Reiteration (Fer)

[Carter Chevalier]

Carter couldn't remember the last time he'd been anywhere near Fer's room. His personal life had taken a turn which mean the had little to no time for the older Chevalier - which was a choice the twin had in turn accepted as fact. It didn't really bother him. Or at least, he did his best to assume as much.

But that stint in a relationship was over for his former counterpart, and had been for months. It still didn't make the other boy seek him out, and because of that fact, Carter assumed his place. He didn't go looking for him, either.

Until today.

He'd likely say the thing that drove him to the particular dorm was boredom mixed with relevant curiosity; he genuinely wondered what Fer had been up to in the months they hadn't really spoken. So he made the move to walk the way up to the boy's dorm, find the specific room, and knock on the door.

[Fer Reyes]

Still unable to get to the hair saloon to get his hair fixed, Fer had survived in public the last few days by abusing of his hair blower and iron, plus several products he "borrowed" from Mia. He simply could not let anyone see his hair in the natural curly state that it had regressed to these last few months back home.

This particular day, as Fer wasn't planning on doing anything but the schoolwork of the couple of weeks of class he had missed, neither his hair or his clothes resembled anything near presentable. In fact, the only reason why he walked to the door to answer the doorbell was because he was well aware that one of his roommates had lost his keys, and since all three of them had already seen the nest of birds that his hair currently looked like, it wasn't a problem.

Except that when he opened the door, it was instead Carter outside. "Crap," the boy exclaimed as his eyes opened widely. Without thinking it twice, Fer ran back to his room and closed and locked his room's door behind him. "YOU DID NOT JUST SEE THAT!" he yelled as he started looking for something to wear and, more importantly, cover his hair.

[Carter Chevalier]

When the door first opened, Carter looked at his face. Then instinctively up to his hair, his eyebrows raising at the sight. Before he managed to really take it all in, the familiar boy had bolted away, the door locking with an audible click behind him.

Walking in, Carter closed the common room door behind him and took the necessary steps to Fer's dorm room door. "I could lie to make you feel better if you'd prefer." He replied in time, the amusement he felt evident in his tone.

Folding his arms, the boy shifted his weight onto his back foot as he waited. Of course he was waiting. He'd come all the way here - he wasn't about to leave now. "Do you ever wear anything other than sweats?" He asked, the final word tasting bitter on his tongue. "Or was that look simply what people revert to when relationships fail them."

[Fer Reyes]

Smartas... Fer thought as he silently freaked out in his room while trying to find something to subtly hide the state of his hair. When the sweatpants he was wearing were later mention, the freaking out factor raised, however, and now he was not only scrambling from hats in his replication memory, but also clothes as far away from showing how much of a mess he initially looked like.

"Maybe when you get to be in one you'll know," the boy yelled through his door from his room.

As he internalized the words a bit after he said them, he realized how aggressive they may have sounded. Fer honestly didn't know if Carter had been in a relationship before or not, but he believed not, and he also believed that it wasn't a big deal for the blonde. On second thought, however, their relationship hadn't often showed distance from friendly antagonism. All is fair in love and war, is it not?

"Ok, come in now," Fer said while opening the door after he finished getting dressed. Surely the burqa he was now wearing would erase any previous image of Fer from the blonde's recent memory and send the message that Fer was not going to discuss it, let alone show Carter his hair.

[Carter Chevalier]

"Touché." Carter replied, overtly sarcastically. Fer's situation was exactly why he never bothered with a relationship. He never really entertained the idea... For more than a moment or so. How things were were perfect for him.

Still, he waited until the door was opened before he made another move. But before he could think to take a step forward, he caught sight of what the boy was now wearing. An amused expression tugged at his features, causing him to grin through the fact. Dropping his gaze, Carter chuckled to himself as he shook his head.

"Single suits you better." He mused with purpose, raising his eyebrows as he glanced back to him again. "Show me your hair."

[Fer Reyes]

"Anything suits me," Fer corrected the blonde. "Of course not!" he then exclaimed. "It goes against my new beliefs that young women show their hair or back of their neck in front of men that are not immediate family." He was of course talking of Muslim tradition, a culture of which he was definitely not part of. "Didn't you know I became Muslim not long ago?"

He knew Carter would not take long to object on how silly Fer was being right now, so the Brazilian's brain started to prepare a plan B once this one fell through. Maybe he was just better off changing the subject rapidly away from this and from his hair.

"So I haven't seen you in a while," he said and took a sit in his bed. "You haven't been avoiding me, have you? What makes you come out of your hiding today?"

[Carter Chevalier]

Carter simply breathed a short, amused chuckle at his response. Anything suited him. That much was true.

But he grinned at the exclamation. That he wouldn't show his hair. Carter had seen it before, but it wasn't a decent look. Still, he opted to play along with the little speech. Because, why not? "Does this mean I have to marry you before I get to sleep with you?" He asked instead, "I'm not sure I'm the commitment type. Unless we're discussing a harem, here."

Carter took the subject change, even if he knew it was a ploy. That was fine by him. "I avoided you when you weren't single." Carter explained, factually. Neutrally. It was a fact, after all. "Then... I'm not sure. You never came looking for me. I assumed there was a reason behind that?"