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"Hm..?"

Faolan murmured as he gathered the wet ingredients. He wasn't exactly sure what he needed to make cookies from scratch but he had watched his mother enough to know you needed eggs and butter. Though not how much of each. Shrugging, he just got a stick of butter and two eggs and put them on the counter. He didn't want to be totally useless in the kitchen, but he wasn't exactly sure what to do. Yawning a bit, he rubbed the back of his head as he waited for Gandrian to continue. After he heard the question, he paused, unsure of the answer. He didn't want to push such a thing on Gandrian-hell, he hadn't expected things to get so far so soon- but they had happened and he would step up.

"What do you want us to be, Annie?"

He asked, using the nickname. It was still weird to call the male such a feminine name, but it seemed to fit the other boy at this moment. He brushed some of his hair from his face as he studied the back of his roommate. It's not like he was looking at his face after all. With a soft sigh, he stepped up behind his roommate and gently placed his hands over Gandrian's.

"I didn't mean for things to get this far. But I won't pretend they didn't happen nor will I use it against you if you decide to say nothing happened. However, if you choose to try and be with some lass, I won't stop you. However, other males are off-limits since I'll break their legs off."

He said the last part teasingly, to try and loosen the mood he felt falling over them.​
 
The hand upon his own felt warm compared to his slightly colder hand. Gandrian couldnâ??t help but stare at it, with Faolan this close, he didnâ??t think he could look elsewhere without starting at the other male. It made his pulse ripple a bit faster, his mind think a bit slower. Truthfully, the Chinese male didnâ??t know what to do or say to that statement and question, as he had hoped that Faolan was able to give him a straight answer to his confusion.

He wasnâ??t a homosexual. At least, thatâ??s what he had thought. Gandrian knew about others, and while he wasnâ??t bashing on them, he never thought heâ??d become one of them. Butâ?¦ just once with someone didnâ??t mean anything, unlessâ?¦ he agreed for more. â??Iâ?¦â? with what had occurred, he felt as if he had hired a rent boy, like in those European movies. The exceedingly handsome foreigner came, buttered him up into curiosity, and gave him two powerful orgasm that he had never experienced in his life. If this wasnâ??t a pornographic dream, then he didnâ??t know what was.

â??Iâ??d think itâ??d be rude to be with someone else. Not so soon after, this.â? he waved a hand between them, before moving over to unwrap two sticks of butter into another bowl. Two cups of sugar were added as well, before he began to hand beat it with a wooden spoon. After another few moments, he added two eggs and a splash of vanilla. â??If this was in your country, are we considered boyfriend andâ?¦ boyfriend?â? he asked, putting in terms that he could understand as well as Faolan.

Holding the bowl towards Faolan, he silently asked for the other male to continue the beating of ingredients, as he would slowly add in the dry ingredient mixture.
 
"In my country, we could be considered lovers, or experimenting boys, or yes, boyfriend and boyfriend. Gandrian, it depends on you, love. I won't pressure you into being my lover or boyfriend."

He took the bowl and started stirring, staring at his roommate with a soft expression. He hadn't honestly meant for things to get this far and had just wanted to steal some kisses and maybe caresses. He wasn't confused about his sexuality, but apparently their romps had seriously messed with Gandrian's sense of self. He felt awful now, but he wouldn't take back what happened. It had felt good and right and damn had it made him burn. He was starting to get hard just thinking about it. But he calmed down his hormones by thinking of simply mixing the mixture for the cookies. He let out a soft sigh as he looked at his roommate.

"I have made you confused, haven't I? About yourself."

He frowned a little as his mixing slowed, but then he got back into the motion of it so it wouldn't make the mixture hard to deal with. He wanted to know what was going on his roommate's head, but he probably knew. He had gone through something similar after getting a little tipsy and hitting it off with his best friend after a girl had broke his heart. He had been a mess for days-weeks-before he had settled with his newly found sexuality.​
 
If Faolan asked about the stains on his cheeks, heâ??d have blamed it off on the fact that they had just got out of the shower, and he was still warm. However, it had been caused by the other male asking him if he was confused about himself. That wasnâ??t something someone wanted to admit, but to himself, he knew he was in that situation. Was he confused about himself? No, he knew who he was, what he liked, what he didnâ??t. What he was confused with was how much he liked the redhead, and if it was worth stepping out of his safety box to try thisâ?¦ relationship.

