When baby panda's need a hand. [/closed]

[Choi Park]

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Today, was not a very good day. Today Choi admitted he liked a guy, only to be half way shut down and then brought back up when the guy asked him out, maybe it was pity? Maybe it was because the other kind of liked him too? Who knew, either way Choi was pleased. Maybe it would be a good start for him? To go and have a date, his first date anyway. Aoi seemed to suddenly think it was the best idea ever created by man. So there was that little slice of his day and then the next part really wasn’t the best thing that would ever happen to him, even though it seemed to happen a lot. He got beat up, wow like that was never knew in his life. It was the same guy that had his shoulder broken by Aoi, the same guy Remi spooked off earlier, seemed like he wasn’t finished with Choi yet since he punched him out. Lovely. His nose was bleeding a bit still and he was all alone. Aoi took the burden of hunting and destroying the guy all on himself so he didn’t have to really worry about anything right now. Oh, he was wrong.

Two boys, Tony who he had a crush on and also a new boy he met named Fidel were going to take it upon themselves to make sure he was okay, since he didn’t want to go to the nurse very much. He and Aoi both had problems with doctors and medical people, they were just rather scary all around, and Choi figure it got it from his older brother. Shifting a bit he leaned back into his bed and listened for any sounds that might have told him to go and let the two in. Soon it came. Choi took his stuffed Charmander, cause he needed emotional support apparently and walked over to the door, it was just him in his dorm room. Mel was away and who knew where the other boy went, honestly Choi didn’t even know his name, but he guessed that he had left the school or something, who knew?

When Choi opened the door he looked at the other too and hide his face in his stuffed animal and quietly let them inside, he didn’t say much since he honestly didn’t know what to tell them besides the fact he was fine and didn’t need help, but he guessed they wouldn’t believe him so why bother? Choi crawled back on his bed and looked at his computer like a totally interested baby with a new toy. Choi didn’t know this at the time but, he and his older brother were exactly the same when it came to the will power of going to a nurse or doctor. They had no will for it.

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outfit;;here!
tags;;toooonnnyy and fiiiidddeeelll
notes;;Choi‘s bed xD

[Anthony Cooper]

Tony's fists were practically balled up as he sat there and typed along the computer screen. They'd been that way ever since he first read that Choi's nose had been broken by some asshole who had nothing better to do or amount to in his life. Instincts told him to hunt the sorry bag of bones down, set him down in a chair, and just torture the bastard Iraqi style. Or, what they called Iraqi style on the television, anyways. His more rational side that barely had a voice had spoken against it, though, and he unfortunately had given into it. No knocking heads. ...For now. Besides, that Aoi guy seemed like he had things under control. But in the process had left his sibling alone, hopefully not bleeding to death on the floor or anything. Broken noses were serious, and if not fixed properly by some amateur, the cartilage could shoot up to the brain.

But, then again, that was TV. How much of that was real he was unsure.

Either way, Tony signed off of the computer after catching Choi mention something about being hungry. Food; Tony could help with that, couldn't he? Shoving away from the desk and closing the laptop, the boy shuffled over to his mini fridge and pried it open after squatting down, the chilly air greeting his face and hands as he dug around inside of the bloated machine. He mostly had stolen food ingredients inside, varying from meats to veggies to fruits, and a small collection of sodas. It was a wonder how it all managed to fit in there, but thanks to Zander's key that he'd gotten to the kitchen.. sneaking in to the cafeteria had never been easier. Although he did miss the challenge. The icy fingers continued to curl around his skin as he pushed items aside, reaching for the stirfry he'd whipped up earlier for Sieffre and had packaged away.

They finally reached his chest, and he gave a slight shudder. Pausing, the Red Panda boy looked down at himself, and realized he hadn't a shirt on the skin of his back to his name. Groaning, and not wanting to waste time, he pushed himself away from the fridge with the container in hand, and placed this on the edge of the desk. Lean, non-muscular body hurried over to his dresser, and yanked the first drawer out. Tony risked a glance at the basketball shorts he had on for comfort, and decided a simple T-shirt and hoodie wouldn't hurt any. Fishing these items out, fingers yanked the shirt over his back swiftly before doing the same to the hoodie. The hood hooked over the top of his browned hair, though he ignored this. Instead, the shifter eagerly reached out to grab the container, shoved his phone in his pocket, and started making his way to the door.

