Two of a Kind {Choi}

[Anthony Cooper]

Ahh, the library. Most found it relaxing here, while others tended to steer clear for their own personal reasons. Anthony, on the other hand, came in every once in a while or so, typically on days when he was bored. Such as this. That fact that his eyes were even open and his brain was functioning this early in the day was beyond him. Well, early being four in the afternoon but, in the eyes of a nocturnal creature, this was early. He'd yet to have the chance at falling asleep somewhere that morning, and thus had been up for almost twenty four hours.

Sleep was nudging him like an annoying little sibling kicking someone in the shin repeatedly, but he'd wanted to check out the library's collection in cook books -- mainly, desserts. And so, Anthony pushed his way through the intimidating, looming doors of the grand library and the scent of an abundance of paper smacked him in the face in a warm envelope.

Eyes gazed in wonder at the spiraling staircase just on the other side of the room that gave access to the six floors of knowledge spanned above him. He had to keep himself from dropping his jaw, as he always did when he made his rare visits. Even the pounding rain outside couldn't damper his mood too much, the thunder and lightning not really frightening to him. Then again, not much was. Lean body slipped into the room fully now as he left the door to close on it's own, still in awe. Other students seemed to have wanted the trip over to the library as well, it appeared. Although the computers were shut off, small clicks of friends gathered by them anyways, hogging the sinfully comfortable computer chairs to themselves.

Snorting once, fiery blue eyes gazed back up to the staircase as he slowly made his way over, already knowing which floor he'd have to climb to in order to find what he was looking for. After picking his way over the various couches and chairs scattered around the floor of the library, his palm finally landed on the smooth staircase that seemed to glisten under the light of the room. Clad in a simple green t-shirt, and a pair of jeans that hugged his waist then proceeded to flare out a little into a straight leg by his ankles, Tony ran an excited hand through his hair as his knees bent, and he launched himself up the stairs, taking two at a time. The boy was agile, to say the least, despite his need for sleep. Limbs almost gracefully jumped him from one pair of steps to the next in a fluent motion until he passed the second floor.

Still climbing ever higher, he momentarily thought about what sort of dish he might find in the treasures of whatever book he might pick out. Hopefully some sort of fruit delight, as he needed to expand more on his collection. Feet landed nimbly on the third floor, finally, and he heaved out a sigh of relief. "Any more running like that, and I might've been done for." He mused to himself, no one really in particular as he peered over the railed edges down to the lower levels. Even from only being on the third floor, everyone looked so.. so small. Shrugging his shoulder and prying himself away, Anthony slipped down into the depths of the many lined book shelves, knowing exactly where to go.

Body paused as his eyes landed on the colorful array of books just before his gaze, all of them in one of the aisles for cooking, and a pleased grin graced his pierced lips. Hands rubbed themselves together excitedly as he moved closer to the first shelf, greedy eyes looking over the book bindings. Some were skinny, others were thick. Some were paper back, and others were binders filled with laminated papers. His preference wasn't one geared towards what the recipe books looked like on the outside, so much as it was more of the inner contents. Unable to decide, and body starting to quiver slightly from sleep deprivation, Tony hastily snatched the book nearest to him and turned to retreat to one of the sofas located in the middle of the third floor.

Tired body sank appreciatively into the plush material, his light weight pressing into the cloth as a sigh of delight left his lips. "Now that's more like it," he hummed to himself. One leg crossed over the other as his hand pulled back the cover of the book, eyes already scanning the table of contents for something that looked appealing. From what he could tell, the third floor wasn't very occupied, considering the lack of students guzzling up the chairs.

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[Choi Park]

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The boy could remember listening to his brothers words. Why don’t you go to the library? You like books and when Taemin comes you can show him around? He liked those words, at the time they were very wise and it gave him something to do on this sad rainy day, then again he mentally wanted to kill his big brother. He honestly could not find the library for the life of him, it was like it was a hidden door and he just kept walking past it. Though he finally asked a few students, girls since he seemed to have what his brother called “charm” where he was going, thankfully he was heading to the right place, okay he had to make a mental note of where it was exactly because he knew he would want to come back again and again, and even with his cousin since both boys were such book fans. Should be fun.

As he walked through the large doors, he swore he could of heard the chorus of angels singing to him, how many floor was this place? All Choi wanted to find was some cook books so maybe he could make a nice welcome cake and dinner that would please himself and his cousin and older brother, that was all! Then again this was like a never ending gift send from God himself. What a lovely man he was. Slowly Choi made his way over to one of the maps on the wall that broke up the sections of the library according to book types, thankfully it wasn’t all just authors that were slipping each section up, Choi would have a mental heart attack if he had to search all over for one book in this giant place.