Sex didnâ??t always mean they had to be in a relationship, he knew that, as they lived in the twenty first century. Traditionally though, one only coupled with someone they had a liking to; someone they would consider their significant other. â??Noâ?¦ yesâ?¦â? he answered, eyes trained on the mixture of cookies. Each scoop of the dry ingredient mix was added, until Faolan had stirred the entire concoction together.

â??Iâ??ve only had one girlfriend before.â? he muttered, rolling his shoulders as he took out a cookie sheet and rolled wax paper over itâ??he was rather lazy to do more dishes than needed. Taking the bowl, he began to drop spoonfuls of the cookie mix onto it, making sure each drop had enough chocolate chips. â??Soâ?¦ Iâ??m not really sure what constitutes as dating. Do we, hold hands, go to movies, and meet each otherâ??s friends, and all that?â? Gandrian compared it to dating a girl, because it was his only experience. Suddenly, he had a moment of wishing that he had listened to the few gay friends he had about their days together.
 
Once the mixture was finished, Faolan let Gandrian take the bowl from him and start dropping the cookies onto the wax paper. He didn't say anything until the other boy was finished speaking. He blushed a bit at the thought of holding hands in public. It wasn't something he could really do back home. But they wouldn't crucify him for something like that. But what were the customs of male relationships here? He hadn't expected to want to be with any men while he was over here. He had expected to taste some of the women and maybe dabble with the males of the species, but date? He hadn't expected it, but he would work it out if that's what Gandrian wanted. He did like the boy, after all.

"I've been with a few people, lasses and lads, so I have a bit more experience. But I'll tell you, if you want to take a few days to talk to some of your male friends that know about these things, then do so. I'm letting you have all the control in this scenario. And if you need me to make a decision, I shall."

Faolan said honestly, watching Gandrian. Perhaps he felt that he had no control? That nothing was going as he thought? Probably, which was why Faolan was backing off a bit to give him some space. He watched Annie with trained eyes as he let out a small sigh and combed his fingers through his hair to get it to cooperate properly. His tummy growled slightly in the quiet, despite the meal they had had. It was probably from their romps. He already knew he was gonna demolish half those cookies if he could.

"Whatever you decide, Annie, I'll be okay with it."​
 
Shifting on foot to foot, Gandrian focused on the cookies with uncanny concentration. It wasnâ??t that he was trying to avoid the subject, but he felt like he didnâ??t know what to do. He wasnâ??t accustomed to being given many choices, despite the freedom of the world that has been spread throughout every nation, so it was hard for him to choose. Which one he wanted more was even put up to questions, but in the end, he saw that there was no harm in trying out a relationship with Faolan. At worst, heâ??d lose a roommate that he had just metâ?¦ at best, well, who knows.

â??Iâ??dâ?¦ Iâ??d like to, give it a try. I mean, if you want to, since youâ??re, you know, the other half of this equation too, yeah?â? sticking the cookies into the oven, three sheets of the cookie pans, he set a timer for ten minutes, before dipping the bowl and spoon into the sink. Gandrian motioned for Faolan to put the left over ingredients away, as he washed the dishes and they made conversation while waiting for the cookies to finish.

He was rather hungry as well, as they had â??exercisedâ?? quite some bit. â??And sense when did you call me â??Annieâ???â? the Chinese male teased, sending a half smirk, half grin at the Irishman. At first, the other male seemed against calling him something childish or â??girlyâ??, but now, it rolled off his tongue rather smoothly. Very smooth, in fact, that it was something heâ??d like to hear plenty of timesâ?¦ in naughty timesâ?¦

Shaking his head off of that so that he didnâ??t get aroused again, he scrubbed at the bowls a bit harder, before rinsing them. â??I hope itâ??s not too much to ask for you to help lead thisâ?¦ um, if we have it that is, relationship?â? he really didnâ??t know what to do, aside acting like friends. Was there something more? His first and only girlfriend had been in middle school, and that had been a different time, different situation kind of deal.
 
