will you last? [koby]

[isaac elijah nowak]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; height: 380px; background-color:#E3E3E3; border-left: 3px solid #617187; border-right: 3px solid #617187;] too many dreamers, LOOKING FOR THE ONES THAT LAST

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Ok so life wasn’t what he’d call perfect in every sense, but still, Ike thought life was very good so far. He was doing good in his classes, he straightened things out with Conan and even though didn’t have a millionaire contract with an awesome record company he had a few promises from professors that they would do their best to help him out as soon as he graduated. Alright so… promises usually meant nothing in the music media or in any media for that matter but Ike was confident that at least one or two of those people would keep their word. He had faith, even if it was silly and childish to do so in a world like this one he still kept his faith in people. It made it slightly easier to live that way and it put a smile on his face every morning after all.

It was a busy morning for Ike, as usual. He barely had time to eat proper breakfast before running off to school. He barely made it to his first class which wasn’t all too weird for Ike. Never late, but never exactly early either; that was Ike for you. The professor had given them a weird assignment this time; they were supposed to pick a tune from a list available and they were supposed to write lyrics for the music. Not any type of lyrics, Ike could do that in a single night with an inspiration streak but they were asked to do it based on a poem… any poem that they found appealing. Now Ike knew a lot of things about a lot of things but literature and poetry wasn’t exactly in the list. He read a lot of course, but he was one of those casual readers who barely remembered what the name or the author of the book he read last month was. Clearly he needed some help which was what got him walking down the ‘writing’ section of the academy.

Lucky for him Ike was sociable enough to know a lot of writing majors. None of them were too willing to help though as none really had a thing for poetry as much as they did for writing novels and stuff like that. The only person he knew that was familiar to poetry and in fact specialized in poetry declamation was some Italian dude that creeped him out so… no. Instead he got a few tips on a couple professors that could help him with his problem.

Ike walked distractedly down the hallway while reading the piece of paper with the name of the professors that could help him not quite paying attention to where he was heading to. Every now and then he lifted his gaze at the sound of his name being called. He had greeted a few familiar faces so far but still no sign of the door he was looking for. Frowning at the paper he snapped out of his train of thought when the bell ringing echoed through the hallways. When did he lose so much time? Cursing at himself Ike realized he was two floors and about three hallways away from where he was supposed to be: his vocalizing class. Tucking the paper back on his pocket he made a quick run for the end of the hallway where a turn left and another turn to the right would take him to the staircase. He didn’t make it far though. Upon running around the corner he crashed against what felt like a brick wall but was only another student. Falling back on his ass Ike felt disoriented for a couple seconds before noticing it had probably been his fault for running around so recklessly. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to!” He quickly tried to apologize, jumping on his feet and offering his help to the other student. “I wasn’t looking where I was going… well… obviously. Are you alright?” He finally asked, letting the smile slip back on his face. He couldn’t help it! It was a bit of an amusing situation after all. He just hoped this guy wasn’t in a hurry to get to his class… Ike would be beyond late to his own anyway.

TAGGED: BUBBLES & KOBY WORD COUNT: 708 NOTES: D8

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[koby asher mannix]

The morning for him had been pretty much brutal. While others could wake up at around eight in the morning, have a quick shower and then grab a breakfast before getting to school at nine exact, Koby had to be the one awake at least by six thirty. No, he wasn’t an early riser at all; he loved his sleep just like most people did. Yes, it seemed weird didn’t it? That Koby actually was like a normal person who loved his sleep, it was just a lot of people misunderstood him…not that he was complaining, after all he didn’t like people that much. Anyway, back to the start of Koby’s day, waking up at six thirty and having a shower, it had to be quick and precise. He would then go to Luke’s room and wake him up, which would result in a pillow or whatever was close to Luke’s bed at the time being thrown at him and an incoherent mumble too. The next thing would be getting breakfast ready, he either made cereal, some fruits, juice or scrambled eggs when he was feeling them, that didn’t take that long but sometimes Koby though Luke was picky with what he wanted so he spent around a half hour on food. The next half hour would be spent trying to wake Luke up some more.