Going up the stairs to the third floor really didn’t bother him so much, he was fit and honestly he had a bounce in his step that made some of the other kids look at him like he was the most in shape person on earth for being able to climb all those stairs, Choi was just young? The third floor really wasn’t filled up at all, not like the first or second floor, those were pretty much packed with people, well as much as a library could be anyway. Choi looked around and beamed when he found some books that had to do with Asian food, sweet he wondered what new things he could make for his family, so he took a load full. Really he most likely had around twenty books in his arms? Some big, some small, some thick and some skinny. It didn’t matter, they were all packed with the information that Choi wanted most so he happily walked all of them over to the couches and dropped them quietly on the coffee table and pulled his jelly back pack off, he grabbed one and also kicked his shoes off since he didn’t want to ruin the couch when he pulled his legs up and crossed them like an Indian. Time to get down to the nitty gritty.

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[Anthony Cooper]

Anthony sat there in the couch, completely loving life as it's plush surface pressed against his body and welcomed him vigorously. Had he not been so determined to find at least one recipe worth jotting down, he'd have curled up right there, jeans and all, and slipped into a coma that would have been filled with the odd dreams he was used to having. But, no, he was on a mission. one he was determined to win, at that, and he stubbornly flipped through some of the pages of the cook book. The first page he landed on happened to be cupcakes, and Tony couldn't help himself from laughing. Cupcakes? Seriously? I could make those when I was six years old.. he scoffed, and turned the page quickly. The boy was eager to find something different; something complicated, especially. He thoroughly enjoyed recipes that forced him to try and take special care.

Cupcakes? No trying necessary. They practically made themselves.

Something caught his attention, then, as blue eyes looked up from the 'insulting' book. A pink hoodie, to be precise. The body was slim, narrow, even and his brain automatically categorized this to be the body of a female. His face scrunched some, though, as he noticed there weren't many curves. Not the usual one of a female, anyhow. Leaning forward over the book, Anthony peeked down the aisle that he'd just come from himself to see the person plucking books off of the shelves and loading themselves up from cover to cover. Blinking, Tony pulled back quickly as he noticed the other was turning and starting to walk towards the couches.

Eyes averted themselves to the book nestled in his lap instinctively, feigning the look of innocence, as if he hadn't just been 'spying' on the other. As the other person passed, though, Tony lifted his eyes up from the book and noticed the hair. Kind of short for a girl? he thought to himself, more confused as ever. Curiosity getting the best of him, as it always did, Tony waited a moment before setting the frustrating book down at his side, and pushing himself up off of the couch silently. The natural sneak walked around behind his own couch, and passed a few other chairs before he made it to the back of the couch that the doubtful 'girl' had sat. Pausing, standing behind the other now and peering down, he noticed that there was no chest to speak of either. Not a female one, anyways.

Confusion blocking his mind, he decided to speak up, least he scare the other student in all his intense silence. "Hey there," came the milky, almost sly tone, his back arching as he leaned down on the back of the couch, just to the left of the boy's head. Arms folded on top of this as head rested on them, cheek pressed against his hoodied arm as icy blue eyes stared at the other with a growing sense of curiosity. No, it wasn't a girl, he decided, but that didn't make him any less attractive. Anthony was still determining which side of the door he swang on, as far as his gender preference went, and so he carried around the title of 'curious' on his shoulders as an excuse until he figured it out. Eyes traced the outline of the seemingly younger boy's jawline before gliding down to look at the book in his hands. "What'cha got there?"

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[Choi Park]

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Wow, most of this stuff was pretty good, but he didn’t think it was good enough for his older brother or cousin to eat, so on to the next one! The next book he picked was a bit heavier and had more pictures and was better at explaining how to make food then just saying you put this and this and then stir. He nodded in approval at some things he saw and put it beside his backpack so he could check out and use to make things out of, he wouldn’t use the book itself like cutting it up and serving it but he would use the pages and write the things he needed down later, that was a start anyway. Shifting a bit he grabbed another book and did the same thing, skimmed to see what else he could make from the books, he stopped for a moment and watched the boy across from him move from his seat to across the room or something, Choi really wasn’t that completely interested for the time being, shifting a little bit he sighed softly and ran his fingers through his short dark brown hair, he wondered what his brother was doing right now, most likely sleeping or something like that, god his older brother was so lazy.