Out of the room and in the hall in a matter of seconds, his eyes instantly fell towards the stairs, spotting Fidel making his rounds. Anthony jerked his chin with half a smile in greeting before turning and walking towards room 109, a bit hesitantly. It wasn't until he'd paused infront of the door that he realized what he was doing. Okay... so.. am I dating this kid? Or.. just taking him out? came the complex thoughts, his free hand rapping on the door lightly as he shifted his weight insecurely from foot to foot. Bottom lip was snagged under his teeth as he chewed on the soft texture slowly, contemplating this thought. Tony had been in and out of relationships for a while now; both boys and girls alike. And what did he learn? That girls caused more drama, but boys still remained confusing. Leaving him clueless as far as his preference went.

But Choi was a whole different story. He honestly didn't know how to categorize him. One minute he was both hating Leo and sleeping in the bed beside him, and the next he was pouncing after Choi and offering to take him on a date. He'd been in open relationships for the past few months, he'd nearly forgotten what a 'date' was like. Anthony shook his head just before he saw the boy crack open the door, then pried it all the way open. Then it hit him -- Aoi had said Choi was 14, right? Tony was seventeen; people would surely get to talkin' if they did wind up making this thing official. One thing at a time, Tones. He told himself, and hid away his feelings fluently while flashing Choi a coy smile, watching him cradle the pokemon stuffed animal and retreat to his bed.

"Hey Choi," he murred, stepping into the room and flinching some at the light. It was pretty bright inside, and his eyes were sensitive to it, but so long as he didn't stare at it too long no headache should happen. Tony stopped chewing on his lip as he took a look around the room, taking a few more steps inside. "I brought you some stirfry -- You don't have to eat it," he added quickly, setting it down on a nearby dresser. "Just thought you might want some." Figuring Fidel would be just around the corner sometime soon, Anthony slowly made his way over to the bed and sat down beside Choi in much the same fashion that he had back in the library when they first met. Actually, the only other time he'd seen him face to face. Tone dropped low as he turned towards the boy who was intently staring at the screen, a feeling of guilt hitting his gut.

Whether or not Aoi handled this guy who'd put his hands on his friend -- or were they more than that now? -- Tony was sure he'd go after him at a later time, on his own schedule. Without letting Choi know. "The bleeding looks like it stopped.." he observed quietly, letting his eyes glaze over the boy's intensely adorable facial features from the side. "It'd be stupid of me to ask if it hurts but, I'm going to do it anyways." Blue eyes drifted to the stuffed animal in his hands, and he grinned lightly. "..Does it hurt?"

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[/color] Here--*CREDIT SAM !? of A Changed Hogwarts. Don't remove the credit or I will find you. LYRICS fake it - seether NOTES *dramaticmusichere* WORD COUNT 1042 TAGG Choi; Fidel [/center][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[Fidel Mantangra]

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Fidel's face couldn't help but curl up into a grin when Tony mentioned something about no knowing Choi's room number. Now that he could help with! He remembered Zander metioning something about it, because his girlfriend, er.. boyfriend was in that same room. What was the kid's name? Mel, right? Well, there was the problem! Mel was an ambiguous name as any. Short, frail little thing the only time Fidel had seen him. While eaves dropping on that conversation, he ended up 'wandering' by room 109, and happened to spot PARK, CHOI in black letters in the list of occupants.

Perhaps Choi should hate him for giving away his room number. But he was Tony's..uh. Tony was his... Fidel poked his tongue out in thought. What the hell were they anyway?! Choi really seemed to like him, but Tony... Fidel couldn't quite read the whole situation like he would've wanted to. Still! Romantical relationshipal antics or not, it was not smart to let a sit about with a broken nose, just twiddling his thumbs and waiting for his brother to return with the jerks head stuck to a pike. The teen laughed in spite of himself, that was an interesting, if not gruesome, image.

"Time to work." he said, kicking the desk and rolling backwards on his wheeled chair. Inevitably, it snagged on something and Fidel was sent flying backwards, tumbling along the ground and coming to rest at the foot of Loki's bed. Fortunately there was no one in the room for him to make a fool out of himself to. But.. that was something that also kind of bothered him. Zander was on a trip, of course. He never really saw Loki. And Jay? He suddenly felt sad, he hadn't seen Jay for a while. He wanted to stay positive about the whole thing, but Jayden Richardson was one of the few people he couldn't read. He couldn't understand if Jay loved him, hated him, or perhaps both. It was like Fidel waited on his every movement with baited breath. Like some kind of dog. Even if he was just a dog to Jayden though, Fidel didn't care.

