Bird Training 101 [Open]

[Craven Grimley]

Craven was getting the hang of his ability, his relationship and most importantly, his life. He wanted to put to the test one of these very important training techniques by allowing his new pet dove out and getting the crows to fly it. He couldn't stand the fact that the pure white creature had to be caged, the whole time. He wanted to get Snow out a little. She needed to stretch her wings... if it was a her.

Pft. It didn't matter. Snow was a name that could be unisex, just like Jet, who'd much rather be the only bird in Craven's life and was being a little distant lately. Today, curiosity had gotten the better of Jet and she was perched on his shoulder peering down at the caged dove that was now surrounded by a dozen or so black crows, hovering eagerly to see what would occur.

Craven stroked the back of his finger against Jet's chest and she puffed up like a prized peacock before the rest of the flock who peeked up eagerly at Craven. His eyes blackened completely resembling that of the crows before him, as he linked to their minds telling them exactly what he expected them to do. He must have looked pretty damn scary standing there like a demon before the crows.

Of course, the spell was broken the moment they saw movement in the distances and stabs of pain washed across his mind. Craven screamed in pain and doubled over, his hands pressing to his head as the crows began sending out warnings to him and everyone around them, fluttering like a black cloud into the air. All except for Jet who beelined for the person who'd caused the pain, indirectly, for Craven.

The pain ceased and Craven straighted twisting to face the problem at hand.
"Jet No!"
Craven screamed and started running after his murdering crow.

[Rhett Goddard]

It felt like ages since Rhett last parkoured. Work just takes so much time and spending his free time either in the gym or with Odion, it left him little to no desire to train. It was something he had been meaning to change for some time now, and he had decided the day was today. Wearing yellow gym shorts and a white hoodie, Rhett went up to Hammel's training fields that morning. He'd spent all day running and Hammel grounds proved to be good enough for the objective.

He had good sessions, he had bad sessions, he managed complex moves, he failed doing simple ones, bruising a little his hands, but picking up again quick enough. If anything, Rhett was resilient, at least when it was about parkour.

The sight of several crows in the distance were of no surprise to Rhett. He knew who was behind them. They hadn't talked that much for a while, but Rhett considered the crowboy a good person. No, not a friend, that's a rather lost word on Rhett's vocabulary, but in what few time they had spent together, Craven surely became that which was as closest as "friend" as you could in Rhett's life, which probably was what prompted Odion, the one and only exception to all this, to raise an eyebrow in mild jealousy whenever anything involved an unwatched Rhett and Craven.

The thought passed through Rhett's mind as he jumped bench after bench while tracking across the courtyard, Odion wasn't actually here, maybe it wouldn't hurt to say hi? Wrong. Seconds after Rhett changed directions to traverse towards Craven general direction, a black bird-shaped shadow appeared in front of him and it all went black.

The last thing he felt was a pounce in his forehead a something cold, which he guessed was blood, dripping into his face before hitting the ground. The last thing he saw was the brunette running towards him with a rather alarmed face. The last thing he heard was someone, he guessed Craven, screaming "Jet No!". The last thing he thought was: Damn that bird hates me.

[Craven Grimley]

Craven screamed and came to a screeching hault as the crow knocked Rhett from his feet. He couldn't believe what his crow, HIS PET had just done. Jet doubled back and headed toward him and her feeling of pride and accomplishment made him take two steps back.
"JET! I don't wanna be a Hermit with only Gia as my friend! You stay away from me and if you took out his eyes... I'll... I'll... "
Craven dodged the fluttering crow and began running toward Rhett.

When he finally found something that he could use to scare her, he glanced over his shoulder and screamed back at her.
"I'll send you to the Taxidermist."
Craven fell to his knees beside Rhett, his breathe catching at the blood on Rhett's face. Claw marks, a few beak pecks at Rhett's face. But he still had those lovely eyes of his. Good. Good. Craven slumped across Rhett in relief, laying his forehead on Rhett's shoulder for a moment before pulling back and seaching his pockets for some cloth to clean Rhett's face with.

