Smoking Hot [Open]

[Théo Allard]

Théo sauntered out into the courtyard and breathed in the fresh air, though it was soon to be not so fresh. He had been at Hammel just long enough to know his way about, and know who some of the teachers and students were by name, but only because they were the ones who seemed to pop up the most while he was going about his life. He did not ask to meet them it just seemed to happen. And the people he had met so far were okay, but he wanted to meet someone of more interest.

Some hope.

The fact that it was springtime meant that a fair number of students were milling around outside. Théo kept to the side and pulled out a lighter and a cigarette from his pockets, lighting it quickly and letting the heavy air fill his lungs. He smiled and relaxed as he breathed out, taking in his surroundings with a sweeping glance.

He would talk to someone, honestly, he would, if anyone around here made him interested.

[Mathis Reeves]

Mathis liked to make it his business to meet every new student that came into Hammel. Preferably before they found their way around so he could provide useful to them. As such he made friends with a few members of faculty and heard that there was a transfer student coming in. That had been awhile ago though, and Mathis had yet to come into contact with the new arrival. Not that he was trying super hard, to be completely honest. He'd sorta gotten distracted in his new found friendship. However! He'd still managed to gain some information on the student. Mathis knew that the student was a male named Théo, and he spoke French, and something about food.

Still, the mimic was disappointed in himself that he hadn't found the new kid yet. With an unusually heavy sigh he shouldered his bulging backpack- filled with baked goods rather than homework since he'd spent all morning making various kinds of pastries to snack on this week. He was skipping steps as he headed out into the greens, smoky blue eyes dancing around the grounds as he took in all the people mucking about. Mathis raised his hand and waved to some of the people he was friends with, and even yelled a hello when he noticed the tall out of place Russian hurrying by with a sack of what looked to be clay. However he paused once when he saw a figure standing on the farside of the building, smoking like he wasn't on school grounds. Mathis' problem didn't lie with the stick of cancer currently residing in the male's hand but rather the fact he didn't immediately place a name to the face.

Interest immediately sparked, Mathis half jogged half walked over to where the boy was standing, an over-excited grin on his face. "Hi there! You're Théo right??? You're the new guy? Hi! I'm Mathis, nice ta meet you." he laughed softly and stuck out his hand to greet the other, already assuming his guess was correct.

[Théo Allard]

It was not that Théo didn't like people, that was far from true. People were very entertaining, he just didn't care about them - there was a different between dislike and disinterest.

The French boy, however, saw and heard the boy approaching him. Now, while his English was pretty good, and improving, when someone spoke so fast, it was a little difficult to compute. He was pretty certain he heard his name in there somewhere. He looked down at the hand offered to him, before looking through the strands of his dark hair at the boy. He seemed different. Théo liked different. But he still didn't know what the kid had said. He took a drag of his cigarette, and tilted his head a little, slowly shaking his hand before putting it up to take the burning stick from his mouth, blowing out to the side, so he did not seem rude. Yet.

How did you say this? "Merde..." he whispered, looking at the ground for a second, before making eye contact with the guy, "Pardon? Je ne-?" He stopped himself, "Uh - sorry." He began again, "I do not understand, repetez-vous?" His accent was thick and strong, though not confusing. He shook his head, "Can you say eet again?" Hopefully he would begin to be able to understand English at such a pace in the future.

[Mathis Reeves]

Mathis watched the kid, who he still wasn't for certain was the new kid, with a confused but rather excited smile. He wasn't put off by the smoking since he'd spent the last few months or so around Antosha, who smoked like he was trying to start a fire in his lungs. In fact he even increased his smile almost exponentially when the male had the decency to blow the cloud of death away from his face. Mathis wasn't really sure what to think of the kid so he just kind of radiated his usual energetic joy in order to make up for his lack of... Well his lack of knowing how to respond.

He perked slightly at the whisper, leaning forward slightly to see if he had missed the male's response. Maybe he had said yes at some point? The look of confusion passed with the males words, though and he slapped his hands together with a triumphant smile. "Bonjour! Vous... parlez français?" he chirped in an excited voice, his tongue tripping up horribly on the sounds since he hadn't used any form of the language in a year. Mathis tried to hold back his bounce of excitement as he continued. "Je suis Mathis. Vous êtes... Uh... You're the new student?? Right? Vous êtes Theo? It is... très bon.. to meet you!" his words were considerably slower than before as he stumbled around the French, as well as trying to help out the student to understand him.

[Théo Allard]

Théo blinked as the kid began to speak in French. Not to be judgemental, but he could hardly.form a proper sentence and his accent was terrible. It almost made him cringe. At the question asking the French guy if he spoke French... in French, he nodded once, "Oui." He replied, kind of amused as well at the kid's attempts to speak his native tongue.

His name was Mathis. And he knew that he was called Théo. He nodded slowly at the boy tried to confirm.this fact, not able to match his ridiculous smile. But he wanted to try something - this kid, Mathis, knew a little French? Fluent French wouldn't be difficult then.