"All right then. If you want to give it a try, I'm up for that."

He smiled at the other boy, trying not to grin at the way he shuffled and blushed and looked so delicious and adorable. Who would have thought that the Chinese boy would have such a dominance streak? He seemed rather timid in some senses, but he took to the situations very well. At the motion, he put the extra ingredients away where they belonged before he took residence at the table again, but instead of sitting at it, he leaned back against it. At the inquiry, his face turned crimson and he waved his hand in front of his face dramatically as if to ward off the suggestion.

"It jest happined! A' right? Don't judge me."

Faolan murmured, his accent thickening with his embarrassment. But it was also because the thought sort of turned him on to call him "Annie" during other things. It was strange because, yeah, Annie was a woman's name back from where he was from, but still, if he had Gandrian beneath him and calling him that...he licked his suddenly dry lips. Too tempting to try it out so he let the thought go. He nodded at Gandrian, until he realized that the boy wouldn't be able to see his movements.

"Well I'm not gonna leave ya high n' dry to fend for yerself in this relationship. I'll help of course."​
 
Turning off the faucet, Gandrian moved to dry them, before he heard the cute accent in the other maleâ??s voice. It brought a smirk to his face, and after hearing the reply, he turned to face the Irishman. The other male was rather cute, despite being a bit bulkier and taller than he was. But it was personality that he was thinking about, and truly, seeing Faolan embarrassed and trying to calm him made him strangely happy.

â??Iâ??d hate to-.â? but before he could say anything on the subject, the alarm went off. The high pitched buzz filled the room and shocked him a bit, signaling that the cookies should be checked on. Pulling on â??Ms_Muffinâ?? oven glovesâ??it caused Gandrian to pull an awkward smile over his face, as he realized it was another rather girlish gift he had received, he opened the oven and pulled out the cookie sheets. Each one was a nice golden brown, but just to be sure, he used a toothpick to test each center cookie.

They turned out perfectly fine, so with a triumphed grin, he turned off the oven, left a small crack open so that the excess heat would warm the room, and moved the cookies to the heat-resistant counter. The cookies were then placed on racks to cool over the wooden table, as he shuffled to get them two small glasses of milk. â??Faolan, can weâ?¦â? he blushed, but since he was facing away from the redhead, he didnâ??t think it was visible.

â??I know this might sound weird, but can weâ?¦ cuddle?â? he liked it with his friends, but they didnâ??t do it often, since the girls tended to find boyfriends for that. Did this mean heâ??d get to cuddle, now that he had a boyfriend of his own?
 
Faolan jumped at the sound of the alarm, since it was so bloody loud! But once it was off, he removed his hands from his ears and awaited Gandrian's next words and actions. He watched the boy pull on the gloves and hid his smile behind a fake yawn. He was a fruitcake! But he accepted that about the other male and was fine with it. Leaning back against the table, he watched to see if the cookies were ready, licking his lips in anticipation. He saw the quick look of triumph on Gandrian's face and knew the cookies were done. He was so hungry that he groaned in impatience like a small child before he saw the other boy set them on the racks to cool and go to get them both milk. At the Chinese boy's question, Faolan blinked in surprise and blushed a little bit, before he gave him a confident smile.

"A 'course, we can."

He stared at the cookies and frowned, giving them about five seconds to cool before he took one and popped it into his mouth. He groaned that flavor and the hotness burning his mouth which made him say muffled "ow, hot"s before he finally swallowed the cookie with a satisfied sigh. Wiping his mouth, he grinned at Gandrian with a small blush.​
 
The Chinese male paused as he was placing the cups down, before blinking a few times with disbelief. â??Ngo! Youâ??re supposed to wait until theyâ??re cooled. Itâ??s only polite.â? to the baker or the cookies, he didnâ??t specify, as he rolled his eyes and fanned the cookies. He had to admit that he wanted some as well, but he didnâ??t rush it like Faolan did. The fact that he had been surprised someone would do such an indecorum thing had shocked him into speaking Cantonese; something he didnâ??t do often, as it wasnâ??t the official language of China any longer; and unhelpful in school when it was mainly in English or Mandarin.