Oh God. What would Odion do if Rhett told him this was once again Craven's doing.
"Shit! You're always at the wrong place at the wrong time, Rhett."
Craven came up empty handed in his search for some cloth so he brushed his fingers across the thickest blood to see if anything needed stitches. Then a Crow landed on Rhett's chest and Craven was about to swat it way defensively when he noticed what was in the crow's beak. A piece of clean white clothe.

Craven smiled softly and took it gently beginning to dab at Rhett's face. More crows came. More clothes were set around the two of them. Craven didn't watch them work. He only concentrated on Rhett. When most of the blood was off he gripped Rhett's shoulder and shook him lightly.
"Rhett? I'm so sorry."
They landed, fluttered away... They were building a nest for the two of them. It was rather amusing. Sticks soon followed the clothe, a few tiny trinkets and two murders of crows began to work in shifts.

[Rhett Goddard]

"Hmm." Rhett mumbled unconsciously.

You would think it's all black after you black out, but it wasn't. A figure stood in front of him. It was a wolf? No, it was a person. A boy. He got closer and stopped in front of the blond, laying a gentle kiss in his lips.

"Talen?" He unconsciously said out loud as Craven tended the blood in his face.

Talen smiled at Rhett from the distance. Was he fading? No, he was still there, but he wasn't alone. Was that Zac? And Odion. Both walked towards Rhett and each landed kisses on Rhett's cheeks, first Zac, then Odion.

"I love you..." He mumbled while shaking his head as Craven shook him lightly. It made the brunette appear next to the other three boys. They waved goodbye at him and only Craven remained, getting nearer and nearer. Was he going to kiss him as well? "Craven..." He mumbled softly as his eyes opened. The light burn his eyes and blinded him, but soon he could see Craven in front of him, and the blue yonder behind him. "Craven?"

He was confused. Craven was not in front of him, he was above. Rhett looked aside, he was lying on the ground. He had been running, he couldn't remember anything else. Did he tripped and fell? Did he hit something? He took a deep breath and sat.

"What happened?" He asked Craven, now noticing the odd behavior of several crows around them. "Are those sticks? What's going on?" He started rubbing his eyes to wake himself up, but noticed something red in his hands afterwards. "Blood?" Rhett asked softly. "Oh god I hate blood."

He felt dizzy. He felt like he was going to pass out again. He looked at Craven for a moment and then to the opposite side. No, he was not going to pass out. He threw up instead.

[Craven Grimley]

Craven's eyes widened when he heard the name Talen. 'Don't make me punch you again Rhett' Craven thought mentally shooting a worried look at the crow across from him as it laid down a branch threading it quickly into another branch. Craven stopped shaking at Rhett when he heard the words 'I love you' come from Rhett's lips. Wow... what was Rhett seeing in those dreams of his? Craven smiled and glided his fingers across Rhett's hand lightly caressing instead of now shaking him vigorously.

Poor Rhett. Craven knew what it felt like to love someone and not be able to be with them because you were already with someone else. It wasn't that he didn't love Gia... It was like... Romeo was a drug. It was weird. Incredibly weird. Craven smiled as Rhett said his name and patted his hand lightly in a way of reassuring the blonde. His eyes snapped open and Craven nodded quickly when Rhett asked his name in a questioning tone. Craven moved a hand to Rhett's shoulder when the blonde sat up and glanced around.

"Um... Well... What happened is...."
Craven sought for a better way to tell Rhett that his crow had nearly pecked out Rhett's eyes but there was clearly no easy way of saying that. A question came he could answer and he glanced around at the nest forming around them, a smile settling on his lips.
"I think they remember you. It's a nest see? They're building us a nest... like when you gave them shelter... or us... rather."

Craven glanced to Rhett and quickly took his hand rubbing at the blood to get it off his fingers.
"Let's uh... get you to the nurse?"
Suddenly Rhett was projecting his breakfast all over the side of the nest and Craven gagged turning his own face away from Rhett for a moment. Slowly he began to rub at Rhett's back.
"I'm so sorry Rhett. Come on... let's go get you cleaned up."
Craven gently slid a hand around Rhett's body trying to avoid catching the scent of the vomit by burrying his face in Rhett's shoulder as he helped the boy up.