The continuous event of trying to wake Luke up and rushing around to try and find his own things took him a lot of time and that was why he was late this morning. It was only his second day back ever since he came back from Australia, he had come to Paris two weeks ago but he went back to school yesterday. He regretted it as soon as he entered his classrooms, assignments were handed over to him one by one and he was loaded with work already. The entire period of last night was spent working on three essays for English Language as well as literature and his own creative writing class. What creative things could his mind muster up when he had gone through what he had? But he had soldered through over two thousand words at around midnight while still keeping a perky ear up for Luke. Caffeine was the only thing that managed to keep him awake and listening out for Luke. He knew that if his head hit the pillow before his older brother the guy might find someway to escape the house and go for a drink, or two…or over ten.

Walking down the hallway, he opened his folders, looking at two in each hand and wondering which teacher he should give them to first. Three assignments done and at least another six to go. He hadn’t realized that the classes at La Luminese went by so fast from one study to the next and to the next. At least back in Australia they probably wouldn’t have had gone that far, back in his own school that is, not every school was as slow as his own was. The new term had him slightly heckled, he didn’t know if he was going to be able to survive easily if he had another six assignments to go and he knew there was going to be more assignments piling up which meant even more time being spent pushing himself to the limit to just create something spectacular and even more moments keeping Luke under control. He didn’t look where he was going, all thoughts just consuming him from the inside and making him feel as if he was going to lose it, so when the skinny guy bumped into him and all his papers nearly fell out of his hands, he let out a curse. Picking up his papers, he took in a deep breath, hoping to keep the anger from rising out of him. It had worked…just about but not enough, especially when the boy began to speak. If looks could kill, Koby’s glance right then might have done the job. “Of course I’m not alright, why would I be when you just bumped into me?” Shaking his head, he sucked in a deep breath and fixed his folder quickly, pushing back in papers before moving to the side, getting ready to push past the boy and walk on.

tagged| isaac. word count| 721. thoughts| uh ohhh! >.<

[isaac elijah nowak]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; height: 380px; background-color:#E3E3E3; border-left: 3px solid #617187; border-right: 3px solid #617187;] too many dreamers, LOOKING FOR THE ONES THAT LAST

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Talk about inconvenient! The last thing Ike needed was to bump into another student but like the many things that he couldn’t control, he didn’t let it bother him. Sure his ass hurt and his heart probably skipped a beat from the surprise but the adrenaline always felt good in the end. There was also the little fact that he’d be very late to his class but then again, he might just end up skipping. It seemed weird for someone like Ike who took his studies so seriously to skip a class but it was just one class, and it was one class Ike was actually very good at so he could let a slip happen here and there.

Picking up a couple papers from the floor he didn’t let his small smile falter when the guy he had bumped into spoke. Well someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed today… was what Ike thought but didn’t want to judge from just one meeting. He had his good share of bad days, especially when he had been tossing and turning in his bed in LA this past vacations thinking about breaking up with Conan. Ike was never the type to judge. People could be going through a lot of bad stuff and ok, maybe it didn’t give them the right to be rude at people but at least ike understood how it felt to have the impeding urge to strangle something.

Tilting his head in slight curiosity he stared at other student as he composed himself and gave him a death glare. Ok, that one made Ike flinch a little and instead of smiling he had a worried face now. Did he ran over the guy so badly? “I’m sorry…” He repeated almost absentmindedly as he let his eyes scan the other guy. He looked a little… well… stressed for someone their age. Sure, school added a lot of load and work but for someone like Ike who saw it as his passion in life it was almost like a never ending Christmas vacation. He knew people were here for different reasons and each had a complicated background story and again he didn’t want to jump and judge without knowing things.

“You dropped this…” He said, offering the couple papers he had picked up and still looking at the guy as if trying to figure out why he was so mad. “But you’re not alright? Did I hurt you or something?” The slight tint of concern in Ike’s voice indicated that he didn’t exactly get that someone could just be annoyed at him for bumping into them and nothing else. Then again, Ike wasn’t exactly used to people not liking him so he didn’t know what else to say. “Look, I’m really sorry. Let me make it up to you, please?” Ike’s smile had returned by now, things slipping off his skin as if they had never really happened. In his humble Ike~ish opinion this guy needed some stress relief and Ike wasn’t above befriending someone he had just crashed into. In fact, that’s how he had met a few of his closest friends. “I’m Ike by the way and uh… I’d say sorry again but I think that’d just piss you off even more.” Ike couldn’t help but slip by a little bit of humor in his voice. He was just naturally good humored and liked to rub his light mood on others. Then again, this guy looked like he was sitting under a thunderstorm and Ike had the feeling that a ‘hello’ and a smile wouldn’t be enough.