It was a peculiar situation that always amazed the raccoon shifter. How had he, the rough and tough, i-don't-give-two-youknowwhats kid from the streets of Chicago end up so deeply devoted to another boy. His thought strayed over all of this and eventually found its way to Choi and Tony. How would they fair? Fidel kinda knew Tony, but wasn't all that sure about him and his motives yet, and he didn't have much to go off of Choi besides an icon and c-box conversations. Would it be strange to say that in someway Fidel liked Choi, then?

Of course not like that. but there was something about the 15 yeal-old that touched a special chord in Fidel's heart. Choi might not have recognized it, but he was somewhat like Fidel. Only when Fidel was stripped down to the core, all of his toughness, and brashness thrown aside. He supposed that was why he was going to be taking him to the nurse now then. Man, he had really gone soft.

Picking himself up off the dirty floor he walked through the door and into he hallway, starting towards the staircases. Room 109,a few flights up. Fidel bounded up them at his own pace. He hated stairs. As he neared the destination floor, he spotted Tony... who didn't bother to wait up for him. Oh well. All the more reason to slow down. Do not question Fidel's logic.

When he finally entered the room he found Tony sitting on the bed with a real life-sized Choi. No tiny icon preview. Though this Choi definitely was damaged. His nose anyway. Fidel suppressed a grimace and forced a smile. "Why hello children, how about we head down, yeah?" He walked up to Choi confidently, tipping his hat up so he could properly look down at him. Do not question his logic. "ooh, boy! That's a bruiser!" He leaned in to scrutinize the wound, suppressing a shudder as he straightened. "Name's Fidel Scott Mantagra. This is Tony, And your name is Choi, am I right?" Of course he was right, he knew who Tony was, it was just a weak attempt at humor. God knows they needed it.

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Notes! yey
Outfit! hurr~
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[Choi Park]

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It was odd having two people you barely; or more so one person since he knew Tony and had met him outside of the school’s chat box come into your room and make sure you weren’t dying from lack of blood loss or something. He wasn’t and really he didn’t even truly need to go to the nurse since he didn’t think his nose was broken because he could wiggle it without a bit of pain, so he was sure it was fine, plus it felt perfectly in place too so there you go. For some reason he didn’t want to say he was okay, he wanted them to stay for a bit just so he didn’t pass out from any sort of lack of blood loss. “It only hurts when I touch and push on it.” He said softly and looked up at Tony, oh crap here came the butterflies again. Whenever he saw Tony even on the chat box, he felt like he was in some sort of daze then he came to the realization of how much he really liked this guy. Aoi would throw a fit if he knew that he liked Tony, the one who he “hired” to help Choi start dating. He gave him a weak smile and looked away.

Then the second male was in his room by this time and he looked exactly the same as the little icon on his computer. He smiled at the male and then nodded slowly, “I am, and I know who you two are.” He said softly and looked back down at his computer screen, he still was for the moment at a loss of words, it was clear that in his mind he was still dealing with suddenly being attacked out of no where like a wild animal in the well wild. “I hope Aoi is okay…” He muttered to them softly and moved to grab his phone and make sure the other hadn’t texted him or anything, which he didn’t. Damn. Choi slowly closed his computer and gave them both a look and then eye’d the food that Tony had left him on the dresser, he looked like he wanted it but just didn’t feel like moving off the bed for the moment. “I don’t think I have to go to the nurse, it stopped bleeding” He said softly and nodded, his bright jade green eyes looking anywhere but on the two men, he was just so embarrassed.

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outfit;;here!
tags;;tooooonnnyyy and fiiiddeeell
notes;;@x@ Sorry short~ I‘m excited for my game today xD

[Anthony Cooper]

Anthony's mind was buzzing with thoughts, theories, and ways to get the boy down to the nurse's office. He said he was a baby panda shift, right? So.. maybe he could leave a trail of bamboo or something down the hall if he could get the boy to shift or something. Choi didn't seem the type to get angry; emotional, sure, but not quite mad so that was out the window. Still, Tony sat there on the bed that he just now realized was sinfully comfortable, and tried to sort out his thinking. That wasn't the only thing on his mind -- the other was what he was supposed to be looked to as from the little panda boy. He wasn't his boyfriend, was he? Surely not, considering none of them had asked the other out; save for the date he was taking them on. So perhaps they were just a.. a 'thing' for now. Yeah, I can live with that. he nodded to himself once.