"Vous pensez que vous pouvez parler français? Bien essayé, novice, bien essayé. Vraiment divertissant. C'est ce que les vrais sons français aiment. Pouvez-vous me comprendre? Étoile d'or pour vous si peut. Nous pourrions peut-être avoir une conversation agréable, parler de la raison pour laquelle vous avez tellement d'énergie et ce qui ne va pas avec vous. Est-ce que son beau?" He made it clear that his last statement was a question, wondering what the boy would answer with. Théo spoke rapidly and with attitude in places, possibly sounding a little harsh and cutting in places but that was the point.

Hopefully this kid would entertain him.

[Mathis Reeves]

Mathis' eyes widened more when he heard the rush of French coming from the males mouth. However his eyes sparkled at the challenge as he cocked his head to the side, trying to come at the task of translating what just happened like he would tackle a basketball game. Separating what he knew and what he didn't know. The mimic raised up one finger to show he heard, grinning like a mad man while he began the task of "well I know this... so this is probably something like this...". So... To begin at the start of that very fast paced speech. Vous pensez que vous pouvez parler français?- Now Mathis knew that the boy was french so this had to be a test and while Mathis knew that Theo had ended by asking if he spoke french the tone made it seem like a joke. This, he concluded, had to do with his ability to speak it. However since he got the gist and it seemed rhetorical, Mathis felt no need to answer. He hummed softly as he got to the next part, where Mathis knew the french boy was complimenting him. A bit sarcastically, but he wasn't going to dwell on that. Mathis skipped over the next sentence since he really didn't know what was going on, though he assumed Theo was just continuing his harassment of Mathis attempting to speak his mother language.

After that the statements got remarkably easier for Mathis to understand, even if he was going off his memory. His cheeks split into a wide grin and he let his hand drop down to show he was done. "Oui, je vous comprends! Peut-être que je reçois...." the texan paused briefly as his mouth sounded out the words needed for the statement before continuing in his slightly smoother voice. Practice certainly made things easier. "Deux étoiles d'or? Pour répondre en français?" his grin was growing even wider now and he clapped his hands once again to show just his level of excitement. "J'ai beaucoup d'énergie parce que je suis une personne heureuse. Maybe you should try it. It would be a very nice conversation! And... What about the beau? Which beau? Beau brother? Beau boyfriend?" he wandered off towards the end to turn his head every which way as though searching for the 'beau' in question.

[Théo Allard]

Théo looked pointedly at Mathis' pointed finger with blatant curious, but said nothing more or less concerning it. When he completed his speech of sorts, and Mathis seemed to be... very happy, he raised an eyebrow. Oh, so he did understand? He crossed his arms and huffed a laugh at the ridiculous amount of energy that the American boy had. And the fact that he did understand, and could respond in Théo's own tongue. He nodded, clearly impressed and not trying to hide it, "Je ne me l'attendais pas..." He mumbled, shaking his head slightly. Well, this Mathis had done a good job of entertaining him. He rolled his eyes, "I am a 'appy person, but I do not need energy to be 'appy. And I... Voulez-vous que? I meant to say 'do you want that?' I got... confused." He admitted to his own mistake, shrugging his shoulders a little. Everyone had their bad days.

"And... I do not 'ave any stars, but..." He took a final drag of his cigarette and stubbed the end, walking over to a bin and actually throwing it away instead of stamping it into the ground like usual. Before he turned back around, however, he manifested a cinnamon swirl. Then, he turned around and held it up a little, before holding out to the boy who really needed no more sugar, but... he was just like a puppy, seriously. He needed a treat or something. "As a... prize." He said, though he would not be surprised if the boy just ate it within the space of five seconds. Then again, Mathis seemed to be full of surprises.

[Mathis Reeves]

Mathis was glad the french boy looked so pleased with him. It made the mimic just as pleased with himself, for impressing a native french speaker with his atrociously accented french. His grin split his cheeks easily as he cocked his head to the side, curious about what the other would have to say about everything. The eye roll, however, had the mimic's smile falling some. He hadn't meant for what he said to come across as some kind of joke. "I think y'do need energy to be happy. Especially if you're french." He laughed softly at his own joke of the stereotype and then smiled to show he wasn't serious. "But naw... It is all good. English ain't really that easy to speak anyway." The mimic shrugged as if that answered all the questions that Theo could ever have.

He watched with interest as the boy walked over to the trash can to throw away the cigarette butt, glad that he seemed to at least care enough not to litter needlessly. There was a pause at the other turned around with a cinnamon roll in his hand before the mimic reached out and plucked it out of his hands with a wide grin. "Is that your power? Summoning cinnamon rolls outta thin air?" Mathis let his grin grow wider as he realized it was a reward and happily took a bite out of his prize. A minute passed as he munched happily on his bite before his eyes sparkled. "Ooo. Thank ya. But hold on hold on." He was slightly distracted by the food but he quickly set his bag on the ground before opening it with one hand, fishing around until he pulled out a clear tupperware container. This he held out to Theo as he took another bite of the roll. "Do you like apple turnovers? Their really good and I only made 'em a lil' bit ago." He explained cheerfully, in case this would convince the other of their worth.