TAGGED: BUBBLES & KOBY WORD COUNT: 603 NOTES: AW KOBY xD

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[koby asher mannix]

Koby didn’t take much of a fascination with people. People just didn’t interest him, especially the ones who spoke too much or tried to get him interested in a certain hobby or subject; those pushy sorts of people were the worst. That was his first impression of the guy who had just bumped into him, that the boy was a pushy sort of kid. One of those over achievers that was always somewhat sort of happy no matter the time, the circumstances or the place he was in and Koby didn’t like that. It wasn’t just because he was unhappy himself; of course that played a part in it, but he was also annoyed by the fact that he was running late. Even though he had already decided to skip his class, the boy in front of him didn’t need to know that, all he needed to know right there and then that he was forcing Koby to slow down and be late for his classes. Even when he was picking up his pieces of papers, he noticed the guy in front of him smiling. Smiling! As if he had done a good thing by bumping and apologising. What an idiot. Was Koby being a bit too harsh? Well he didn’t even care because that was just the way he was, why did he have to worry about hurting another person for? It wasn’t as if he knew him personally or it wasn’t as if the guy would kill himself after this small encounter.

Dusting his folder down from whatever germs had clung themselves from the floor onto it, he kept his serious face glued to his face; not that it ever slipped but sometimes it could use a little fixing or tightening here and there when it was needed. Curtly nodding his head at the boy’s apology, he decided not to say much more on the topic. Getting Koby to talk was like trying to get a bottle of milk from a protective baby; long and hard. You took a step towards Koby and it was most likely that he would take at least four steps back, adding an extra one just for precautions. It was just the way that he wanted to be, he didn’t miss anything in his life; it was fine.

Looking down at the pieces of papers in the boys hand, Koby snatched them off of him, he tried hard not to…but it just happened. He was pissed off anyway, and he was sure the other guy could tell so there was no need for him to explain his snatching was there? Looking at the pieces of paper, he made out from which assignment they were from, thankfully only two pieces of paper were from different assignments, and he placed them back into the correct little pockets, not focusing on the boy in front of him but just his words while he carried on with his little tidy up moment. “No you didn’t.” Koby’s voice came out strained, as if he were talking to an annoying child who just wanted to cling onto him and didn’t want to leave him because he had something shiny in his hands. It was annoying and Koby was not used to dealing with any of this. “No need to make up for it.” Koby wasn’t even making any eye contact, that’s how bad his social skills were! He could give the killer glance or the one, two look over but that was about it, once someone wanted a full-blown conversation with him that was it, they lost Koby. Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes for a millisecond and nodded his head, his lips still pursed in that annoyed way. “Well…I think I should be on my way.”

tagged| isaac. word count| 630. thoughts| sorry! i'm not giving you much to work with! /:

[isaac elijah nowak]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; height: 380px; background-color:#E3E3E3; border-left: 3px solid #617187; border-right: 3px solid #617187;] too many dreamers, LOOKING FOR THE ONES THAT LAST

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Well this just made Ike feel bad…. He had never encountered anyone so caustic and so, how to put it, angry? For a moment Ike felt as if it was his fault. He DID bump into the guy, scattered his papers and probably made him be late for whatever it was he had to go to, class, date, appointment, bathroom, whatever. Then again, Ike had also been bumped into and he wasn’t shooting death glares as if it was the end of the world. A few seconds of self chastising was all Ike allowed himself because in all honesty, it wasn’t entirely his fault. Feeling bad for someone being angry or rude wasn’t Ike at all. His self esteem was way too solid to let something like that get to him and while it wasn’t an inflated monster that could annoy people at some point it did let Ike live happily with who he was.

