Lazing Around [Open]

[rhei]

Skipping class once again for what seemed like the hundredth time that month , it was a surprise that Rhei hadn’t been suspended. Hell, he didn’t know why he hadn’t even received a detention yet, but he sure wasn’t about to complain. After all, if he could get away with not having to attend some of the more inane classes, he was going to keep doing so until he finally pushed some teacher over the edge. Even then, why would they kick him out if he was here to be reformed? The worst that could happen would be that he could return to his normal school, back to the people who had apparently ‘corrupted’ him in the first place. It was definitely a win-win situation.

He was supposed to be attending some sort of math class, but instead the pale teen was sitting up in catwalk again, a shirt draped across his lap. He had managed to rip one of his sweaters, and ever since his roommates had moved in, he hadn’t felt safe firing up his sewing machine. That girl, she was…violent. Well, ‘violent’ was an understatement when it came to her, and suffice to say Rhei really didn’t want to risk his precious machine while she was around. Instead, he had come back to the theatre like always, taking his kit along so he could manually fix the seam that had burst. It was a lot of work, but it certainly beat out listening to some teacher blather on about functions and numbers and whatever else they taught in that godsforsaken class.

Humming under his breath, he threaded the needle once again, cursing foully as he knocked another spool of thread off the side of the walkway. It fell down into the audience, bouncing off of the carpeted floor with an inaudible click, and Rhei groaned in annoyance. He didn’t want to climb down to get it, not at all; it wasn’t too much work, but he was feeling lazy at the moment. Slender fingers began to stitch through the black material in his hands, and he sighed, making a mental note to go get the thread later on, before he actually decided to leave. There was no point in doing extra work when one was purposely trying to avoid such, after all.

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[Kohaku LeBara]

The theater. Kohaku had always been attracted to the teacher for some reason, he wasn’t sure what it was. He never liked dressing up, and surely not the make up. Maybe it was because he had the chance to act in the shoes of someone else, to live a life that wasn’t his. He was always told he was a wonderful actor, but well that’s because he had to act everyday in his house, when he was in front of his parents, it was always an act. Quite annoying really.

The man pushed open the door and wandered into the theater. A soft smile spread on the man’s face as he wondered through the aisles, his hand gently touching the fabric on the back of the chairs. This is where on-lookers sat to watch and be amazed at how well people were at throwing away their mask and putting on someone else’s.

His walking came to a halt when he stepped on something. The man raised a brow and scooped up the object, feeling it with his slender fingers. Thread? A spool of it? The man blinked with confusion then looked up, spotting the small boy on the catwalk. Strange, it must belong to the boy, for no one else was there….with a needle. Sighing gently the man walked over, his steps not making a noise. When he was by the boy he took a soft breath and tapped the boy’s shoulder to get his attention, a soft smile on his face as he held the spool up with two fingers.

“I believe this is yours?”

[rhei]

Hm, it hadn’t been that bad of a tear, and Rhei was thankful for that; without his machine he was limited to what he could fix, and since he didn’t know his roommates’ schedules yet, he wasn’t about to risk going back to the dorm quite yet. He had managed to patch up the sweater pretty well though, and he felt a certain pride in his work as he observed it with a critical eye. That was that, he supposed, and setting the garment aside he began to pick up the parts of his sewing kit, organizing them back into the small leather bag that he used to carry them around.

A soft touch on his shoulder made the grey-eyed teen jolt, and he nearly leapt forward at the sensation. There was no one there, what the hell? Sure, every theatre had its ghosts, but he had never met one yet, let alone been touched. Glancing back he was momentarily relieved to see an entirely solid figure, amber eyes glittering as they observed his form. That was mildly distressing, and a pang of confusion ran through his mind for a moment as he tried to figure out what was going on.

Oh sh*t, was that the teacher whose class he’d skipped this morning? Rhei shifted uncomfortably on the small walkway, his thoughts clearly readable in his expression. He nodded slowly to the question, trying to collect his thoughts, wondering how in the hell someone had managed to climb all the way up the ladder without him noticing. Man, he was getting oblivious, that was for sure, but that was the least important thing right now. No, he was nervous as to why there was a teacher in the theatre for once, particularly one so close to him, for that matter. Did the guy wander all the way here just to scold him? Further more, did that mean his safe haven was safe no longer? Oh, he hoped it wasn’t the latter, because the catwalk was such a lovely hiding spot and he would hate to lose it. “Um, yeah, yeah it is.”

Slender fingers reached out to pluck the spool away from the older man, shaking ever so slightly with the awkwardness of the situation. He needed the thread so he could finish cleaning up, but he was incredibly suspicious of the other’s actions, especially if he was indeed a teacher. “Thanks, uh, I guess.”