Picking one up after it had cooled, he took a large bite out of it and hummed, the taste sweet, but not overpowering. â??Oh, we should register soon, before you donâ??t get the classes you want!â? he suddenly remembered, the thought about school rushing any thought about their â??relationshipâ?? or the cookies out of his mind. Stuffing the entire cookie into his mouth, he rushed to find his laptop and plugged in the Ethernet cord, powering it up within a minute or two. â??What classes did you want? Do you remember your school account? If you donâ??t, weâ??ll have to create one and that might take some time, so weâ??d best start now.â?
 
Faolan could only smile at his eccentric roommate and technical lover. Considering what they had done, he definitely considered the boy his lover, but he wondered what Annie thought of it. Shaking his head after he managed to eat the cookie without losing his tongue, he followed Annie and looked over his shoulder has he logged onto the school website.

"I think my account is...uh..."

It took awhile for him to remember, but once he did he relayed the information to Annie and the classes he wanted to take- anatomy, cell biology, psychology 101, public speaking, and an english/chinese class. It was a weird schedule, but it worked out well in his favor and he wouldn't have to be at school until nine am half the time. The other days he got to sleep in until ten so it worked out well and he didn't stay very late either. Yawning softly, he looped his arms around Annie's shoulders and rested his head on his arms, closing his eyes as he relaxed and dosed for a little bit.​
 
Gandrian didnâ??t mind typing in the information and selecting the classes for Faolan, as he was going to do his own right after it either way. The classes that the redhead had chosen seemed to match up well for timing, despite the random mixture within a semester. He played around with parts of the site for a moment, searching for other classes, before picking his own. Just as he was registering for his classes, he felt a weight press against him. The black haired male swallowed softly, giving a glance at most towards his roommate and giving brief noting of howâ?¦ intimateâ?¦ the other male appeared to suddenly become with him.

â??Tired?â? he asked, his own eyes dropping from the eveningâ??s exercise. He double checked his times, seeing that he left the house usually around eight a.m. and came home around seven at night. Not the best schedule, but he was able to shove them all into four days; leaving an entire three days for homework and practice. Once finished, he wondered if Faolan was planning to sleep in his own bed or flop right here and now. â??Umâ?¦ we do have a long day tomorrow,â? it was a big campus to show the redhead. â??so maybe itâ??s best to go to bed soonâ?¦â?
 
Faolan listened to the drone of the computer and Gandrian's soft breaths as he clicked away at the computer. In a strange sense, it was rhythmic and comforting and allowed him to drift off to sleep- the time difference was also starting to get to him. He felt exhausted and the "activities" they had participated in didn't help. He felt like he could just fall asleep like this. But it wasn't polite, right? Smiling a little in amusement at the thought, he couldn't help but groan softly at being told that he should go to bed. He was comfortable!

"Aye...I suppose we should go to...bed."

He yawned softly before he said the last word, licking his lips a moment before standing up and stretching out his poor back and tired muscles. He glanced at the screen and noticed Annie's schedule and frowned a little bit before smirking in gentle amusement.

"I guess we won't have any activity time between your classes..."

He mused, wondering what the Chinese boy's reaction would be to his words. Would he get the insinuation? Yawning again and feeling his lids drop even lower, the Irishman kissed the top of Annie's head before heading towards his own room for the night. He didn't want to be tempted in the middle of the night to relieve more...tension. He called over his shoulder.

"Good night, Annie. Sleep well."​
 
He tilted his head at the response he got from Faolan about his schedule. Gandrian wasnâ??t sure exactly what that meant, as he knew that there was time for activities between his classes. He had specifically left twenty minutes between the first and second class to get a light lunch in, then there was an hour break between the third and fourth class for soccer practicing alone. There was even a break after the fifth class, a physical education class really, to do his homework if need be.