After having the papers snatched from his hand Ike couldn’t help but snort a little. In the end it was amusing! He was trying to apologize and this guy was probably thinking he was the most annoying thing in the world right now. Well ok, it wasn’t as amusing when put that way but it made Ike chuckle a little. He tried to control it though, otherwise this guy would probably bite his head off and feed it to the birds in the courtyard. By now Ike couldn’t help but give the guy a very good look. He hadn’t seen him before, or had he? Ike was pretty sure he’d remember. He was good looking and while Ike didn’t exactly make a habit of walking down the hallways checking people out he did tend to notice when someone was good looking or not. Can’t blame him! He was a healthy young male and he’d be pretty hypocrite if he dared to deny it. But no, he’d also remember the angry attitude and the ‘gtfo’ aura. It was kinda hard to ignore.

Rubbing the back of his head Ike continued watching as the guy tucked the papers in their right place and avoided eye contact while rejecting his offer. The good thing to do probably would’ve been to take the cue and continue his way but Ike was mildly curious as to why there was so much tension and rudeness in the air. If he were a lot less delicate and maybe even rude he would’ve suggested this guy needed either a good fuck or a chill pill but even if the thoughts crossed his head he wasn’t about to say something that would earn him a punch in the face. He wasn’t stupid after all. Instead he tilted his head again, from one side to the other, showing his curiosity at the current situation. Ike had to move aside when the guy declared he should get going. He wasn’t about to pin him against the wall and demand some explanations after all, that’d be just creepy. Not that turning around and following the guy wasn’t creepy but at least it was less direct. Ike was supposed to go to class now but meh… he was too late so whatever. This seemed more interesting anyway. “So if you’re not hurt, and all your papers are fine… why are you so mad?” Ike asked with almost child-like logic. He would be happy if he bumped into a hot guy after all! Ok that was his ego talking plus not everyone was gay so… definitely not mentioning that aloud either.

TAGGED: BUBBLES & KOBY WORD COUNT: 592 NOTES: IT'S OK 83

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[koby asher mannix]

What explanation could Koby ever give to anyone? The reason as to why he was always uptight and upset and annoyed all the time? The reason as to why he didn’t want to make any friends or get attached to anyone himself? The reason as to why he just wanted to be left alone all the time to his own creative work and not be with anyone? Well…if Koby had the answers himself, then he could probably at least have a decent state of mind instead of having to worry about all of this all over again. As long as he knew what his own problem was, then it would be great for him, but he didn’t and he had to put up with everyone wanting to ‘fix’ him, everyone wanting to know what his problem was…it was just suffocating him even more so than usual. But Koby didn’t want to be nice for people. If life was being horrible to him, then the least that he could do was give something back to the people. It was much better this way instead of letting his anger reside inside of him and then pour out all together making him look like some weak freak show.

The only thing Koby noticed about the guy was that he was definitely a student, if he didn’t notice that then he probably would have been in detention for being such a prick of a student and he didn’t want that at the moment, he had to be home early that day anyway just to make sure that Luke wasn’t doing anything that would put him in jail or in a mental hospital. The idea of a mental hospital scared him but he knew that if there was another slip up, it would probably be all his fault all over again and his parents might decide to put Luke in one anyway, resulting in Luke hating on his brother even more so than normal. Did that seem like a good idea in Koby’s head? It sort of did, but the negatives weighed over the positives, meaning that Koby couldn’t let anything slip up that far ever again while they were in Paris.

He was hoping that the boy would disappear and that he would never have to see him again, but knowing Koby’s luck…he probably would and that would infuriate him even more. He got ready to go, a step was taken forward until he came to a stop again when the boy spoke once more. For some reason, Koby always thought that a lot of people were younger than him, he felt old, he felt like he had gone through enough experiences to last him a life time and maybe he had but maybe he hadn’t. He didn’t want to find out, though he hoped it was the first and he wouldn’t have to go through anymore that much again. “I’m not.” The words came out gritted, as if he were talking to an annoying child that wouldn’t just go away, Koby didn’t want to say anymore but he decided to add in a sentence. “Look, just go your own way yes? In a day or so you’ll forget me anyway so good bye.” Sighing to himself and keeping his folders close to him this time, he began to take a few steps forward and away from Ike.

tagged| isaac. word count| 564. thoughts| blooooop =)

[isaac elijah nowak]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; height: 380px; background-color:#E3E3E3; border-left: 3px solid #617187; border-right: 3px solid #617187;] too many dreamers, LOOKING FOR THE ONES THAT LAST