[Théo Allard]

Yes, the accent that Mathis used was wide off of being genuine, and did rub against the French boy slightly, but he disregarded it all the same. A smile quirked at the corner of his lips, "D'accord." He could believe that if he wanted. Or whatever. "Yes, English ees difficle." He nodded, "I prefer French, but when nobody speaks eet... I 'ave to know English."

Théo gave a sly grin at Mathis' happiness in relation to his power, "Kind of. I can... as you say, summon, pâtisseries." He wiped his fingers and crossed his arms, the other boy's happiness still amusing him to no end. He watched with curiosity, however, as he produced the container. The French boy took it from him and looked it over, popping off the lid and taking out one of the said apple turnovers, before returning the tupperware, "Yes, I like this. Why would I not? I make them after all - if I did not like them, there would be a problem." He took a bite and gave a crooked smile, a few crumbs falling about, "This is very good." He said, taking another bite and looking at the peppy boy, holding it up a bit, "You say you made this?" Théo asked curiously. He baked himself, cooked - he very much enjoyed being in the kitchen. But, ironically, pastries were not exactly his strongest point.

[Mathis Reeves]

There was a pause in Mathis as Theo spoke in his heavily accented English. Thoughts bounced around the mimic's head as he tried to grasp onto one particular train. After a few minutes he clapped his hands in finality and nodded his head. "I got an idea! How 'bouts I help you with your English... And you help me learn French?" He cocked his head to the side and gave Theo a wide grin.

The sly grin Theo gave the mimic made Mathis want to... Do something. What that something was, though, he had no idea. So instead he just smiled wider around the pastry he was trying to eat. Smoky blue eyes watched with a nervous energy as the French boy took the plastic container. While he didn't like praise, he wasn't too fond of someone deciding his food was shit either. "Ain't gotta like it to make it..."

Mathis didn't take long of watching the male before his face split into its signature wide grin. He'd ignore the urge to squirm at the comment about the turnover's quality. "Yep! I make a lot of things!" His voice bubbled with it's usual cheerfulness as he finished off the cinnamon roll. As he finished it off he brushed his hands together to clear the crumbs and tried to avoid looking too forlorn that his treat was gone. "So! Theo! How long have y'been here?"

[Théo Allard]

Théo considered the idea of teaching Mathis French for a moment. Did he... really want to spend his time trying to help someone else out? It seemed like a lot of effort, and nothing much would come from it to help him... because he did not particularly need any help with his English. It was just a case of adjusting, and he almost liked having the language barrier there sometimes - it made things difficult for the other person (and himself, but whatever) and it was pretty funny. So... "...mmm, I don't know. My Eenglish ees not terrible, I... I don't know." He said with a shrug of his shoulders. He was not about to thank him for the offer or anything, though. He did not see the point in doing so.

Mathis had a fair point, and it was true. As a baker and a chef himself, Théo had made many foods that did not necessarily cater to his own tastes. He nodded slightly in his agreement, but said nothing more.

It was strange - this boy seemed to have a good interest in baking at least, and Théo had never interacted with him. To be fair to himself, however, on most days Théo would avoid anyone who was obviously optimistic, because of the energy he would have to give back to interact with them. Only if it was a good day, or they interacted with him, would he talk to them. "Less than a year." He said, "I 'ave come on the exchange, but I will be transferring, 'opefully." He explained, smiling. He did like Hammel, if for nothing more than they new group of faces. "'ow about you? 'ow long 'ave you been 'ere?"

[Mathis Reeves]

Mathis tried not to look a little put out at Theo's "I don't know". After all it wasn't like the male had to teach Matty French anyway, there was no rule that required it. In fact since Matty was no longer in the class he had no obligation to learn more French. This all being said, though, Mathis was still slightly (in a very, very small way) upset by the refusal. It meant he didn't really have a reason to come and seek the boy out. Now he'd have to come up with another reason for why the two of them must meet again. This train of thought led Mathis into wondering if perhaps he could try and get Theo to go baking with him. Or try and teach the boy the wonders of anime. Or even get Theo to join a club or two with him. Mathis mentally nodded, filing the ideas away under "to be used later".

Blue eyes widened at Theo's response and he couldn't help but go over the past few months to figure out why exactly he hadn't seen the boy earlier. They seemed have a few of the same interests and Theo was definitely the type Mathis made it his mission to befriend. But for some reason he didn't? Mathis frowned to himself, thinking that his schedule might be more hectic than he was aware of. "Me? Oh. I've been here since I was thirteen, so 'bout three years. Comin' up on four years!" He responded with his usual cheer, grinning at Theo. "Well if you're stickin' about, we should be friends and then I can introduce y'to a whole ton of people who're fun!"