pruaus: typical school

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Stranger: When was high school ever not hell for a student?

It was hell always for Roderich. Known as being the only openly "gay" student on the campus, he was constantly teased for it all. In fact, today's occurrence was more normal than what should have been for a high school student. The brunet boy's books had been thrown into the girl's gym locker, and the only way he was able to retrieve them was to eventually go in there and fetch them himself. It was a shame that Elizaveta had transferred back to her native home in Hungary…perhaps she could be called the only friend Roderich really had at school until she left. Now, he was just leaving his latest class, being orchestra, and heading off to history. At least he had a few more classes until he had to go home to his…interesting story of a family.
((Sorry for the horrible intro. It's cool if you don't want to do this, and I'm up to roleplaying basically anything, but most of the time people don't like starting off on omegle, so I thought I'd try taking the initiative.))
You: *sees you walking and leans on the wall next to your locker* hey roddy~
Stranger: *looks up, rolling his eyes at the sight* What is it now Gilbert? I'd prefer you leave me alone so I can at least have some peace before class...
You: *pouts* that's no way to treat your friends, roddy. that was just rude... *crosses arms*
Stranger: As if you're my friend! You're like the rest of them, all you do is torment me! *glaring now* Now please...can I just walk to history in peace?
You: (brb)
Stranger: ((It's cool!))
You: (srry, back!)
You: not your friend huh? well, i guess i'll just give your gifts to someone else then since i can't return them...
Stranger: Gifts? Why do you have gifts for me?
You: well, since everyone treats you like dirt i thought someone should be nice for once, honestly i have nothing against you; it's almost winter break and i wouldn't be able to give them to you on christmas... *turns away* but since you hate me so much i'll give them to someone nicer...
Stranger: I...rather just thought that you were like everyone else and just didn't care for me. You know...being the weird kid and all...but...thank you. Thank you for thinking of me at least...it means quite a bit to me.
You: *chuckles* here *takes two wrapped gifts out of my back pack: the first one is a gold and platnum watch, the second is a diamond necklace that isn't too girly for you to waer*
You: wear***
Stranger: Ah...thank you. *takes the gifts, unwrapping both of them slowly* Gilbert...I don't think I could accept anything like this...these look incredibly expensive...
You: nah, just don't think about it *hears the warning bell* aw man, we're gonna be late...
Stranger: If you're sure...*winces* I have to head to class then...do you have any sort of free period?
You: after this is my lunch and the rest of my day is open
Stranger: *nods* I have lunch after as well. Maybe...we can talk there?
You: sure, meet in the courtyard?
Stranger: Sounds like a plan then. *takes everything, waving before running off to class*
You: *blushes faintly and hurries off as well*

-at lunch-
Stranger: *wearing the necklace the other gave him, and the watch kept safe in his things; as he spots the other he goes to sit next to him* I hope I'm not bothering you...
You: no way, it's fine *grins* the necklace looks good on you~
Stranger: You think? I was afraid I'd look a bit girly with it on actually...
You: naw, not really. it's pretty simply designed so it's not that bit; it just adds a little more sparkle~ *chuckles softly and takes out my lunch*
Stranger: I'm glad you think it looks alright then *smiles a bit, before pulling out my own lunch as well* So...you're not afraid of being called gay or anything because you're sitting with me?
You: nein, if they don't like it they can bite mein ass *smiles* besides there's only a few others out here
Stranger: *blinks* Still...I don't exactly have the best reputation in the school Gilbert. And word can spread quickly.
You: so? *shrugs* if they think any less of me their just stupid *takes a bite of a wurst sandwich*
Stranger: You're crazy...I hope you know that. *starting on his yogurt* I like it though.
You: kesese... maybe i am crazy *smiles at you* but i'm proud of it
Stranger: Oh really? And why would you be proud of that fact? *finding it very hard not to smile*
You: because, if i have one person who knows i'm insane and still stays by me, it's worth a million friends that i'd have to hide it from
Stranger: I'm impressed. Never took you to be the philosopher type. *smiling now*
You: kese! i'm not really, i was just answering the question *looks over and chuckles* you have yogurt on your nose
Stranger: *shrugs* It sounded like it was...*reaches up and wipes the yogurt off* Thank you.
You: you didn't get it all.. *wipes the teeny bit left off with a finger, then licks it up* Mmm~ strawberry~
Stranger: *blinks and starts to blush, looking away* Well...I just sort of grabbed whatever was in the fridge...
You: my bruder usually makes the lunches, but if i have to do my own i usually just grab some fruit and wurst from the fridge
Stranger: Really? Is it...is it just you and him then? I mean, if you don't mind me asking of course.
You: ja, our parents... we live alone, that's all really *starts eating a bannana*
Stranger: *reaches over, taking his free hand in his own* I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked. It wasn't my place to.
You: it's fine, lots of people ask *blushes faintly at the contact but only enjoys it*
You: do you live with family?
Stranger: ...Sort of. I don't get to see much of my mother anymore...and my father...left her for a younger woman...
You: oh, i'm so sorry... *tightens my grip on your hand a bit*
Stranger: It's fine...I mean...at least I get to see them, right? Unlike you...that has to be horrible Gilbert.
You: it's fine... our mother kicked us out to live with our father when i was five, ludwig was only three at the time, then our dad was murdered when i was seven. luddy doesn't speak much now from the truama
You: he's never been the same since then...
You: (did they send?)
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