Shifting a bit he began to feel a little uncomfortable. He felt eye’s just burn into the back of his body, well maybe not burn but they sure didn’t feel all that comfortable, then a voice came and Choi turned around quickly and blushed a little bit, his jade green eyes met a set of bright blue ones, like the color of a baby doll’s eyes. “Hey… oh I’m reading some cook books.” He said softly and nodded, his voice was barely about a whisper, if he was more like his brother then he knew he wouldn’t be able to be understood at all, since they had such thick accents thought. Thankfully Choi’s was very mild Chinese accent, you could easily understand him, but he still had an edge to his voice that made people go Oh well where did you come from? He smiled gently at the male and looked back at his books. For some odd reason his heart was going a million miles per hour, it was his eyes. They were so pretty! Just like Taemin’s and Aoi’s they were a different spell binding color.

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[Anthony Cooper]

Tony watched from behind the boy, arms laced nicely over one another with his cheek still pressed against the one on top. It looked like he was just flipping through the books, not really reading them. It wasn't until Tony took a closer glance, though, and noticed that some of the cook books seemed to catch the boy's eye, while others didn't and got sat aside into two separate piles. Which pile was the keeper one, though, he was unsure. Still, the boy was feeling that curiosity streak running through him efficiently. His meaner half got shoved aside for now, as it had been for the majority of the week. Some might call him bi-polar, but he didn't change personalities and moods all of a sudden. It was more like one week he'd be really emotional, the next happy, and the one after that unpredictable and anti-social.

There wasn't really a better way to describe it.

Anthony inhaled softly, picking up the other's scent as he watched the boy whirl around to face him, his lips picking up in a flashy grin while they exposed some of his pearly whites. He looked a little startled, but not frightened. Which was good. Anthony glazed his eyes over the boy's facial features slowly, making note of the shape of the eyes. Hmm. Some sort of Asian decent, he figured? The shifter was none too good with determining Chinese from Japanese from Korean, and all the other various possibilities, but he wasn't ignorant enough not to acknowledge that there was a difference. Even if he couldn't see it so much. Deciding to keep his mouth shut on the matter and ask when he had more to bank off of, his grin was still present as he noticed the other held an almost dainty voice.

“Hey… oh I’m reading some cook books.”

Well no shit, he thought to himself, unable to shake the natural sarcasm that followed him everywhere. He even chuckled at this thought, lips closing to form a smile instead. "I kind of gathered that from you walking in the cooking section," Anthony offered up to the other as he lifted himself off of the couch. One hand gripped the surface of the plush material, and he took a step back. With one fluent motion, he kicked his body off of the ground and swung himself over the couch, landing on the sitting side with a bounce as he was now sitting beside the younger looking other. Between them, there was a stack of books that wiggled with the force that he hammered into the couch, and a couple of them toppled into his lap. One of them landing.. not so comfortably. He winced once and lurched forward, but bit his pierced lip to keep from making any sounds of pain.

"I meant like, were you looking for anything in particular?" He asked, picking up the devil book that tried to knock the wind out of him. "Most people I know don't go snatching up half the library shelf with nothing in mind." Another warm chuckle left his lips as he peeled back the cover, noticing that it was a majority of asian delights. Judging by the ingredients, anyways. The titles were beyond his capability to pronounce. Anthony didn't have much experience in this sort of food, but the tastes were always welcome to him. It was then that he realized that the boy had spoken in a hint of an accent, and he cracked a smile, shaking his head. Always the most interesting people around this school. "I'm Anthony Cooper, by the way."

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[Choi Park]

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Choi blinked as the male backed up suddenly away from the couch, was Choi that boring to talk too? Then without a warning the older boy seemed to just jump over the couch like a deer and land, badly since some of his big books went right into the neither regions of the male’s lower body. Choi flailed. “S-Sorry! I’m so sorry!” He said and moved to pull the books away, in doing so he turned the brightest color red ever. He moved all of his books down to the ground so they didn’t attack the male’s crotch again, Choi still kept his one book in his lap and continued to flip through it, his face still a pretty bright pink. His face did not tone down when the male stated he knew they were all cook books because the boy was in the cooking section to start with so, that didn’t help his face get cooler.

He watched the boy eye his cook books for a moment before smiling gently at him, “I’m looking for things to make my brother and cousin. So they don’t get home sick you know? My brother and I are from China and my cousin is from Korea!” He stated with a wide smile and looked back at the book, finding it good so he put it over into the good book pile and then he picked a larger book from the pile on the floor, quickly he dismissed it since it wasn’t really that good and didn’t have step by step instructions.