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Ok, feat achieved, now this guy made Ike feel bad, and still… nope, he wasn’t feeling bad because this potential bad mood could be his fault. Ike was still pretty convinced they both weren’t looking where they were going and shizz just happened. He did feel bad about not being able to apologize properly and about this guy just being so plain… well… how to call it… he wasn’t being rude per se but he wasn’t being exactly nice either. To Ike he looked like he was like this the entire time and he even had to wonder why he didn’t have wrinkles on his forehead from constant frowning. He just looked like one of those guys who didn’t have time or the energy to be happy, always cooped up in problems and circumstances that made things look entirely gloomy. Now that made Ike feel bad. His life had always been so happy and so carefree that he felt a little guilty whenever he encountered someone who didn’t have as much luck as he did. He had loving parents, lived in a big house, no money problems and he was even talented enough to enter a prestigious school where his dreams had the potential of becoming true. When put under that light Ike felt a little childish. It was as if he had been sliding through life in a happy table unaffected by everything else that worried others. The first reality check he got was when Conan’s life fell down a little with his father being injured and his house burning down but Ike was able to just be there for him and pull him back on his feet. Ok, so they broke up after that but Ike still thought he did the right thing.

This guy though… he made Ike want to run towards him with his arms spread and just scream ‘let me love you’ in a pretty creepy fashion and they had just met. Could it be that he had one of those weird ‘I wanna help the world’ personalities? Maybe. He couldn’t tell for sure though, but so far ike hadn’t met someone who rejected a simple apology and a random meeting in the way this guy was doing so.

Still looking at him, Ike felt the urge to reply to that ‘I’m not’ with an instant ‘yes you are’. It was pretty obvious the guy wanted to at least make Ike leave which mind you, he wasn’t about to do. Taking a few steps at the same time the other guy did he found himself halting and listening closely when he spoke again. Directing his glance to the floor Ike lifted his fingers to fiddle with them for a few seconds as if he were a scolded child trying to explain something important. “I don’t think I’ll be able to forget someone as rude as you… plus I was just trying to be nice. You kinda look like the type of person who needs someone to be nice to them once in a while.” Ike shrugged, still with his eyes drifting away from the other student. Ike’s way or approaching things was perhaps not the nicest one but hey… he was being honest about things~

TAGGED: BUBBLES & KOBY WORD COUNT: 540 NOTES: IKE IS A SAD PANDA NOW

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[koby asher mannix]

Sometimes, when Koby would be lying in bed and almost about to fall asleep, many thoughts ran through his head preventing him from doing so. Of course this happened to a lot of people but for Koby it was weird. One of the main thoughts that ran through his head was ones that made him seem normal. How would a scene be if Koby wasn’t as cruel as he was? Would he be acting normal? Would this scene with Ike have been normal? Would he have accepted Ike’s apology whole heartedly, pat him on the back and then go off to class and apologise to the teacher for being late? Even that idea made him want to slightly barf, him being kind? Yeah, that didn’t sound right; everyone in the world needed some tough love and it seemed like Koby would be the one who would be giving it to them. Even if people wanted to get to know him, if they were being nice to him, Koby didn’t think he could be nice back, why should he? It wasn’t as if they really deserved it. (OK, maybe that was a lie, they probably did deserve it but Koby, being Koby, wouldn’t think that they did deserve it). He was just the person stuck on the idea that he had to be the way he was just to help people, it was better if people didn’t know him or try to get close to him.

The idea of someone just opening him up, of managing to make him say something that he had never told anyone…it was slightly frightening. He didn’t like the idea of someone manipulating him because of his problems or taking advantage of him, so that was why he didn’t let them get close. That was why he didn’t get close to people, people could hurt you and bring you down and just make you feel freaky.

He stopped for a second, a sigh being suppressed inside of him as Ike spoke about him being the type of person that needed someone to be nice to him once in a while. Yes, he probably was that type of person but Koby would never tell him that so he shook his head instead, rubbing his temple with his right hand before letting out that suppressed sigh. “Look…” He tried to sound normal, casual even but years of training his voice to come out cold and sharp like a demand had worked out properly so it still came out harsher than he had expected. “I don’t need people to be nice to me, I don’t need someone in my life, especially not some happy go lucky child like yourself. So, for the love of God, do you think you can at least try to forget about me?” Letting out an annoyed grunt, Koby tried not to look at the other boy, who knew what could happen?

tagged| isaac. word count| 487. thoughts| ok...this was just plain horrible. i'm so sorry!