Then, Choi's soft, mysterious green eyes looked his way, lips parting for some kind of words to come through. Anthony had decided somewhere in the hall that he wasn't going to leave this room until he was sure Choi wouldn't be swimming in his own blood sometime during the night. He was only directly two doors down from the boy, but he'd rather be sure just in case. “It only hurts when I touch and push on it.” Well, okay, that sounded about right. Going off of what information he had from the great wonderful world of television. Tony fumbled around inside of himself as he tried to explain this sense of 'caring' and 'compassion' he was more or less feeling towards the considerably younger boy. Yes, it was true that he was concerned for the boy's well being, and wouldn't wish death upon anyone. Stranger or not.

But that tone and voice he had used just then, asking if he was okay, wasn't like the normal Anthony. His previous self would have been jumping all over the opportunity at cracking jokes at this time, or wouldn't have bothered to come. Why? Because when it got down to the nitty gritty, the red panda only cared about his stuff, and his close friends. Which were few and far apart. So then what made Choi different? "I think it's safe to say you shouldn't touch it then, Choi-boy." He grinned in light jest, watching him practically melt into himself before his eyes. It was cute. Anthony then turned his shoulder around to watch as Fidel came trumping through the room, making his own comments on the state of the boy.

At that moment, it kind of.. well, clicked. He'd felt the unmistakable feeling way back when they'd first met in the library -- Anthony felt highly protective of the boy, given his tiny size, and had even gotten worked up in the library when Choi told him someone had socked him in the face a while back. So this was a sense of responsibility that he was feeling. It's weird.. came the self comment, cracking a smirk at Fidel's introductions. "Last time I checked my name was still Tony so, you're good." Apparently.. being territorial over someone (as he usually was) and being responsible and.. protective were two totally different things. Well, as far as Choi was concerned anyways. Then he thought back on the raccoon boy's statement about going to the nurse, and he gave a firm nod before hopping off of the bed, phone jostling about in his pocket as he did so. "Yeah, I think the sooner we get you down there, the better-"

“I don’t think I have to go to the nurse, it stopped bleeding” Huh. Well if that didn't put a wrench in his plans.. Tony didn't know what would. He gave a side glance towards Fidel, whom he preferred calling Quick Fingers just for the sake that it nagged the other, and gave a questioning look. By no means was Tony a doctor. Nor did he aspire to be one. But what would the nurse do if they got there? "I don't think it's broken, man." He stated, turning slightly to angle his words towards Fidel. "I think he'd be in a lot more pain if it was but.. Maybe we ought to stick around for maybe another hour or so? Just in case he decides to.. y'know," Tony paused here, reached a horizontal index finger up, and sliced it across his neck; gesturing the death motion.

Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted the smaller boy's eyes flitter over to the container of food he brought in, and he quickly side stepped past Fidel who was inconveniently in the way, and snatched it off of the dresser. Maneuvering his way bay towards Choi who held his phone for whatever reason, arm extended out to offer the food to the kid who'd managed to get inside of his head without hardly trying. Man, people seemed to have that sort of effect on him a lot these days. "Just in case you were too lazy to get up." He laughed once, his former self kind of oozing it's way back where it belonged. It was still too soft and 'nice' compared to his usual but, Anthony was bipolar after all. Who's to say it wouldn't all change by tomorrow?

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[/color] Here--*CREDIT SAM !? of A Changed Hogwarts. Don't remove the credit or I will find you. LYRICS fake it - seether NOTES lots of tony ramblin' going on. .o. WORD COUNT 902 TAGG Choi; Fidel [/center][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[Fidel Mantangra]

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Fidel snorted "Aoi, huh? If he's anything like us, I suspect he'll be bringing back the scalp of that boy within the hour!" The teen couldn't help but laugh at his own barbaric statement. From what he understood, this hadn't been the first time this person had acted out in violence against someone. He also understood that this wouldn't be Aoi's first time tracking down the repeat offender. It all seemed very 'Dog the Bounty Hunter-esque' and he found that quite hilarious.

