[CLOSED] Volumes of forgotten lore.

[marcus owen foster]

"Mkay.." He mumbled, then moved around the table to sit next to him. "So why do I feel like I'm boring you? I think you're very intriguing. Very different. It'd be nice to know you." He leaned over, looking over at the boy. "And don't say you're not because I say you are."

[cole manaj gryffon]

Cole drew in a swift breath when he moved closer. "But I'm not," He complained stubbornly, glancing up. "Nothing's interesting 'bout me..." He huffed faintly, finishing off his coffee and sitting back.

"I was just think 's'all.." His phone vibrated and he glanced down at the text. 'Nobody's home right now. We'll be back later.'
He texted Jacob back real quick, pocketed the phone again.

[sebastian marque manneville]

He drummed his fingers on the table, moving over a bit as the boy drew in a sharp breath. He wanted to be around him, wanted to get the boy to talk and trust him so he could figure out whether or not he liked him. But he constantly felt like he was being pushed away, like he was doing something wrong.

"Youre as interesting as anyone." He said quietly.

[cole manaj gryffon]

"I'm sorry..." Cole whispered as Baz moved further away. "I'm a screw up I know.." He stared at the table, working his jaw. "I just-..." A shaky breath. He thought about using the excuse he had on August, going to the bathroom, running away so he could not see the weakness there, the broken.

But he was afraid Sebastian would leave if he did that, and he honestly didn't want him to go. "Nevermind.." He mumbled, wiping swiftly at an eye, trying to keep the action descreet. "Nobody's home..I got nothin' to do so," He shrugged. "We can..hang out more. If you want...."
At this rate he probably didn't.

[sebastian marque manneville]

"You're far from a screw up, love." He said, patting his knee gently. "Don't be so hard on yourself. Confidence is attractive. Not that you're lacking in that department."

He stood up, grabbing his bag odd the table. If the boy wanted to hang out, he wouldn't pass it up. That would be like telling a hot movie star you would rather go to a boring family reunion. "Sounds good. We can drop by my place and grab a movie if you want." He offered with a smile.

[cole manaj gryffon]

Cole gazed up at him, not quite sure he even knew what he wanted anymore. "Sure..." He breathed softly, studying him a moment before standing as well.

He threw his coffee cup away, fixing the grey scarf beneath his jacket again and heading towards the door, this time opening it and standing aside for Baz instead of the other way around.

[sebastian marque manneville]

"Merci." He said with a smile, slipping past him. He stepped out onto the concrete, and like August said, all the girls fell silent. He started buttoning up his coat, ignoring them before fixing his bag on his shoulder. He smiled over at Cole, then pulled his keys out of his pocket, looping the ring around his finger. He led him to a small apartment not far from the coffee shop, and unlocked the door. He pushed it open, letting Cole in before closing it quietly. He started unloading his books, putting them on the coffee table of the small, neat place.

"Uh I think.." He thought for a minute. "I think I put the movies up in my bedroom. It's just down the hall. You know. The room with the bed?" He said with a smile, walking over to the kitchen, grabbing his cigarettes from the island.

[cole manaj gryffon]

Cole trailed after him, glancing around curiously as they walked. He kept close, bumped Sebastian and one point and looked away to hide the flush of his cheeks.
When they reached the apartment he watched Baz move around, eyed the cigarettes curiously. Jacob smoked a lot despite his mothers complaints. But he was eighteen so it wasn't much of a bother, nor illegal for him to buy them. Cole had never tried one, but he was familiar with the smell.

Listening to Baz's light poking fun, he turned to scope out the room and find the movies. Only when he was out of sight did he let a silent smile grace his lips.
Finding the bedroom, he searched out the movies and began to look through them.

[sebastian marque manneville]

Baz walked out to the back porch, standing out in the frigid winds to smoke. He sat down against the railing, looking down at the ice formed on the grass from the sprinklers. He couldn't help but think of Cole, though. The way his eyes were a mix of colors, how the boy's voice was always soft and sweet, lingering in your head even minutes after he had spoke. He took a long drag off the cigarette, closing his eyes for a moment. He died it out in the ashtray he kept out on the table in the corner of the porch and walked back in, closing the door. He walked into the bedroom, watching Cole for a moment. He wanted to go wrap his arms around him, hold the boy close to his body. But he refrained.

"Found anything?" He asked quietly, trying not to frighten him.

[cole manaj gryffon]

Cole was sitting on the floor looking through the titles out. He looked up at Baz's approach, smiled the faintest bit.
"Uh..." Biting on his lip some he shrugged. It was hard for him to make up his mind often times.

He pulled out a few of the options, collapsing back bored and lazy, tilting his head to stare at the standing male. They were completely alone now. And even if it was only a slight change, he seemed a bit more open than before. "You pick."