Blood. The scent of Rhett's blood and fabric softener as well as some sort of deodarant was what he got instead. Blood. He was so used to blood, decaying flesh and festering carcasses now. It was a constant reminded that he had a flock of crows at his command. Craven nodded to a few of the crows.
"Go get Snow. "
She couldn't be there by herself.

The group moved to the cage each taking up a bar in their claws and they lifted as one into the air flying toward Craven's room window.
"I'm sorry again... I'm sorry. "

[Rhett Goddard]

As gross as it is, throwing up can make you feel better. After all, you're expelling something that's hurting you out of your system. Unfortunately for Rhett, he was not having stomach problems, throwing up did not reduce the dizziness and confusion he initially had after being woken up by Craven. Seeing a bunch of crows building a nest around them, and Craven confirming this verbally, didn't seem to make him feel any less confused either. He had to put some effort for some moments before remembering what Craven was referring about giving the birds shelter.

"No, no." Rhett sloppily, and futilely, attempted to push Craven away. "I'm fine, I'm fine."

He then spit in the ground next to him a few times before attempting to clean his lips with the back of his hand in case any fluid had unceremoniously decided to stay around his face-area. Fortunately all he saw in the back of his hand afterwards was low quantities of blood. As much as the sight disgusted him, it was better than vomit.

With the help of Craven, he finally got up and turned his back against the body-fluids pool. It was a good thing he had a light breakfast that morning. He shook his head a bit attempting to shake the dizziness away, which obviously didn't work, but at least he didn't feel any worse than he did before, which only probably meant whatever happened couldn't have been that bad.

"Do I have bruises in my face?" He asked Craven, rather worried he was going to get visibly scarred. He then took a glance around, attempting to see what had made him trip, but all he could see was Craven's crows flying away and... Are they carrying a cage? Rhett didn't want to ask about that, not sure if he was mildly hallucinating or not. "I have to be getting clumsy if I fell in in my face." It was the only explanation he had for the head-pain and face-bruises. Craven's apologies, however, threw him a little off-guard. If anything, Rhett should be thanking him for being there at the right moment at the right place. Though apparently nothing too serious had happened to him, so verbally thanking Craven wasn't really necessary. "Sorry for what?"

[Craven Grimley]

Yes, Craven felt like crap once again. The guilt was like a Rhett spread rash whenever he was around Rhett. Not because he didn't like Rhett, cept for the whole Odion thing, but more because he often ended up hurting Rhett. The very last thing he wanted to do was hurt Rhett. Rhett was just a little taste of cool without the shoving and the nudging and all that stuff that he normally got from Robbie, Thyme or... (Go on, Craven. You can think it) Romeo. He'd made a concious decision after seeing Romeo that day in the mall when Gia had heard the truth, to make friends with Romeo.

Albeit it would be hard. He wanted Romeo so badly it hurt sometimes. Bloody blue eyes and bouncy black curls... damn it. Craven was almost pouting at the thought. Craven didn't have much time to pout with Rhett shoving at him softly enough for him to stand his ground againts the blonde. He tightened his grip stubbornly and put on his best attempt at a scolding face after a moment's pause.

"You're such a liar. You're not fine. Stop being so stubborn. "
Craven half twisted his face in disgust when the spitting started. His dad always hated it when boys spat on the ground. Anything else he could stand. Cooper was of mind that it showed lower class behaviour... Craven hated to admit it but Craven was starting to hate it too. Rhett had a reason to spit though. Craven noticed the hand come up and quickly snatched a pice of fabric from a twig behind him.

His offer of the cloth was too late, when Rhett had finished wiping his mouth on the back of his own hand. Wow. They were from totally opposite ends of the class scale. It was pretty obvious. Craven released the fabric and it fluttered to the ground, his blue eyes focused only on the boy he was holding to carefully. Craven managed to get Rhett to let him help, which was a relief. His eyes didn't stray far from the boy's face, frightened that Rhett would faint at any moment, into Craven's waiting arms.

