I Was Dead but Now I'm Not!(Gay!) (0/0)(Closed!)

"But this world's so limited…" he mumbled, soon picking up a louder tone. "Umm, perhaps Italy? I don't really know, I haven't looked much into other places, so I'm not really sure," he sighed, "though if I could live here for free that would be nice, I guess. What about you?" He pulled the hair tie from the ponytail atop his head and used to tie his hair back into a low ponytail, leaving out two long bangs framing the sides of his face.

Amyr's lips twisted slightly. "My sexuality? Hmm, I'm not really sure," he replied. "I haven't really even thought about it at all." He thought back to what Ashton had said prior to the question. "Oh! And Paris is lovely I've landed –sorry– been there once. I tried escargot while I was there. It wasn't… my… thing. So tell me more about why you want to go to Paris in specific. Why not any other city in France?"

Amyr chuckled slightly at the response. "Fair enough," he said, his smile extremely wide and thin as the words slipped off of his tongue. He quickly pulled out his phone to check the time, 14 more minutes until his break was going to be over. "So, if by some miracle you didn't have to worry about money for a day, what would you spend the day doing? Or would you go on with the day as usual?"

"Hey, would you like another coffee?" Amyr asked. "It seems that one is running a bit low. I'd pay for it too if you'd like." He really just wanted an excuse for Ashton to stay a little longer, he didn't want to spend the last 10 minutes of his break bored and alone.

Amyr nodded slowly, checking his phone again to see that only a minute had passed. "Well, shouldn't you be going soon? Or are you already off work?" He decided to give up on getting Ashton to stay and rather seeing if he could coax the other into leaving before his break was over.

"Okay. Well, I've only got around 10 minutes left to my break," he said, carefully rubbing a small coffee stain of the edge of the table with the cloth on his shoulder. His eyes locked onto the other boy for a moment, something in them slightly changing. Almost a more scrutinizing look showed itself within Amyr's eyes. It was as if there was something about Ashton that he just wasn't sure about, didn't trust even.

"Well, you can come by late, though I won't leave my door unlocked," he declared, "you can just ring the doorbell. If I'm asleep, I'm bound to wake up. I'm not a heavy sleeper." As the sentence finished, he trained his purple orbs onto the oak wood table in front of them.

"No. You're fine. I just don't really trust people I don't know too well to be in my house while I'm sleeping," he explained, shrugging his shoulder lightly in an 'it is what it is' type of way. And though he was communicating with the other, his eyes hadn't left the table. They stayed fixed on the wooden surface, the shine of the ceiling lights against it so slightly blinding to his sensitive eyes. "Is there a problem with that?" he questioned, a thin, black eyebrow raised as punctuation.

Amyr looked up at Ashton for a split-second before returning his eyes to the wood. "Its patterns intrigue me," he explained, tapping his nail against the surface gently before meeting Ashton's eyes. "What is this made from? Do you know?"

Amyr waved goodbye to the other and got up to prepare for the rest of his shift. He'd taken his break four hours early, so he'd be working for nine straight hours. He walked behind the counter with a loud sigh and called on the next customer with a bright "Next!" accompanied by a bright smile.

The whole day, Amyr had patchy focus. One moment thinking about a customer's order, the next zoning out, and thinking about Ashton. Hardly anything could pull him out of his trances, aside from burning hot coffee getting on his hands from a cup he had over-filled. Multiple complaints rolled in about a ditsy barista ruining their orders, which, of course, was eventually traced back to Amyr. The manager walked up to Amyr calmly and placed a light hand on his bony shoulder.

"Hey, Amyr," she began softly. "Why don't you go home for today? You're already tracking ahead in hours for the week, so no harm will be done there."

As she spoke, Amyr just stood, glassy-eyed for a moment, before finally registering everything. "If you insist," he complied, removing his apron and cleaning up everything. In a matter of moments, he had wrapped up everything and began walking toward the door, waving goodbye to everyone over his shoulder.

The walk home was bland as usual, the wind blowing over his shoulder pretty much pushing him all the way there. The scenery was lush and green. The sunlight bounced off of tree leaves and into the eyes of Amyr. It hurt ever-so-slightly, though he still thought it to be beautiful. Just as beautiful as some of the animals he had passed along the way. Squirrels and hares alike frolicked along the path he walked, it brought a thin smile to his face.

Soon enough, he was there. The small house of black and white he called home awaited him. It sat there, arms open, door closed. He walked up to it slowly, shoes scuffing against the stone walkway to the entrance. In a few strides, he was face-to-wood with the door, turning a key slowly within the lock and pushing in. Cool air met his face and another smile pressed onto him.

"I'm home," he whispered to himself.

Amyr walked over the old, white door carefully and opened it, coming face-to-face with Ashton. "Oh, you must be here for your–" Amyr cut his sentence short once he fully took in the state of the other. His eyes narrowed slightly and his bottom lip stuck out a little as he twisted his mouth.

The appearance of the other was pitiful at best. He saw beads of sweat on the shorter male's forehead and noticed a slight tremble. "Are you alright, Ashton?" The end of the sentence slipped off Amyr's tongue awkwardly. He had yet to get used to addressing the other by name. "You don't look like you're doing too well."

Amyr's eyebrows furrowed slightly at the response of the other. He didn't believe it at all, but he was going to flat-out call Ashton a liar.

"If you say so," he replied hesitantly, "but why don't you come in and sit down until while I go find my aspirin?" He suggested, gesturing to the seats of his living room as he walked away. "Your gecko is on the coffee table there anyhow."

(Sorry!)

Amyr soon returned with aspirin and a cup of water. He brought it over to Ashton carefully, handing it to the other once he got there. "Here, do you need anything else?" he asked, his long black hair swaying as he cocked his head.