He leaned against the bed post, not really seeing the benefits in sitting down on the bed. After all, he didn't want to impose on this budding relationship. The real reason he had come was actually to see this play out. Call him nosy,but he wanted to see if this was the real deal. Of course he wanted to make sure Choi was okay, but that was only one of the reasons. He suppressed a protest after Choi said “I don’t think I have to go to the nurse, it stopped bleeding” surprisingly he was able to hold it until Tony finished speaking to.

"He's not gonna keel over." Fidel said with a laugh. "Still! Broken or not. You regret not getting it looked at." He rose to his full height and looked down at the boys, both of which he was taller than. "And you're excused, Tony." He said smiling at him warmly as the boy pushed past him. He stepped back and set his stance at shoulder-width, placing his hands behind his back like an old military corporal. His voice also adopted a deeper tone, "Now! As I see it, there are two thing that can hapen here. Either one you come with the two of us like you said you would." He eyed Choi's nose pointedly in order to highlight his next point before speaking again, "Or two; you leave it to chance and risk facial deformation. You don't want that to happen, yeah?" he let scilence ring for a few moment's before shing and dropping onto one knee in front of Choi. "Look kid, I don't wanna scare you or nothing, but look at me." he closed one eye and tapped the side of his nose. "i had it rough a couple of times and once got my own nose broken. I didn't take care of it when I had the chance and now look. It's kinda crooked. I actually needed surgery to get it back into it's place."

Alright so maybe he didn't need surgery but there was a time when Fidel's nose was broken.It was misery and the boy simply didn't want to see anyone else have that happen to them.

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Notes! Bah, serious Fidel XD
Outfit! hurr~
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[Choi Park]

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A bright coloring of red and pink fell upon Choi’s face when Tony talked to him, whenever he spoke it just happened, it was like his brain was telling his body to react in ways for the other to be favored, so he could notice how the other effected him so much, crap it was driving him crazy. Did he like Tony so much so fast? It seemed so, it was like love at first sight however that made him snort when he thought about it. He liked Tony, a lot that was for sure but being in love with him was a different story, maybe it would happen? Something in the back of his head told him that it wouldn’t though, that this was just a failing trip of love and lust and he would end up the one alone. Something told him this, but he ignored it like the good boy he was suppose to do he ignored it. He snapped back to reality and smiled a bit a the expression on Tony’s face when he was about to tell him to go to the nurse.

“It’s not broken, thankfully…” He muttered softly and shifted a little bit and gave them both a look, well now he didn’t need them anymore right? He wasn’t in danger of dying or anything like that so they weren’t needed? They could go back to their rooms and live happily. He didn’t want them to really go though, not when he was all alone. Truthfully, Choi hated being alone, he always liked having someone close to him but knew that sometimes it wouldn’t happen. He didn’t even notice Tony move to get him the food but he was sure glad he did, he was hungry. Happily he took the little container and opened it and sniffs it a bit. “You can make stir-fry?” He had an idea but he just wanted to make sure, shifting he opened a dresser and pulled out a little pack of plastic forks and ripped it opened with his teeth and happily began to eat the food which normally was a breeze for himself to make, smiling he ate more and more, it was really yummy, he wanted to voice it but he was sure his expression would cover it.

Though his newly swallowed food was about to come back up when Fidel mentioned Aoi bringing back the other’s head and he shot the older male a look. “Icky! Don’t say that!” He muttered and pouted a good bit at him, the continued eating like the good little boy he was, it didn’t take long for Fidel to start talking again and he smiled a little bit at him, it was hard not to smile at him honestly. Really, you would think Choi would be frowning at him but he just couldn’t it was like trying to glare at a little kitten, it was just impossible unless you had a horrible kitten attack when you were younger thus leaving you with the impression that kittens were evil. Fidel did have a point, he promised he would go.

“You can’t scare a puppy, Fidel.” He muttered softly and played with his food, again letting a wide grin spread across his features. He looked at the other, letting his jade green eyes meet the other male’s and he nodded slowly, alright he got it. “I’ll go… just let me eat first.” He said softly and slowly ate his food, he liked to savor the flavors of his meals so he was a slow eater, something that honestly made his older brother Aoi angry whenever they went out to eat dinner.