[isaac elijah nowak]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; height: 380px; background-color:#E3E3E3; border-left: 3px solid #617187; border-right: 3px solid #617187;] too many dreamers, LOOKING FOR THE ONES THAT LAST

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Maybe Ike was being overly sensitive, maybe he was still a little shaken from the whole ‘being single after a long while’ thing, or maybe it was just that this guy really had a way to get to people but either way, Ike was no longer smiling. He wasn’t frowning either, it was more like a combination between a sad look and a confused one as he still couldn’t put a finger on why someone behaved like that. Ike wanted to think he wasn’t like the annoying happy kid that everyone avoided because he shined so hard that it hurt to even be close to him. It was a horrible thought that he managed to shake away whenever his friends sought him out to hang out or when someone called him for some cheering up. Ike was that guy. The one you called when your boyfriend dumped you or the one you stopped on the hallways for a last minute opinion on some song. Up until now Ike believed he was just the personable guy who probably had the biggest friend list in facebook and it wasn’t even fake friendships. Ike liked to cater and to pay attention to all of his friends. He wasn’t the type to keep petty acquaintances just because, and he wasn’t the type to leave someone abandoned when they needed him. And despite all those good traits that he had he was standing here, being brushed off by a guy in a way that was making him feel like trash.

Sad times…

When the sigh and the first word, an almost scary sounding ‘look’ came out of the other’s mouth Ike almost cringed. He did take a small step back though. The other student didn’t look like the type to fly forward and land a punch on his face but his words hurt a lot more than one. Scratching the back of his head in a slightly embarrassed way Ike lifted his gaze again to pose it on the other. Forget about him? The guy practically marked his life already with a simple two minute conversation, like hell he could forget about him. There were a lot of things Ike could tell him but none seemed important. He wanted to mention how everyone needed someone to be nice at them at least once a week; he also wanted to mention that he wasn’t some happy go lucky child… even though he kinda was. Ike also thought of mentioning how he definitely wouldn’t forget about him because c’mon… it was obvious. Instead he only shrugged slightly, letting his hands drop to his sides and swing softly. “I’m not a child though… I’m probably older than you just a lot less bitter and with less anger management problems.” Ok the last part was probably unnecessary but it came out… aw why was he so mean?

TAGGED: BUBBLES & KOBY WORD COUNT: 478 NOTES: IT WAS FINE :D MINE DID SUCK A BIT THO...

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[koby asher mannix]

No matter how angry, how pissed off or how annoyed Koby had gotten, he actually had never hit anybody. Which was pretty much very surprising. For some reason harsh words and an icy tone were his thing but not violence. If anything had ever escalated to violence, you could see that he never really wanted to get involved. Not because he was afraid to hurt a person, but because it just seemed completely irrelevant to him. Why start a fight when it wasn’t wanted in the first place? But of course, people loved to get involved with Koby and when they realized he didn’t want to, a fight could break up. There were at least two fights, which he could remember, two that he didn’t get involved in by himself, and two that were just etched in his mind. True, they weren’t real fights with punches being thrown and kicks here and there, but it was the closest to those that Koby had ever gotten too. People would assume that because of his anger problems, that because he seemed like he hated everyone and wanted to hurt them a lot; violence would be his first and only option. Of course Koby could never do that, draw blood out of someone, hurt them until they were crippled or even just break a bone…no that wasn’t him. And anyway, he didn’t even train in any sort of combat, so what was the point in him doing anything like that?

This was actually the closest he ever felt to hurting someone though. Normally a person would have left by now, not stuck around and still completely annoy the shit out of him, but this boy…this happy character wouldn’t leave him and it was truly annoying Koby. Why was it so hard to be pushed out of a person’s life? Why did it have to take ages for your imprint in their lives to be washed away? It wasn’t as if Koby set out to go mark people’s lives with his harsh cold words and his stony face, it just seemed to happen though. Maybe if he could slightly tone down the harsh face…maybe if he could that then he would be even more invisible then he already was? The idea started to seem even more appealing to him now. “Yeah? Then go find someone like that all right? And I don’t have anger management problems.” He didn’t…well he thought he didn’t.

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