Choi looked back at the other and met the male’s baby doll blue eye’s, his heart began to beat a bit faster then normal, his eyes were so beautiful. Choi began to think his jade green eye’s weren’t even that beautiful. Choi looked away quickly and gave him a smile before slowly looked back at him, his name was Anthony? Cool. “Choi Park, I’m Choi.” He said in almost a stuttering kind of voice, he was nervous so nervous. He honestly didn’t think anyone would want to come up to him like this and just have a random conversation. Choi figured that Anthony was a culinary student, based on the fact he was up here also reading some cook books and also because he seemed to take interest in what Choi was reading. He was glad his older brother wasn’t here because he would be all over Choi right not, embarrassing him so the male would go away and Choi didn’t want that at all, he knew his brother meant well but right now he was just too pleased with the way things were going.

For another second, Choi took a glance at the male’s eye’s and he blushed even more, without even thinking he let words slip out of his mouth that he never intended on ever saying during a first meeting. “You have beautiful eyes, Anthony…”

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[Anthony Cooper]

Anthony's sarcasm was always more or less harmless -- his sense of humor rarely met the eyes of his friends on an equal level. Strangers and acquaintances were a far shot to expect any kind of chuckle from; he'd figured that much out from experience. Not wanting to end up insulting the boy on accident or make him feel too uncomfortable, Tony decided to keep his trap shut as best as possible. Though he couldn't promise himself that some comments would slip. Just after the books crunched into his lap, Choi's arms shot out unexpectedly and waved around in classic 'flail' mode. “S-Sorry! I’m so sorry!” he apologized quickly, and Tony witnessed his cream toned skin practically glow from the adorable shade of red that blossomed on his cheeks.

Tony had to restrain from doubling over. Little things seemed to set the boy off, it looked like, and he couldn't help but grin even as the red started to die down into a floral pink as the younger boy shuffled around eagerly and set books aside of the floor. "No, no. Don't be." He spoke up, finally finding his voice again. "It's alright; clearly the books don't want me hanging around." A soft chuckle left his lips as he contemplated scooting closer to the other boy, now that the books were out of the way. But perhaps that'd be moving too fast for the currently nameless other. Although, Tony had learned some pointers from his roommate about getting into people's heads to see how they worked, Anthony didn't think he wanted to put this stranger boy in the same awkward, terribly frustrating sexual tension that Leo - his roommate - had put him through. Simply because he could.

No, no that wouldn't be right. Maybe a little fun though... and then he saw that smile play on the younger boy's lips, and Tony was sure his heart had just melted. Damn, now who was playing the mind games? “I’m looking for things to make my brother and cousin. So they don’t get home sick you know? My brother and I are from China and my cousin is from Korea!” The Junior had been so wrapped up with the interesting hint of an accent, that he'd hardly got the gist of the reply. Brother and cousin, okay, so what did that mean? That they were here at the academy most likely. If it was one thing he knew, food didn't stay good for long if it was being shipped over. Unless it was processed food, which made Anthony's stomach churn at the mere thought.

A brother and cousin also probably meant that they just might be the protective kind; he knew that his own sibling was. And if they were, then he'd have to tread carefully not to upset this boy -- Choi, he learned -- and have them rampaging after him. Oi. That wasn't a road he wanted to go down. ..Again. He picked up another thing as the boy said he was from China. So he -was- Asain! Tony had to fight himself from doing some kind of a fist pump in celebration. Looked like his skills weren't so rusty afterall. His eyes glazed over the other's facial features once again as he applied them to his Chinese heritage, in hopes of being one step closer to actually finding out the difference between all those countries... over there. Anthony wasn't usually fond of the characteristics or physical build of the Asian community, as far as finding them attractive went.

Of course he had friends of that lineage, but he'd never looked at them anything else past that. This Choi here, though, was quite the exception. Anthony had been drawn to him the moment that pink hoodie caught his eye -- even if he had thought that he was a 'she'. "China huh?" he mused, and looked back down into his lap at the book he still had propped open. That explained the dishes that were in the abusive book's pages. Some were rice fixtures (or rather, the majority) and others had some form of fish or seafood in them. All very appealing to him, due to his shift. "That's actually really cool -- Your accent kind of gave it away but, I wasn't sure." He looked back up and grinned meakly. The mere thought of there being another Culinary major out there was a threatening one, even though he knew full well that there were others judging by the classes he'd taken in previous years at the academy.