"You're okay..."
Craven whispered with a warm tone to his voice in hopes of bring some comfort to the blonde. Craven carefully stepped them over the branches and headed in the direction of the school lookin away at the exact moment the question about bruising was asked.
"Uh... No, no. I don't think so."
Crow boy lied. It was easy to tell.

His voice was colored in worry and his body language had stiffened. Oh God. He'd ruined a perfectly beautiful face. ODION! Craven's eyes widened. What was Rhett gonna tell Odion?! Craven couldn't fight. He'd punch and then apologize for it... after the apology, he imagined Odion would smash his face in. It was perfectly possibly. Odion seemed like he could bite someone's ear off, never mind break their face with stony fists. Craven's eyes slowly drifted to the boy beside him when he mentioned he'd fallen on his face.

That's what Rhett thought he'd done? Fallen on his face? Tripped over nothing? Craven could feel him searching for the cause of his fall and he groaned. He couldn't lie. He couldn't hide secrets and he couldn't be anything BUT honest.... which was why he couldn't go a month without telling his girlfriend that he'd cheated on her. Craven frowned at the ground as Rhett quiried why he was apologizing then sighed softly.

"You didn't fall Rhett. It's my fault you got hurt and I'm really sorry. Jet thought you were hurting me..."
Craven flinched waiting to be shoved away roughly by an angry french teenager. He would hardly have blamed Rhett for it. Every single time something would hurt Rhett in Craven's company appart from the two times they were together. The day in the rainstorm and the first day they had met. Craven would remmeber those times when he got pummelled into the ground by Odion, when he listened to Rhett cheering his boyfriend on...

[Rhett Goddard]

Good, he didn't have his face bruised. Rhett preferred a dozen deep cuts in his scalp, which is where he supposed the blood was coming from, than a could-be-future-scar in his face. Not like he was a vane or superficial person, giving his physical appearance much important, but really, who would like a scar in their face besides fifteenth century sailors? Good think for Craven that Rhett was rather dizzyish and confused to tell he was lying.

Rhett is not the kind of person that removes his shirt in public, he's far too prude, but cleaning himself with his hand seemed not efficient and even though Craven had previously offered a clean cloth for the job, he decided to ignore it, not wanting to stain it with his blood, plus his shirt already had blood in it, so it wouldn't matter. Rhett heard Craven's explanation of what had happened as he was finishing removing his shirt. Lowering his arms, which were still in shirt, and with a messed hair due to removing his shirt, Rhett looked at the brunette with a very understandable "are you fucking kidding me?" face.

"Well this will definitely not award you any points with Odion, if by any chance you ever desired to." Sighing and looking away, Rhett finished removing his shirt and continued cleaning his head, searching for cuts in his scalp. He didn't, so he passed the shirt through his face. "Ouch!" Yup, he had several cuts in his forehead. "And this won't either, you know." Fortunately the shirt didn't show much blood, so the cuts were not serious. "Ouch..." And another cut next to his right eye. "Oh my god was Jet going for my eye?!" His face and tone of voice showed a little anger. But he shrugged it off. It wasn't really Craven's fault, there was no reason to be mad at him, so he decided to just sigh again. "Do birds carry diseases? No, let me rephrase that. Do you have that thing," Yes, thing, because as respectful as Rhett was to pets, even if Jet was apparently more than a pet, he didn't quite felt in the mood to call Jet anything other than "thing" at the moment. "vaccinated or something?" He sighed again, remembering Craven always brought some sort of bad thing to him. "Life must be definitely trying to keep us away here."

[Craven Grimley]

For the first time EVER someone actually believed his all too obvious lie. There was something to say for that. Rhett must have been hurt bad. Then again, Rhett had thrown up and stuff so what ever had happened to him must have been traumatic for him to deal with. The blood and the wounds and the falling and the... the weird twist he'd had when he uttered those words. 'I love you'. Man if ever he'd wanted to hear those words from someone that someone would not have been Rhett...