â??Ahâ??nightâ?¦â? he hurried to reply to the parting back, as he realized he had spent the moment gawking in confusion. Once Faolan left, he closed his bedroom door and leaned against it, frowning. â??What a strange boyâ??, he thought of the redhead, before moving to his own bed and curling up under the blanket. It wasnâ??t long before he fell asleep himself, exhausted really, from the â??exerciseâ? of meeting his roommate. Such strange customs that foreigners had, yet he couldnâ??t see himself doing that with every foreigner he met. Too intimateâ?¦ he really wondered if he should have too foreign studies.

By the next morning, he was already up and making breakfast at eight A.M. There was no need to be up at this hour, but he was used to it. Gentle, traditional Chinese music sounded in the kitchen as he made white congee and small dumplings.
 
Food was Faolan's calling card. Even though he didn't need to be up so early- and would prefer not to be up so early- his stomach rumbled and roused him from sleep with a heavy curse. He was tired, damnit! But his body would not be ignored. Pushing his covers off, he stood naked in his room. Thinking it wouldn't be "polite" to walk around like that, he threw on some black boxers and took care of business in the bathroom. Heading towards the kitchen due to his nose and stomach, he yawned before sitting down at the table like a good boy.

"Up early, yeah? What are ya making?"

Faolan asked softly, rubbing his eyes. He still felt so tired. At least now he would sleep like a baby tonight. He always had trouble sleeping and last night was no exception. His hair was probably sticking out and up in many different ways but he really couldn't find the strength to care just yet. Scratching his head, he looked up at Annie with tired but hungry eyes.​
 
The Chinese male was in grey jogging pants and a plain tee-shirt, with fluffy black slippers and a pink apron. Really, he should stop using the gifts his friends gave him in front of others. But it was practical to save money by using things they got him... but he didnâ??t want to appear un-masculine before his roommate, of who seemed to ooze it. When he saw the other male come out of the room and sat down at the table, he turned just briefly to give a smile and a â??good morningâ?, before turning back to cooking.

â??I hope you donâ??t mind congee and dumplings?â? Gandrian really should learn about things that Faolan was used to, since he didnâ??t want to starve his housemate. Not that he didnâ??t expect the redhead to cook for himself, but the Asian male was used to doing most of the cooking. Part of him told him that it was rude to make the guestâ??at least, thatâ??s what Faolan felt like for nowâ??cook their own meals, and another part of him told him that he didnâ??t want anyone in his kitchen.

Once the food was done, he dished up two bowls of congee for them and placed a plate of dumplings between them.
 
"Congee and dumplings?"

Faolan's accent butchered the first word and he had trouble rolling the word from his mouth. He had no idea what Gandrian was talking about- aside from dumplings. They were bread things, right? He didn't even have a clue as to what the first thing on the food list was-he just hoped it was good. He just wanted warm and delicious food right now. His stomach growled in protest at him just sitting there and he sighed and rubbed it before waiting patiently. He kept getting yelled at for being impolite- though it was amusing, he couldn't handle being yelled at in this early in the morning. Yawning again he felt his head slump towards the table. As hungry as he was, he felt like sleep was going to overwhelm him.

"Well, you can explain it, ya?"

He asked, rolling his head around on his shoulders and rubbing his neck to loosen up the tension. He was so tired, but he was also so hungry. What was he to do? Well, perhaps he could sleep after breakfast. He didn't know if Gandrian would like that or not, but he felt so hollow without sleep. Rubbing his cheek, he leaned on it and looked at his roommate. He felt utterly pitiful at the moment and it was messing with his mood.​
 
He raised his eyebrow at the other male, realizing that the redhead was perhaps not used to waking up at this hour. From what it appeared, it looked like Faolan barely managed to drag himself out of bed just to be polite. â??Umâ?¦ congee is just boiled rice, really. Flavorless, butâ?¦ a staple?â? he explained, not quite sure how else to describe it. It was simple and light for breakfast, nothing that would cause a person to get a stomachache as far as he knew, but healthy enough to get the day going.