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tags;;annnthony and fiddeeel
notes;;Choi can‘t take Fidel seriously xDD And Choi likes to hear Tony talk~ <X<

[Anthony Cooper]

Tony blinked in mild surprise at Fidel's burst of demandings, standing there in the room rather awkwardly. It appeared he wouldn't be satisfied until Choi somehow made his way down to the nurse, and Tony couldn't argue there. Fidel seemed the more.. caring sort, as apposed to himself, and he gave himself a mental kick in the butt. He had his spurts when he could be friendly and protective over people but, caring was not on the list. He'd purposely 'trained' himself, so to speak, to not get attached to people. Not closely, anyways. Even his best friends hadn't gotten any sort of loving attention from the boy, but Choi looked the sort who needed it. Deserved it, even. Would he be able to supply that kind of attention to the younger other? When he couldn't even give it to himself?

Another blink snapped him back to the present time, and he felt his mind reel at all the complications that were coming. He ought to feel guilty for using Choi like this, and somewhere inside he did. But it was too far underneath all his spite and loathing towards that damn Leo that the feeling was hardly a tickle against his sides. Eyes landed on the face of the small, almost frail Asian boy and his mouth curled into a smile at the blush on his cheeks. He hadn't even complimented him or started flirting in any shape or form, and yet the boy was almost like putty in his hands already! Tony's brow then arched a little at Fidel's momentary story about his past and his nose. His face remained calm, though inside he was laughing. Laughing, of all things! From the events he'd read about the raccoon boy getting into online, Anthony figured he'd managed to get sucker punched by someone for running his mouth too much or something. Or maybe nothing close to that.

"The guy's right." He finally chirped up, placing his hands on either side of his hips as he watched Choi accept the food. "You can make stir-fry?" came his light, fluttery voice. It was cute, hearing him talk. He wasn't going to blush over it, but it was cute none the less. Anthony laughed a little and nodded as he took a few steps back to prop himself up against the wall on his shoulder, leaning to the side a little to keep them both within his line of vision. Hands shoved into his pockets when the laughter finally died down, and he peered out towards the duo from under his hood. "Mhm. I can make quite a lot of things. Sea food dishes, pasta.. soups, steak.." he shrugged, then as a peculiar thought crossed his mind; causing him to stare a little.

With the raccoon boy there knelt before the panda one, the scene was.. to say the least, more or less adorable in it's self. His eyes kept jumping from Fidel to Choi, then back again. A questionable smirk crossed his pierced lips as a devious addition to his plan was made. He knew that the other had some kind of a boyfriend named Jayden - he'd met the kid before, and if he remembered correctly, he was mute. Regardless, in his mind, the two on the other side of the room seemed to compliment each other pretty well in his eyes. Anthony hadn't noticed any blushing when the other had spoken, but perhaps he could tap into some other kind of emotion for Fidel out of Choi -- if there was anything to pull out at all. He'd have to test it and see. "Well aren't you two just a plum dainty pair?" Damn. He'd been hanging around Everard too much. Last thing he wanted was to go around sounding like he'd been born and raised in some southern state.

"Soon as you're done, Choi," he jerked his chin towards the boy and his bowl, "We'll go down, okay?"

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[/color] See above CREDIT SAM !? of A Changed Hogwarts. Don't remove the credit or I will find you. LYRICS fake it - seether NOTES shortt WORD COUNT 660 TAGG Fidel; Choi [/center][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[Fidel Mantangra]

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Fidel was surprised at Choi's reaction. Did he not believe him? Fidel understood how sometimes he seemed a bit too crazy and wild and how that might affect his credibility. It was sort of ironically funny how Choi gave that little smile.

However, what he didn't find it amusing that the way he had gotten his nose broken. It had been late and Fidel was wandering home, having played at a friend's house he had lost track of the time. It wasn't all that smart to be wandering the city streets all alone at night, but the child feared he might accidentally anger his parents. About two-thirds of the way to the appartment, he was accosted by a very drunk man outside of a bar asking for cash. Of course, Fidel hadn't been carrying any with him, he told the man to go away. That seemed to anger him significantly, so the much larger intoxicated man snatched him by the hair and slammed his face into the brick side of the bar building a few times.Thankfully the bouncers came and tackled the man before any serious damage could be done. It was pretty nasty looking, but fortunately not awfully severe. What looked worse were the bruises. When he got home he just ran to his room, his parents not finding out until morning. They were convinced he had gotten into a fist fight with his friend and was forbidden to see him again.