Even still, Tony's ego was hard to match and even more difficult to destroy, but he tried not to think too much about it. He didn't want to feel intimidated in the slightest at this moment. Not when he was having fun. And then the unexpected happened. “You have beautiful eyes, Anthony…” Oh-no. A compliment. Those were probably the most unstable things to use around the red panda shift, as he never knew how to respond correctly verbally. His body always reacted for him, though, as it did now. Now it was -his- turn to turn a light shade of pink, as it always did when he was complimented, and he felt his throat close. Utterly lost for words. Needing a moment, Anthony pried his eyes away from the other on the couch and focused on his breathing. Only a second or two had passed when his voice started to return, though it came out in a bit of a stutter.

"Uh.. mm, thanks." Smooth, guy. Real smooth. Shoving the thought away he glanced back over to Choi with a smug grin, his left arm - being the closest to him - reached around the front of the smaller boy and tenderly brushed some of the black hair from Choi's face, finally getting a good view of the other's eyes as well. His brows arched in interest then as his grin turned into a smile, his alternating snake bite piercings lifting up with the motion. "You know, Choi," he drawled, tracing his eyes with the outline of the boy's own. "You have some pretty eyes too, y'know -- I don't see many green-eyed folks here with your shade." Satisfied with himself, he pulled his hand away as his blush quickly subsided. "So, mind if I ask what your shift is? I kind of guessed your major," he paused and chuckled. "Mine's a Red Panda -- And, please, call me Tony."

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[Choi Park]

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Don’t be sorry? Impossible, Choi had a huge habbit out of making things bigger then they seemed and even when something wasn’t even his fault he often found himself saying how sorry he was about it. Often times he was saying sorry for something his brother did and nothing he himself did, it was weird honestly, he was weird but that was Choi. He didn’t like bad things happening to people and always defended those who caused the problem and then those who were a victim of whatever happened. Fights, verbal arguments any of the sort and even the smallest thing like well a book falling into Anthony’s lap, he felt it was his fault since he put the books there so that’s why he was stubbornly and continuously saying he was sorry. “N-No, I’m sorry.” He whined gently like a little child and gave him a look, but then his face turned red and he nodded once the male told him it was okay.

Choi bit his lower lip gently and winced a bit and quickly stopped, he still had a little cut and a small bruise from when he was beat up a few days before. Yes, Choi was a bully magnet he always had been since he was a little boy. This time around he was beaten up because he was defending his brother who had broken some guys shoulder before hand, he didn’t remember all the details about it but Choi got pretty hurt, that was until Remi came and protected him from the bullies and sent them away. Choi always needed help, and that caused a very sad look to cover the male’s features. However it didn’t take him long at all to snap out of it when the male mentioned China. “Mhm! A lot of people say mean things to me when I tell them that,” He couldn’t understand why though, but at the same time he did, shifting a little in his seat Choi looked like he was about to cry, crap. Don’t do this now! Cry later when you see Aoi.

The older boy seemed to be a little shy when he gave his compliment and then it was like a complete 180 and the next thing Choi knew Anthony was touching him. Choi’s heart was going a million miles per hour right now, oh god. Choi’s face turned even more red when the other told him he had pretty eyes and slowly Choi shook his head in disagreement. “N-Not really…” He muttered softly and quickly looked away from the male, he was so nervous around him and now he understood why. Anthony was so good looking, he had perfect hair and a smile that was to die for and he was sure his body was amazing too. While Choi sat there normal, nothing special, girly.

Anthony was a red panada? Amazing! “I-I turn into a baby giant panda.” He muttered softly and shyly his face going back to the bright pink as before.

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[Anthony Cooper]

Tony caught that slight whine that Choi gave off, and he wasn't sure what it was from. Had he hurt his feelings by telling him it wasn't his fault..? It sounded absurd, but the only time he heard people whine was when they were hurt -- or were behind closed doors. Hoping he hadn't managed to offend the other in some way, the nod that the boy had given somewhat eased his mind. Something about the other's structure made him believe that he was frail. Not in a sickly fashion, but in a more 'You had to be careful' kind of thing around him, both with how one spoke and how they acted. Like a delicate China plate, no pun intended.

It wasn't until he saw the wince from the boy that he averted his attention to his mouth, lingering there a moment. Then, he saw what had done the reflex flinch, and his eyes widened in wonder. Was that.. a cut? Tony leaned forward some, still not close to his face as he turned his head to the side. "Hey, are you okay there?" Maybe his hypothesis on Choi being delicate was accurate, more or less. His best guess lingered on the idea that the boy had simply slipped and fallen somewhere, and busted his lip or something. "Did you fall?" He even saw a momentary sad look cross his face, and Tony pouted some. Did falling on the ground really make a person sad?

