forum I Am Not As Fine As I Seem (OPEN)

Started July 19, 2018 by Deleted user

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“Good morning Damien…” he was starting to think hey couldn’t hear him…

"Excellent morning, Neal." Something inside Damien told him that today was going to be the best one in weeks, so he made sure to share his hopefulness with the others. "The sunrise was beautiful today, did you see it?"

Madison smiled at the two boys as she stood up and walked to them. ¨Good Morning boys¨ Madison said.

"Excellent morning, Neal." Something inside Damien told him that today was going to be the best one in weeks, so he made sure to share his hopefulness with the others. "The sunrise was beautiful today, did you see it?"

“I did indeed,” Neal walked into the kitchen, “Can you grab the OJ from the fridge?”

Damien nodded. "OJ would be great." He waved to Madison, taking a pen out of his pocket as he sat down at the table.

“Okay… I’ll get it then,” he sighed and moved to the fridge.

Thomas’ alarm went off, a small annoying beep, which made him let out a tiny groan and force himself to climb out of sleep and shut it off. He walked into the kitchen, hair still a mess, and grab and ice cub from the freezer just to munch on. Thomas let out another yawn and said tiredly, “Morning everyone…”

Name: Neal Anderson
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Pansexual
Appearance: Dark wavy hair. Blue eyes.
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Personality: Charming, cunning, smart.
Flaws: Some people find him suspicious because of his skills and no one knows what he does for a living
Attire: Dresses pretty formal when he's not at home.
Occupation: Shh it's a secret
Talents: Incredibly street smart, painting/ drawing
Hobbies: ^^
Random Fact: Mom died and father got arrested for being a dirty cop so he was in Witsec for a lot of his childhood
Other: Loves being around people

Madison opened the fridge and got a cold water bottle from it.

“Ey!” Neal looked at Madison, “water robbery! It’s a heist take her down!”

“Too early…” Thomas murmured but laughed despite himself. He splattered water his face from the sink, shaking it off like a wet dog and stretching, “Mornings are always so busy.”

Damien drowned out the voices of everyone else as he began taking apart his ballpoint pen. He took out the spring and began playing with it, pushing it down against the table top.

“If that spring hits someone’s eye out…” Neal sighed.

"I have it under control." Damien reassured him. He spoke too soon, though, and the thin spring flew across the room and hit the fridge.

Madison giggled but quickly put a hand over her mouth to hide it.

“Imagine if I wouldn’t have moved over slightly. I would have lost an eye,” Neal sighed and picked the spring up.

Thomas laughed, moving to sit down, “I think you’d look good with an eyepatch.”

Neal stood back up and winked at Thomas, “Thanks,” he joked.

Damien shrugged. "I didn't though. Your eye is fine, so no complaining."

Madison made a disgusted a face. ¨I hope he rips that eye out¨ Madison said.

“Wow harsh, I personally would like to keep my eye.”

"Can I have the spring back, Neal?" Damien asked, holding out his hand. He had reassembled the rest of the pen, and the spring was the last piece.

(Honestly, I'll probably just drop out of this one, sorry.)

(I’m sorry. Bye…)