Though, when Rhett took off his shirt Craven did kinda wish he could... well... No no no. He didn't wish anything. Man he needed to work out more if Rhett and Romeo had bodies like those. Geez. Craven bit into his bottom lip prying his eyes from Rhett's abs to Rhett's face and wincing. Finally something sank in. Craven gave an innocent laugh and then flashed a grin that could be translated into another apology if one read the language of smiles. As soon as Rhett mentioned not gaining brownie points from Odion Craven's face changed completely.

He squared his shoulders and scowled at the ground grumbling something about 'Odion being an asshole'. Craven winced at each ouch sparing glances sideways at the blonde beside him dabbing at different spots on his head and face. The Craven heard the question and raised an eyebrow quickly....
"Your eye?! What?! Haha... no that's like ridiculous Rh-Yes.... yes she was... "
Craven gulped and cleared his throat sulking a bit more.

"If I was her I'd go for them too. They're so pretty and ...."
Craven tried to cover but quickly bit into his bottom lip to keep himself from talking about this catastrophe anymore.
"Do you want my shirt? I can give you my shirt or jacket or... or... anything you want really. You just say the word and I'll give you what ever you want to make you feel better Rhett. Whatever..."

The guilt was so heavy on Craven's shoulder that he was at least three inches shorter from what he'd been before. Craven did look a bit insulted by Rhett asking if he'd had Jet vaccinated.
"No. She's not my pet and she's not a wild animal either. She doesn't so corpses or stuff. She has no diseases...."
Craven grumbled the last part. The only reason he knew that was because she'd attacked sometone before and nothing major happened to them either.

Craven frowned at the fact that life was trying to keep them appart and sighed heavily too.
"I try my best to avoid you. Not my choosing by the way. Your boyfriend just doesn't think much of me. I can... kinda see why. I keep hurting you but it's you who keeps ending up in the wrong place at the wrong time. You're like my masochist."
Craven's attempt at lightening the mood kinda sank in on him and he realized what he'd said. Oh God. It sounded like he was flirting with Rhett now.

Then again... it was easy to flirt with Rhett.
"I mean not my Masochist. Not my anything....."
Craven looked around quickly.
"Odion's gonna jump out behind a tree and take my eyes out any minute now right?"
Craven half whimpered before moved a hand to Rhett's back to try and comfort him as best he could.

[Rhett Goddard]

Right, diverting attention from the fact that, by almost an inch, Rhett wouldn't have eyes now with a compliment. Just how sweet. Smart move, yes, but useless as well. At least Craven definitely felt bad about what happened. Probably way worse than how Rhett felt, and he was still dizzy and had just thrown up.

"It's fine, don't worry, I'm fine." Rhett rolled his eyes with Craven's offers of anything to make him feel better. There was nothing the crowboy could actually do to fix things, was it? And there was no point of dirtying someone else's shirt of jacket if his own was already useful in that purpose. "Right," Rhett was relieved to know Jet didn't carry diseases. He, however, definitely thought it was a good idea to pass by the doctor's office later and check that for himself. Better safe than sorry. "little bit of good news I guess."

Craven's following words puzzled Rhett a bit. He didn't know Craven was trying to avoid Rhett. It seemed rather childish, and maybe dumb, even if he did have some very good points. Maybe it was actually a smart decision. If bad things kept happening to Rhett for being close to Craven, maybe it was best to avoid him as well. Rhett couldn't clearly understand Craven's statement about him being Craven's masochist, and clearly didn't see it as a flirt, but he could understand that, to a point, this was masochism.

