✤ᴀʀɛ ᴡɛ ᴀ ❝ɢᴀʍɛ❞ѳʀ ᴀ ❝sʜѳᴡ❞ ? ✤ ᴏᴘᴇɴ

[Light]

"Yes," he starts toward the bathroom, "I'm going,"

[CrimsonMoon]

He smiles and opens the door," Come on,"

[Light]

He walks inside the bathroom and looks around for the sink. "Thank you for offering to help,"

[CrimsonMoon]

He grabs a paper towel, running it under the tap than poking it clumsily but gently against his cut

[Light]

Art watches what he does in the mirror, and turns his attention to his face. He wets a hand and rubs the dried blood off.

[CrimsonMoon]

" I'm not sure whether you're stupid or brave of bother... Did he cut you any where?" Braiden asks, frowning as he steps back and crumples the papaer towel

[Light]

"No, I believe that this is the extent of the damage," he answers with a nod of his head, "--and you may feel free to call me stupid; the majority choose to do so,"

[CrimsonMoon]

" Nah, you're not stupid... Just stupid brave," he smiles and stands

[Light]

He blinks blankly at the mirror and turns to look at Braiden, "Thank you. I will take your words as a compliment."

[CrimsonMoon]

He nods and smiles," Hey... Are you a patt of a gang?"

[Light]

"No," he answers, "But I do believe that I am in the Orchestra group at school. Does that count?" he picks up the carton of eggs from the sinks counter.

[CrimsonMoon]

" That's more like a cult," he snickers," i go to Monarch-"

[Light]

"Monarch?" he tilts his head, and his neck pops. He tilts it the other way, doing the same before straightening his neck, "Your school?"

[CrimsonMoon]

" Yeah... Where do you go?" The boy asks, sighing and smiling as he moves to grab a new molk carton,"

[Light]

"I believe that is where I go as well, as it is the closest to my home." Art moves to the register, setting the eggs on the counter.

[CrimsonMoon]

" Really? Awesome! Maybe we will meet later on!" He smiled, wrinkling his nose," What the hell... Hey why is all your milk spoiled?"

" Dunno," the clerk yawns

[Light]

"... I assume that he has not had the energy or will to complete his task, Braiden, of switching out the milk," Art watches the clerk, and then looks back at the other in the store.

[CrimsonMoon]

" The way you said that just made me shiver," he snickers and sighs," I'll just walk to the grocery store..."

[Light]

"... I do not understand why my words would cause you to feel cold, but if they did, I will refrain from using that word pattern in the future." he turns his head to look put the large glass window, "It is dark. Maybe you should wait till tomorrow?"

[CrimsonMoon]

" Nah, my mom'd eat me alive, why do you think I'd come out at this time otherwise?" He asks, frowning