leg day! (mathis)

[Vrases Claudt]

Vrases sat there in class, sulking at the bitter feeling that had begun to arise in his chest. Here he was, in the easiest class of his day, and the teacher had decided to have an emergency meeting with all students to talk about their grades. Vrases sighed in exhasperation; he had an easy A in this class, unlike some of the retards in this class. As he began to tap his fingers on the desk, he decided he had had enough. Now was not the time for studying; it was leg days!! taking out his phone, he decided to hit up his friend and weight training partner Mathis to see what he was doing; he wanted to get a spotter today and who knows, maybe they would hang out after. tapping quickly on his phone, he sent a quick message to mathis..

To: Mathis (weight bro)
message: hey man, what are you up to today? Bored AF. its leg days! want to go work out and chill after? meet me outside of gym if you wanna.

Putting his phone into his pocket, he decided he had had enough. Grabbing his bag, he put his bag on his back and walked quickly out the back door, much to the exhasperation of his teacher; he knew he was a good and smart kid, but he had a temper that one. 

About 30 minutes later, Vrases was walking in a sleeveless t shirt and gym shorts, he arms showing off his large amounts of tattoos as he whistled and bounced to the beat of the metal music, smiling at the weather. It was beautiful, and what a better way to spend it then working out with a friend! 

[Mathis Reeves]

Mathis wasn't the sort of guy that ever thought of skipping class. In fact, when the opportunity to do so presented itself, Mathis even said no. Politely of course but a no is still a no. So even as he sat in english, his most hated subject, with the teacher breathing down his neck so he would work on the overdue assignments the mimic didn't feel any inclination to try and get out. Not even when his phone buzzed for the fifth time this hour alone. Because that's why phone went off in the middle of class, right? So people could inform you they were skipping and invite you to tag along. Somehow, despite no real prior experience, Mathis had come to this conclusion sometime in the past three years. Perhaps he had watched one too many TV shows featuring fake high schools?

So, with all this in mind Mathis couldn't really check his phone until class was over (almost twenty minutes later). However when he did he instantly grinned while he scanned through his texts; one from Cam, two from Matthew, and one from one of his closer (though not as close as Oliver) friends- Vrases. Which, whenever the mimic cared to think about it, was a really weird name for a kid to have. But then they weren't really friends because of their names, no, they had bonded earlier than that. Mutual interests and mutual powers tended to forge bonds even in unfamiliar territories.

hey man, what are you up to today? Bored AF. its leg days! want to go work out and chill after? meet me outside of gym if you wanna.-22 minutes ago

Mathis looked at the time and huffed softly before shoving his barely done work into his overcrowded bag, throwing it over his shoulder before taking off full sprint to his dorm to try and change. His hands flew over the keys as he ran, barely managing to have time to wave to the people he knew as was his traditional running look.

To: V-Mime
Message: Got free time 2 come. B there in... 5 min. Just got outta class!

The mimic skidded into his room, panting for breath from the sudden exertion. He threw his bag onto the bed designated for his use before tearing through his stack of clothes, throwing on a pair of loose sweatpants and a shirt that anyone who watched One Piece would understand. After that he just continued his frantic pace all the way to the gym, barely slowing as he saw the back of a rather familiar head. Mathis grinned some before catching up, casually throwing his arm over Vrases' shoulder mid-stride.

"Look 'ere! See what I caught?" he perked up, meaning to say that he had caught Vrases rather than an actual something.

[Vrases Claudt]

Walking down the sidewalk to the gym, he suddenly found himself holding a very happy Mathis up from falling onto the side. Laughing good heartily as he did so, he turned to face his friend, shaking his head good naturedly. "whats up man, you just get outta class? sound like you just ran a damn marathon! he said, laughing as he did so. taking out his headphones, he glanced around looking at who was around. Gesturing for him to follow him as they walked, he put his hands in his pockets and stuck his tongue out in a mocking face at the man. At the same time, he asked, "so hows class and life been mate? ready for the summer vacation yet?" he said, still laughing a bit. Scratching his five o clock shadow slightly, he tilted his head slightly as he thought about what they should do for workouts today. "he, did you have practice today or yesterday? do we need to take it easy or can we go full tilt today?" he said, smiling mischievously as he did so, walking next to his friend and playfully punching him in the arm. Mathis was a nice guy, a fun person to be around, and actually enjoyed working out; something that was becoming more and more rare in his generation. When he had met him, they were both goofing off in class and struck up a conversation about working out and sports, and one thing led to the other. Mathis was one of his small circle friends, and he enjoyed having the guy around; he was a fun person to talk to, and not judgmental at all. Bobbing his head slightly, he completed his circle as he glanced around and they walked to the gym.