â??I also made vegetable and pork dumplingsâ?¦ if you want, I can make something else for breakfast tomorrow.â? Gandrian offered, wanting to be polite as well. His words were all choppy and hesitant though, as he didnâ??t know how else to communicate with his roommate. Was that all they were? Last night it felt different, and he knew different. But then again, he also heard that foreigners were deviants and that they would swing any direction they wanted to get what they wanted. Maybe that was just a greetingâ?¦ â??Umâ?¦ last nigâ?¦er, never mind. Hope you enjoy the meal.â?

He tried not to think too much on it, so he sat in his chair across from Faolan and spooned some of the white congee into his mouth to occupy it.
 
"Last night meant something."

Faolan said softly, his voice huskier from lack of sleep and hunger- giving it a sharper edge. He cradled his head in his hand and decided that eating just the rice would be good enough for him. He stifled another yawn as he tried not glare at his roommate for thinking it meant nothing and was just fun and games. He didn't do things like that lightly- kissing was one thing...beyond that was another. He hadn't meant for things to go as far as they had gone, but he would take any of it back or regret it. But he wasn't going to be nasty about it either. Or at least, try not to be. This early in the morning and his tongue and temper were rather loose.

"Thank you for breakfast."

He murmured before he eating a pork dumpling. It was rather delicious, though strange on his tongue. Foreign flavors, he was coming to find, were very wonderful on his tongue. They did wonders for his taste buds. Combing his fingers through his hair, Faolan looked at Annie for a moment before letting out a loud yawn.​
 
Gandrian didnâ??t say anything for a few moments, despite the fact that there was probably a lot they could talk about off of that statement. He had plenty of questions, but with the emotional spin he felt towards his roommate, another male, he could barely think in English to talk to Faolan. So instead, he kept his eyes trained on the plump dumplings and thought about how great Faolanâ??s ass was.

No, wait.

That wasnâ??t going to help.

Just when he was about to get something out in English, he was caught off guard when the redhead thanked him for breakfast. â??Ah, méiâ??er, I mean, no problem.â? he hurried out, briefly glancing up at his roommate, before ducking his head and trying to gather his spilling thoughts again. â??Are you still sleepy? I was thinking that weâ??d go after we finished breakfast, and Iâ??d show you around campus and the apartment.â? and talk more about what happened last night, he wanted to add in, but he figured that kind of conversation came up piece by piece.
 
"Why don't you ask me what you really want to ask me."

Faolan said, his accent a little bit thicker. His stare burned into his roommate as he sat more attentively. He was still tired from a number of factors, but watching Annie squirm was setting off his alarms and instincts that something was not right. It was also killing his appetite. He had the feeling Annie had a warped sense of what Foreigners were like and he wanted to fix that. Just because the two of them were attracted didn't mean that this was how it always went.

"Foreigners aren't deviants and Europe is just more open to sexuality- which is liberating considering the sexual repression a couple hundred years ago. I'm attracted to you, plain and simple. I'm attracted to whoever, whenever, and wherever and I don't try to stop it. I just try to make sure that if I stop feeling something or if the other person stops feeling something, that neither of us get too hurt. Now, I don't know exactly what this means for us, but I like you. I may not know you very well, if at all, but what I have learned I like a lot. This can either be casual or exclusive. That's your decision. I won't force you into anything you don't want."

Taking a sip of his drink and another bite of food, Faolan finished up his little speech, his accent having gotten a little thicker in the midst of it, but he had been able to be understood- at least he hoped.​
 
With the speech finished, Gandrian was left with a pot full of confusion and even more questions. But some of them had been answered, so he was able to organize things in his mind. It did answer the question of whether or not this was a common thing, but the rest was a bit hard to understand, as the accent was coupled with the language he was still trying to understand fully.

After some time, the Asian male placed his spoon down and shyly drifted his eyes up to Faolanâ??s. There was also a sense of guilt that entered his eyes, making him seem more lost than he had been before. â??Iâ?¦ donâ??t know what it all means. I canâ??t trap you, but I want for there to beâ?¦ and only us.â? he wanted for them to be exclusive, but didnâ??t know how to ask for it. He had mentioned trapping because he was also trapped in a relationship he didnâ??t desire.