Fidel winced, but successful pushed away the memory, replacing it with a plastic smile and laugh, "I bet a raccoon with a bad attitude could scare a puppy!" He laughed, it was totally in jest. It wasn't his aim to make the boy scared on him. He closed one eye again, "You'd be surprised what I can scare!"

"Well aren't you two just a plum dainty pair?" Tony's voice sounded.

Fake or not, Fidel's smile faded. "Tony?" it was slow and sounded a bit ominous. He stood slowly, stressing every movement until he was standing straight at a yardstick, using ever inch of his considerable height as an intimidation factor. To the untrained eye he looked angry, but he wasn't this was just a practical joke of sorts on Tony. After a few moments of uneasy silence he bust out into loud laughter, clutching his side, "bahaha! What the hell's your problem, man?" He chuckled a bit more until finalyl he stood with arms folded and mirth etched in every feature. "You can tell me to shut up, if you want to talk to him, yeah? No need to turn into a.." He started laughing again, "A southern bell." He dropped his arms and flashed a smile with a quick wink, "And i'm just kidding ya, if you didn't pick up already."

He was under the impression that nothing anyone did could faze him, and fpr the most part, it didn't. He certainly wasn't angry at Tony, not a bit, why would he be? If the red panda was jealous then he should be jealous. But perhaps it was something besides jealously. To be honest the wording of the comment had implied something. Perhaps that Fidel had a "thing" for Choi? Or maybe Choi had something for him. Personally, he found the thought a bit unnerving. Even if there was something between them, which there wasn't, Choi probably definitely wouldn't be able to handle the raccoon shifter. If Fidel would be asked to guess, he would say that the outcome of a relationship would leave the two of them frustrated and generally upset. But besides all of that, Fidel had Jayden. He had devoted so much to that boy. Although he didn't know how quickly Jay would willing to drop their relationship, Fidel had made a commitment not to be they one to leave. After all, it would kill him to see Jay's heart broken. So better Fidel than Jay, in his opinion. He played it off as though it were just a joke though, he couldn't let either of them actually see how he felt, of course.

"As soon as you're done Choi, we'll head down."

Fidel laughed and plopped on the floor. It was time Choi got a bit of teasing too, "Well at this rate we're moving at about the pace of a pack of tired turtles!" Not that he cared. He was just happy enough to sit and enjoy the boys’ presence.

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Notes!oops! I hope Fidel didn't scare either of them ^^; (*pokes Fidel, hard* You jack*ss..)
Outfit! hurr~
Words! 740
Tagg'd: Tony and Choi!

[Choi Park]

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Strange and awkward. Two odd words and emotions slowly began to creep over the room like a plague. Choi sighed softly, all of this was just too confusing, the mixture of feelings and thoughts, regrets and worries began to build up in his mind. How much could he honestly take? Not that much, because he could already feel himself ready to explode. He was causing to much worry, for Tony and Fidel anyway, and then came his brother. All the things he was doing to his brother while the older boy had his own issues to work out. In a weird way, Choi was regretting even coming here, he would have been less of a problem at home. “Sorry for all this trouble… I’m a nuisance really.” He muttered and poked at his food a bit more and then gave both older boys the smallest smile he could muster.

Slowly he finished the meal Tony had made and he set the container to the side and gave them both a look, alright he was ready to go to hell. He didn’t want to go to the nurse because doctors scared him honestly and he thought they were always going to like drain all of his blood from his body and stuff and it was just gross and nasty. He pulled a pair of neon blue zebra printed soaks on his feet and grabbed his cell phone just in case Aoi were to call or something, speaking of which maybe it would be a good idea for him to text Aoi? Yeah that would be smart because if the older male can hunting for him and then found him with two other guys, he might completely explode on the two. That was just Aoi, the over protective nut.

When Tony spoke again, about how and Fidel looked a pair, it hurt. Just a bit, not enough to make him cry or anything, or scream out against, but it still hurt and it was written over his face, completely masking any other expression he might have had before. That only added to the small amount of worry he had about himself and Tony not working out or even getting fair enough to considered to be a success or a total failure. He sighed softly and gave them a smile, again a small one maybe truly smaller then before? “Come on, let’s go…” He said and walked out of his room and in the direction of the nurses office, he took Aoi there before so he remembered where it was exactly, he hoped she would just send him back to his room so he could sleep, but maybe his nose really was broken? Who knew? Choi didn’t.

