Prs (Cup & Anna-chan)

Anna-chan

Vi är fabolous magical boys.
Fyll i mallen med din bae.
You know what to do Kouhai.

Namn:
Ålder:
Utseende:
Personlighet:
Magical Boy Outfit:

Lets do this

Namn: Liam Craft
Ålder: 17
Utseende: Sandfärgat kort hår i någon snygg frisyr, mörkbruna ögon, typ 178cm lång.
Personlighet: Inte så öppen med nya människor. Ganska klängig och pervers. Trevlig. Duktig på att måla.
Magical Boy Outfit: Det svarta är solnedgångsfärgat, resten vitt. Skorna är också vita.

Yess :3

Namn: Andy Strawberry
Ålder: 16
Utseende: Kolafärgat hår (typ som Levi's men med lite mer volym c: ), blå grå ögon, blek. 162,5cm lång.
Personlighet: Introvert och lugn, men också väldigt sarkastisk. Har ett stort hjärta.
Magical Boy Outfit:
Det vita är svart. Det röda är mörkgrön som skiftar i blått (nästan havsfärgat).

Är det okej om du börjar? ^^'

Klart!

Liam sat his plate with food down before sitting down in the cafeteria. It was busy and full of noises.
Liam looked at his friend Andy that sat beside him.
"You look tired," he said.

Andy looked at Liam, his own stormy eyes meeting dark, nut brown ones. The short boy just shrugged.
"Not more tired than usual," said he, putting the hand sanitizer he was holding down. Andy rubbed his hands together, making sure to spread the liquid out even and letting it dry before taking his full, round, red apple up. It really looked delicious, Andy thought, and then proceeded to take a bite of it.
He looked back at Liam. Silence. Or well, as much silence that was possible with the whole cafeteria almost screaming.

Liam started to eat. He felt as if the silence got awkward. Liam did what he always did to break the ice.
"Nice weather, ain't it?" Liam said and looked at Andy with a smile.

Andy took another bite of his apple. Except for the over so loud sound in the cafeteria and the dirty ass tables, it maybe wasn't so bad. At least Andy's apple tasted good.
Andy turned his stormy eyes towards Liam and then out the window. In an instant Andy's eyes were back at Liam again. He raised his pretty thick, black brow.
"Nice weather? I mean sure I think it is, but as far as I know you weren't exactly fond of this kind of weather?" said Andy. And in all honesty, he didn't think Liam liked that typed of weather. It rained a shitload outside, and even though Andy enjoyed it it was clear that most didn't.
All of a sudden thunder started rumbling and even though Andy did like so called bad weather, he had never been a fan of storms.

Liam looked at Andy and sighed. Andy was not good at keeping conversations going.
Liam heard the thunder outside and yelped. He was afraid of thunder, or at least kind of. At least enough afraid to cling to Andy in a matter of seconds, as Liam did just that.
"S-sorry.." mumbled Liam. He still clung to Andy.

Andy widened his eyes, looking with big eyes at Liam as the taller blog clung tightly to him.
A small smile spread across Andy's lips - a quite uncommon sight - and he held back a small chuckle. At times like this, Liam sure was hella cute.
"It's fine," said Andy, hugging Liam slightly.
Now, Andy perhaps weren't one to enjoy body contact, but when his friend was in need of a hug - as he could see that he clearly was - Andy did hardly hesitate to touch him. Or well, not touch him since that did indeed sound wrong in Andy's ears, but hug him.

Liam did his best not to show he was afraid. Liam looked at Andy in shock.
Liam hugged Andy back, happy for the hug. The thunder kept on rumbling outside, but it started getting quieter. The thunder stopped and Liam let go of Andy.
"Thanks." Liam said.

Andy looked at Liam, and a small smile spread across his lips. Liam really was adorable when he was like this - like a small puppy, or an afraid kitten. The last one was probably more accurate.
As the thunder stopped and Liam let go of him, Andy let go of Liam too.
"No problem," said Andy, looking at his friend. Blue met brown before Andy broke eye contact and looked down at his apple. It was pretty much finished, but after hugging Liam Andy wasn''t too fond of the idea of touching it - at least not when he had to eat it. And as Andy didn't feel like going against that thought, he concluded his lunch finished.