“Mhm! A lot of people say mean things to me when I tell them that,” Well, he seemed to pep up some, but Tony couldn't fathom why. When 'mean things' were said his way, Tony's first reaction was to say something meaner back. And if it escalated enough, get a little physical. His pout turned into a frown as he noticed the Asian boy start to water his eyes. "Mean things?" He shook his head, half in disbelief. "I can't imagine anyone saying mean things to you. At all." And it was true, Choi seemed like such a nice little boy, and it was hard for him to even think of someone who had the nerve to go around and mess with the kid, even verbally. Then, a thought crossed his mind. "They didn't touch you, did they?" Tony was only protective over those he considered his close friends, or his stuff, but still the idea of bullies never sat well with him. Stranger or not.

Tony's hand momentarily clenched into a fist, then relaxed and tightened back up again. It did this a few times before he finally pulled himself back, pressing his back against the couch as he calmed himself down. He cracked a smirk, then, and glanced back at the boy. He looked so young! "If I were you, I'd say mean things back. Get even." He sighed then, though and shook his head. "You don't look like the type to be rude to others though." And then Choi said he didn't have pretty eyes, and Tony swiveled his head around to look at him, dumbstruck. "You gottabe kidding me -- Trust me, I wouldn't lie to you." Alright, in reality he would; but it wasn't a personal thing. Anthony had an impulse to lie to just about anyone, even his best friends, and sometimes he believed himself in his own lies. Lying for him was like breathing; something that came fluently, was believable, and without hesitation.

In this circumstance, though, Tony wasn't lying about the eyes. He truely did enjoy looking at them, and most people he'd seen at this school had some sort of shade of blue, brown, or hazel. Rarely did he see green. His brows arched in interest then as he smiled. "A Giant Panda? Huh! I think it's safe to say you're the only other 'Panda I've met in this school.. Interesting." Then, he reclined back into the arm of the couch, propping an arm up on the back of the couch. "So, any way I can help in your search?" He'd ask, suddenly feeling that sleep cloud start to dawn on him again. He'd nearly forgotten that he was sleep deprived, and only wanted to spend a little time in the library for a few moments. He wanted to sleep, but he found the other interesting if not a little baffling, so he figured he'd stick around for a little.

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[Choi Park]

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Hey, are you okay there? The older boy asked him this, the one question that right now he was having a hard time answering. Was he okay? No, not really. Choi was tired, and upset and just over all a mess, though he had to keep it together he had to be strong for when his cousin came over to the school, he had to be strong for Aoi since Aoi was getting over his anorexia. Choi was putting so much on his plate and he was just fourteen years old, so no he wasn’t really okay on the inside anyway but did Anthony need to know that? Not really. “Sorry, I just… have a lot to think about these days.” He muttered softly and ran his hand through his black hair and he leaned back into the couch, he forgot about all the books, he just wanted to sit and think right now. Another question asked and Choi just had to snort a little bit. “No, I was punched.” He said.

Soon an over whelming sense of guilt just ran over Choi, Anthony didn’t ask to hear such a sob story from him, he doubted he eve wanted too. Shaking his head Choi grabbed the books he planned to check out downstairs and shoved them into his clear jelly back-pack. He felt bad, the other didn’t ask for anything like this and honestly all Choi wanted to do was talk about every little thing that was bothering him and Anthony wouldn’t want that. “I-I’m sorry for wasting your time with my stupid stories.” He said quickly and stood and bowed his head like he would normally do back home. He was running away, Choi had a habit of doing this, it wasn’t like he hated being around the male, no he thought the male might start disliking him because of how much he seemed to whine and stuff. Choi didn’t want that but also at the same time he knew that leaving the male might cause the same problems.

Choi made it too the stairs and slowly started to walk down them, his heart was beating painfully from the fact he was going against it and leaving the male for now. Maybe they would meet up again? Who knew. Choi wasn’t sure of anything at this point, if it be in his head or something said he just didn’t know. He made it too the second floor before he sighed softly and moved to sit down on the steps, no one else was coming up or down so he would be safe from anyone who was running to check out a book. Choi pursed his lips a little bit and wondered what he should do, go back and say sorry? Or maybe the other could come to make sure he was okay? He didn’t know.

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