[Mathis Reeves]

"'Course I just got outta class. Unlike some people I ain't smart enough to be passin' everything!" Plus is was English. His nemesis. "I didn't want ya ta have ta wait.." Which was definitely the truth. Mathis wasn't the type of guy that kept anyone waiting, unless of course the person waiting for him happened to be someone he didn't like. In which case they had to be left waiting for at least a full five minutes. It was just the way things were supposed to go.

As the two animal mimics begun walking, Mathis grinned at his friend in his usual manner. He had something to share, something incredibly important to share. Something he hadn't really shared with anyone else, because he thought they might judge him. But with Vrases, he could tell the boy. Worse that would happen would be they started fighting. "I met someone atta club last month. We been hangin' out a lot." There. He said it, and if the wide grin on his face was anything to go by, he enjoyed the person he met. "But classes suck. Life's a'ight. I ain't real excited for summer... I gotta stick in the dorm or something so it's gunna be borin' with everyone else gone.." He shrugged slowly and scratched the back of his neck.

"Naw. I practiced yesterday so ya can try ta beat me again- and ya can lose... Again." The mimic smirked at his friend, drawing a fist to hit him back in the arm. "What's the score? 5 ta 0?" Laughter followed his statement and Mathis jogged ahead of Vrases to go to the gym, wanting to make it a race already. Once he reached the doors he quickly yanked them open and went inside to continue his jog to the equipment room.

((Sorry for the wait?))

[Vrases Claudt]

"naw, you're too nice for that!" he said sarcastically. Sticking his tongue out at the other mimic, he arched his eyebrow in surprise; he had met someone? oooh, interesting. "interesting; who is this mystery person if I might ask?" he said quizzically. matthis had been looking for the past couple months for someone, and vrases had supported him in his findings. He wondered who the lucky person would be.

Listening to the man, he stopped and glared at him mockingly as he said the score. "hey, i suck as basketball! you know that; all those rules about no contact always screw me over! when someone comes near me i want to deck them, not try a stand in front of them smacking a ball out of their hand!" he said, mimicking how a basketball player tries to play guard on someone. It was true; although he was large and intimidating, vrases was terrible at basketball. Rugby and football were much more suited to the mimic, but that didn't stop him from wanting to play a game or two with friends. Smirking as he ran after matthis, he laughed and came up behind the man shook him by the shoulders as he got to the door. "hey no fair! you got a head start!" he said, laughing as they made their way over to the weights. Walking over to the stretching mats, he began to stretch before his workout. "want to play another game after the workout? i know i can beat you this time! I got them special moves!" he said, moving from side to side. "so your stuck here too, huh? ya, my mom ended up having a bad reaction and is in the hospital, but she doesnt want me to come visit her; says she wants me to focus on school and what not." the mimic said, slightly disappointed. "looks like were both stuck here for the summer! which means i can finally beat you this time!" he said, trying to pick up the attitude.

[Mathis Reeves]

Mathis didn't really understand why his friend was using sarcasm, but he shoved away his confusion to shoot the other a wide cheek splitting grin. What would have confused him even more was the fact Vrases seemed to think he was actually looking for a someone. Granted Mathis didn't really want a someone, at all, nor did he think he had any plans to get a someone. But since Vrases hadn't made his thoughts known, Mathis had no way of knowing that Vrases was referring to the person he met as someone more than a friend. "Ah! His name's Cameron. He can manipulate light. Makes these li'l ball things that look like stars."

The mimic's smoky eyes glittered with mirth at Vrases' excuses. "Naw, naw. Y'know you just wanna excuse to be beatin' on people." He joked, nudging his friend lightly in passing.

His hand tightened on the door as Vrases' shook his shoulder, but he didn't stop another one of his wide grins. "All's fair in love 'n war." He said simply, looking terribly pleased that he had come up with such a... Smart sounding retort. Following the other to the mats, Mathis matched the other's movements for stretching. Though he was slightly more limber than Vrases' since he spent a lot more time running than bulking up to tackle people. "Only if y'wanna lose." He grinned at his friend's offer to let them battle once again on the court. "Special moves or not!"

He carefully stretched his arms as he bobbed his head up and down. "Sorry 'bout your Mama. Maybe we can send her a care package. Cookies 'n cards?" There was a gentle, slightly sad smile pulling at his lips now. He wished he could send him own Mama something, but she'd never see it. "Naw! Y'never gunna beat me!"