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outfit;;here!
tags;;fiddeeell and annnthhoonnyy
notes;;Sorry, it‘s so short @x@;

[Anthony Cooper]

"Tony?"

Attention swung back to Fidel like a slow pendulum, watching as the boy curled his spine around and slowly began to rise. And rise he did! Tony had to give it to him -- he was tall. The exact height? He didn't know, nor really care to find out. All he knew was that his own five foot eleven inches was close to the other's, be it that he was taller than the raccoon boy or even shorter himself. It was too close from his distance to tell. Anthony could hardly say he knew the other well, and so on the surface to him it looked as though he'd managed to strike a bad chord and tick him off. His brows knitted together some in a confused frown, trying to understand why he'd gotten so sensitive about his little statement. He hadn't figured the other student as a softie, but maybe...

All thoughts were shattered once the laughter came, and he released the breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding until then. It was some stupid practical joke. Great. Tony rolled his eyes as he waited for him to catch his breath, and finally he saw his lips start to part. "bahaha! What the hell's your problem, man?" At that particular moment, he preferred the Fidel that had been sitting on Everard's couch the other night choking compared to this one. Curse his mood swings. "You can tell me to shut up, if you want to talk to him, yeah? No need to turn into a.. a Southern Bell." Anthony rolled his eyes for the second time and pushed himself off of the wall he'd been casually leaning against. He was a sensitive sort of person in some situations, and often spoke through his actions when words wouldn't cut it.

Deciding to ignore the states, he looked over to Choi with a more relaxed face, who appeared to be done. “Sorry for all this trouble… I’m a nuisance really.” He blinked once. Twice. Then a third time for good measure. "Who said you were a nuisance? We just came to help, Choi." Think of something nice to say... think of something nice to say, damnit! he urged himself, already feeling the effects of his typical anti-social behavior starting to kick in. This happened every couple of weeks or so, this change. And he often resorted to holing himself up in his dorm room -- or outside -- and refused to talk to anyone for his own selection of time. It varied from an hour to two weeks on his scale, but he was not counting on those changes to take place now, of all times. "That's what friends are for, right?" The mere word of 'friends' tasted wrong on his tongue.

Foreign, even.

He hardly had any -- real ones, that is. Sure he had that occasional kid from his classes that would hang out with for the sake of mooching off of their smarts to help him on his homework or a project or something. But seldom could he call people his real friends. And it was then that it hit him as he followed Choi out into the hallway, head still tucked under his hood and hands shoved into his pockets tightly. He was a moocher. A 'user' of people. If they suited his needs, then he'd keep them around for as long as they were useful. After that? After he was done? They were tossed aside like some kind of rag doll. He looked up from the ground to the back of Choi's head as they made their way to the stairs, his footsteps smacking the stairs as they descended down.

He didn't want to toss Choi away like that; didn't want to hurt him. That wasn't apart of the plan at all. Not even in the slightest. The boy heaved a sigh, of regret as he wished he hadn't even agreed to all this mess. The little Park boy deserved much more than what Tony was willing to give him -- more than he even had to give, to be truthful. Body landed on the first floor of the dormitories, and he side stepped the boy to reach out and shove the door open for them, keeping it open until Fidel would cross, to which he'd then close the door and allow himself to be enveloped in the rain. Maybe he ought to tell him now? Break whatever they had off early before any permanent damage could be done? Truth be told, Anthony didn't know if he had the balls to even amount to that level of justice, and spare both of them whatever pain was to come.

Rain splashed against his face in a rather uncomfortable manner, soaking what parts of his skin it could reach. Although his slow step did not change. Was this sudden view brought on by the change of mood he was trying to cover up? He had no idea. Or had the guilt just finally caught up with him? Sure, Aoi would probably be pissed if he didn't already catch on to his sick little game. And, sure, he might have to spend the next few weeks sleeping on the roof or something to avoid having his head being used in the next soccer tournament, or basketball game with Aoi being the starter. That didn't bother him, though. What did was what he was doing to the little boy. "Choi," he called out over the sound of slapping rain, choking on his words a little. Damn, this was going to be hard. What was he supposed to say, exactly? It wasn't like they were officially going out. He'd just taken the kid out on one date. So.. what were they? "We.." he hesitated, slowing his walk down in the rain. "We need to.. to talk."

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