Met nodded a little, looking back down at his food. “I understand. Thank you for worrying.” It was a very odd thing to thank someone for, but he felt it was needed. He never really got concerns from how he acted in public yet when he did he was very thankful.
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"Not a problem," Tirrell said with another grin. "So, tell me about yourself. Favorite color, food, et cetera…" he continued, making small motions with his hands as he spoke.
(sorry i'm tired)
(That’s ok)
“Oh uh…” Met trailed off slowly. “I-I dunno. I like purple. That’s really it.” He nervously scratched under his scarf.
“What’s yours?” He finally managed to ask.
(Hhhhhhhhhh(
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(sorry sorry I fell asleep last night)
Tirrell hummed as he pursed his lips slightly in thought. "Mmm, I kinda like them all really. If I had to pick I'd pick green probably," the male responded. Realizing he hadn't eaten much of anything, he took a satisfied bite of a sandwich he had packed.
(Oof)
Met nibbled on a leaf of spinach, smiling faintly. “Green is nice too. Especially if it’s a lighter green. Then it’s great.”
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Returning the smile, Tirrell continued on with his food, thinking of things to talk about. "So, what's after this for you? Classes wise I mean," he asked, picking up the conversation again.
Met crunched down on a tomato, jumping lightly when it exploded. He scowled at himself.
“I-I have French I and English 11.”
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(WOAH WOAH ENGLISH 11?????)
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(If you do roman numerals it's with I's)
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(just realized what it was so ignore that)
(Lmao yes English 11
Junior year?)
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The shorter male was shocked at how timid the other was. It was a high contrast as to what he was used to. He didn't regret inviting Met to sit with him though. "Nice, another class together! I take Spanish instead of French," Tirrell said excitedly.
“Oh.” Met turned to look at his new friend. “What year are you in? Perhaps a junior, right?” He asked slowly, as if choosing his words carefullh.
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"Nope, sophomore. Do… do I look like a student who's falling behind?" he asked, tone innocent. Tirrell knew he kind of seemed a bit carefree at times, but he was quite the try-hard in school.
"To be fair, you look as if you could be in college already," he added.
Met laughed softly, hoping what the other said was a joke. “No you do not. You look like a seinor. And I? I’m old enough to be.” He shrugged. “I have a driver’s license and everything. I’ve voted a couple times, too.”
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(tHEn wHaT iS hE dOinG in hiGh ScHooL?)
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(MOMMMM, MY TIRED MIND CAN'T COMPREHEND SIMPLE THINGS)
(sigh
He has to get his high school diploma. He’s never been in school.)
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(oh yeah. ugh why does my brain dislike to work???)
(Yeah. I feel u)
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Met laughed softly, hoping what the other said was a joke. “No you do not. You look like a senior. And I? I’m old enough to be.” He shrugged. “I have a driver’s license and everything. I’ve voted a couple times, too.”
Tirrell's expression was one of surprise. He had just thought that Met was just super tall because of his family's genes or something. Maybe it was, but there was also the fact that the boy was two to three years older than him. It confused him as how the taller boy's demeanor seemed to change from shy and shaking to something with more confidence and intelligence.
(Met’s still nervous.
His body language still betrays his nervousness but whatever)
Met’s hands were still shaking if one looked closely, and the words had felt dull on his tongue. His 18th birthday had been something of a bust, leaving him just to get bored of adult life. He shrugged lightly again and looked down at his tray again.
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(wELP)
"That's pretty damn cool," Tirrell commented. "I got my permit only months ago. Man, I feel like such a child now," he added with a small chuckle. The boy could not stop grinning it seemed. He only knew most in his grade, not any older or younger. It was kind of neat.
Met curled his fingers together in little x’s and nodded slowly. “I guess my age isretty high. I just wanted to attend a school, to see what it was like.” He rubbed his cheek idly. “But I don’t have the required education and test scores to get into the college I want.”
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"Well?" the smaller boy asked in suspense. He wanted to know what the other thought. "You like it so far?" Tirrell asked with a small tilt of his head.
“It’s um… busy,” Met said softly, looking down at the table. “I don’t know yet.”
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(ndndcfvgbhnjm)
(Ejjejdiddddjsmsn)
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Tirrell simply shrugged. With only one day there really isn't much to go from. "Well you aren't wrong about it being a bit chaotic," he replied.
