the others face, "This isn't funny! Don't mock me!" He huffed and got up and went to the kitchen and grabbed a can of soda for each of them. When he walks back in and placed a can in front of Cian, he sat down in his chair and huffed again, "Stupid leprechaun." He mumbled.
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Cian still had the mocking smirk on his face when Westly came back. When he mumbled under his breath, Cian's smirk was merely encouraged. "Oh- I'm sorry- What was that?" Cuffing his ear, as if trying to hear Westly better. This time, his words were more rushed, wittier. As if they were less planned. They had only known each other for three days- But Cian was already relaxing around the other boy. It was a good sign, he knew that, but it made him nervous. The blond boy always had issues trusting other people- And he wondered if trusting Westly was the right choice? His eyes flashed with emotion for a second- His serious self taking over for a moment. But then, he snapped out of it, blinking. Cian chuckled a little to himself. "It's easy..I promise." He said, pursing his lips as he looked back to the paper.
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"I said~" he started, "You stupid leprechaun!" He huffed, "You're being mean." He said acting more like a child than before, he fiddled with his hands and looked around the room. Then he crossed his arms and drummed his fingers on both of his arms. He didn't like this, the homework was slowly starting to piss him off and at the moment Cian wasn't helping him much at all. Although he did like hanging out with the other, it just seemed odd that Cian liked being around him or at least it seemed he did, "If it was easy, I'd probably get it by now," he complained, "Can you just help me already?" He asked quietly, "How are you so good at this? Its not fair." He huffed again.
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"T amadn amaideach." The boy said, in his native Irish langauge, smirking. "I'm from Ireland, of course I'm good at everything. My job is to be clever." He said with a grin. The calm Cian told him, shrugging. "I told you, for this, whatever you do you have to do on the other side to isolate x." Cian told him, shrugging. "Let's take a break, actually." For a moment, he sounded American. His voice was hushed, and he let his syllables blend, looking into the other's eyes with a smirk. "Since you..obviously are quite impatient tonight." He said with a small chuckle. Cian grinned, standing and crossing his arms.
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Tu** Turns out gtq doesn't support accents..so it will be impossible to look up what that actually means)
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"Hun? What does that mean?" Westly asked curious but scared a bit of the answer, "Oh I'm sorry, I forgot that you had to be a smart ass to compensate for the drunk endeavors." He mumbled bitterness in his voice as he got up grabbing the can of soda, "I-I understand that much but it doesn't work properly! I always get the wrong answer." He looked at him, "I'll get the phone, we can call and order food, it should be here by the time, I, the stupid one out of the two of us, finishes my homework." He looked back at him before he left, "I'm always impatient." He said before he left and grabbed the phone, "What do you want on the pizza?" He asked coming back in the room, "We can really do whatever you want, I could just do the homework later and we could so something now..." He said starting to get more impatient.
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The Irish boy blinked. "It means you silly fool in Irish." He said, grinning again. "And I'll have pepporoni on my pizza, thanks." Cian responded, glancing up to them. "At least make sure that they send a flah delivery girl." Then his face turned a bright red, and he blinked a few times. "Ermm..Basically means to make sure that the delivery person is hot." Cian said, embarrassed. "S-Sorry.." He said, his dark gray eyes, looking to the other. This is when he began to show some signs of nervousness. His body began to jitter, a little embarrassed. He hated to use the irish slang- He hated his accent, his hair. Everything that made him stand out in this country. Cian hated it all.
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"Why am I a silly fool, stupid leprechaun?" He asked chuckling quietly, "Okay, easy enough." He said and started dialing the phone, he chuckled Cians embarrassment, "Obviously you've gone crazy if you think I'm asking the pizza place to send over a hot delivery girl but you could always ask." He said chuckling, he finished dialing and pressed talk then tossed the phone at the other, "I'm bad on the phone any ways." He watched the other then laughed, "You're an odd person but its kind of nice, it takes the attention of me a bit. And you may of not thought about this but the probability of someone speaking the languages you know is very slim, meaning you can say whatever you want and not get in trouble. Well I'll leave you to deal with the food." He said then walked out of the room.
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Cian took these thoughts into consideration for a second. It was true, not many new French. And little to no one in America knew his native language- Gaelic. But the thing was, Cian mused, the purpose of talking is to be heard. That's why he never talked in his native languages to people- Because he wanted to get his ideas across. The only time he spoke Gaelic or French to anyone was merely to confuse them, or say what was truly on his mind. After all, sometimes you just needed to get the truth off your chest- with minimal embarrassment. The Irish boy sat, thinking in the room. He awaited his friend's return, crossing his arms and leaning back into the chair. Now Cian was nervous, his foot was tapping quickly. He was humiliated from his slip up- And it was giving him some major anxiety.
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Westly sighed lightly as he walked into the kitchen, he placed the can on the counter and placed his hand on the counter and sighed. He was trying to calm down, not be so jumpy and antsy with Cian here bit it wasn't really working. This was hard for him, he'd never had a friend over let alone stay over for the weekend, his grandmother was so happy when he said that a friend was coming over, she made him nervous and anxious over this that he was starting to grow very impatient. He pushed his arms off the counter and turned to the cupboard with glassed in it -he was never a fan of drinking soda out of a can- opening the cupboard he sighed again, he placed one hand on the counter and jumped using the hand to push him up higher he reached up trying to grab a glass, when it didn't work he jumped again and again. He finally knocked a glass a bit and and jumped again to grab it, it slipped out of his hand and his hand did off the counter, he yelped and the glass shattered against the ground at a similar time he did. There were only a a few cuts on his hand but they bled badly.
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Hearing glass shatter, Cian jumped. Worried and shocked, he rushed out of the room, trying to remain calm. When he arrived at the scene, seeing the broken glass and the cuts on the other's hands, he smirked for a second. "What, are you too short to reach a glass or something?" He asked, scanning the cupboard. Cian grinned widely, waltzing over to Westly. He grabbed the others's wrist, examining the cuts on his hand. "Well," He huffed, "You ought to be more careful, eh?" Cian asked, tilting his head. "You should clean that and bandage it. Where's your bathroom?" He asked, his eyes full of comedic concern. He found the scene very amusing, but the actual matter made him quite concerned, indeed. Cian didn't like people getting hurt- And, for that reason, he wanted to be a doctor or a male nurse.
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