With the reminder drawn forth in his mind, he bit his bottom lip and heaved a slight sigh of frustration. â??Faolan, Iâ?¦ I have a girlfriend. She makesâ??sheâ??s my girlfriend.â? he paused for a moment, trying to keep eye contact, as he knew it would be rude to glance away. â??Is that bad?â?

Relationships were complicated. For once, he actually saw one plus side of an arranged marriage as his parents kept pushing for.
 
"There isn't an us if you have a girlfriend, Gandrian."

Faolan muttered, his face suddenly clear of emotion as he went about eating his breakfast. It didn't take him long to finish but he didn't talk at all until he was done. His mind turned over the information given to him and he felt like an ass but also like his pride and feelings were stung. The other had a girlfriend and had failed to mention it at all last night?! To say he felt blindsided was the least of his list of emotions at the moment. It put a stain on what they had done last night. Picking up his dishes, he washed them and put them away before he left the room in silence, throwing over his shoulder a few words.

"I'll take myself on a tour of the campus. You should talk to that lass of yours."

The Irishman went and took a much needed shower, washing everywhere as if it could rid his horrible emotions. He felt jealous, hurt, and just a little sick. He didn't like cheaters- ever. He had been cheated on- multiple times- and was just sick of it. Turning off the shower in a fit of anger, he soon calmed himself down again and went into his room to change and get ready to leave. He wanted out of here as soon as possible.​
 
The statement shouldnâ??t have hurt as it did, but hearing that there wouldnâ??t be an â??usâ?? made Gandrian flinch. For the duration of their breakfast, neither males spoke, one perhaps out of anger and the other because he was lost at what to do. During which though, he decided to use the time to think of an explanation. It was hard to think of what would make this right, what to make it seem lessâ?¦ sinful. In most cultures, cheating was an immoral thing to do, against social norms and values.

Butâ?¦ he hadnâ??t cheated, right? He had never done anything like he had done with Faolan with his â??girlfriendâ??. And even then, this was a relationship he wanted. Perhaps his first. With Xao Xi, she had cornered him into being her boyfriend. A shame, wherein she cornered him under the guise of being best friendsâ??because heâ??d help her if he was her friend, wouldnâ??t he?

And it never affected him until now.

He was drawn out of his musing when the redhead went to shower, which made him feel even worse than before. Take a tour on his own? But werenâ??t the going to go together? Cleaning up his portion, Gandrian made his way towards the otherâ??s bedroom, where he slipped in and blocked the way so that Faolan had no choice but to talk to him, shove him and get into a fight, or jump out of the rather high window. Two of which resulting in less than satisfactory results, one of which death, and one he hoped Faolan would take. â??Are you going to listen to my side?â? he asked softly, staring at the cream carpet.
 
Faolan made a sound of frustration when Gandrian blocked the door and spoke about hearing his side of the story. The way he looked just screamed guilt and the boy really didn't want to hear about his side of the story. What was there to tell? He had a girlfriend- that was it. There was no story and no explanation that could make it suddenly "go away." He dried himself off with his towel and dropped it on the floor as he went and gathered clothes, not caring if the other saw his nude body. It wasn't like there was much to the imagination at this point regardless. Pulling on a pair of cargo pants and a zip-up, sleeveless shirt with a hood, Faolan sat on his bed and pulled on his socks and sneakers. He was in a black and white mood so his cargo pants were black and white camo while his zip-up was all black with white outlines. His shoes were black and white. His hair was long enough that he actually had to do something about it when it dried so he used his towel to dry it and styled it the way he wanted.

He zipped his shirt up halfway and exposed some of his lean muscles and couple of scars. He slapped on his ball-chain necklace that rested nicely against his throat- just a tad bit looser than a choker would. He was so tempted to smoke a cigarette, but he didn't want Gandrian breaking it on him. He didn't answer the other until he was done getting dressed- adorning his wrists with small wrist cuffs with funny sayings on them. He pocketed his cigs and lighter, phone and wallet, before he spoke to Gandrian.

"Talk before I change my mind and leave you here."​
 
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