Then again maybe they were overreacting. So Jet stole a necklace from him once, so what, right? He had several others at the moment. So Craven punched him for what had happened with Talen and Adrianna, so what? It didn't hurt, the kid's a wimp, and he did have a good time that night, even if he caught a cold from getting wet. So he was hit by a crow, so what? He's still alive and pretty well, right? Well, that if he didn't get scars. Either way, though, what's so bad anyway? Rhett wasn't a little kid like to be scared of life if it was indeed trying to keep them away. If anything, it rather made him, perhaps, more determinate to go and get closer to Craven. It was a challenge now, it was a test, and more importantly, it was research. Go on, I dare you. He wanted to see if something worse could be thrown at him, and he wanted to know why.

"Pretty much when you least expect it, yes." Rhett nodded. If Odion happened to be in that time of the month, Craven was probably not safe from at least a confrontation. "And he will probably not miss like Jet." He smirked/sighed. "I'd try to go and stop him, but defending you would only make things worse for both of us."

Finally done with cleaning the blood off his face, Rhett wore his shirt again. He looked at it. It was white, and therefore the blood-spots were beyond obvious. He shrugged. He didn't really care what anyone would say or think by seeing it.

"You know what," Rhett twisted his lips a bit before mirroring a bit Craven's movement and placing a hand in his back, near his shoulder. "I thought about it and there's something you can do to make me feel better." He looked directly at Craven's eyes, staring strongly. "Stop avoiding me."

[Craven Grimley]

Craven's eyes widened in shock when Rhett mentioned that Odion would practically try and kill him given half the chance with it. Then Rhett went on to say that Odion wouldn't miss like Jet had. Craven quickly removed his hand from Rhett's back and restuffed them into his pockets. Apparently Rhett wouldn't have his back either.
"Well you sound like a good friend to have at your side there Rhett. Really selling the idea to me now."

Craven's voice sizzled with sarcasm. These days he was just full of it. Sarcasm. After standing up to his father like that all for Gia, he'd learned that everything is worth fighting for and taking a stand has everything to do with defending yourself. This Odion BS had to stop at some point. There was nothing to be afraid of anymore. There was no one to really fear. So Rhett and Odion were together and the carrot top had an aweful temper and horrible jealousy issues. Craven didn't give a damn.

Rhett didn't belong only to Odion. Craven shook his head and dropped his eyes, shoulders rolling forward. Craven was about to comment on how he was going to handle the whole Odion situation and how Odion was seriously clipping Rhett's wings when Rhett's hand fell on his back and Craven paused to look up at the blonde. The words made a smile curl across his lips for a mere moment before he shook his head.

"Rhett, at least I had the freedom to be able to cheat. Gia trusted me enough not to keep me caged. Don't you think there's some tweaking to be done if you guys are so completely ontop of one another all the time?"
Craven shrugged off Rhett's hand for the first time every pulling away from the blonde.

"It's not my place to fight for you Rhett. Not against your partner. It should be the other way around. "
Craven turned a corner once they were inside toward the nurses office.
"I can't be your friend if your boyfriend is gonna try and punch me. For both of our sakes, I don't think your request is quite suited to the situation. So I'm going to have to decline. "
Craven stopped in the hallway and held his hand out to the nurse's office indicating that Rhett should go on without him.

"I'm sorry about what Jet did and I'm tired of being the coward..."
Craven said as a last after thought watching Rhett.

[Rhett Goddard]

"Well in fact.." Rhett started to say, but chose to remain quiet as Craven went on with his thoughts out loud.

Boy the brunette was confusing things. He was wrong, so very wrong, at least to Rhett. They were not on top of each other twenty-four/seven as Craven believed. Rhett was on top of Odion twenty-four/seven, but not the other way around. In their three months of official relationship, the poor ginger had probably endured about about one or two jealousy scenes from Rhett, whereas Odion was still to perform one of his own. There was no question Odion didn't like Craven, but had more to do with their first meeting rather than with jealousy. Unlike Rhett, though, Odion probably did trust his boyfriend enough. Odion knew that nothing was going to happen there, even if Craven did stand up as quite special among Rhett's acquaintances.

To fight for me? Who was asking Craven to fight? Yes, Rhett was pretty much up daring the universe just a second ago, but that was a personal fight. Or did Craven considered the "stop avoiding me" a fight? Well he was now saying he didn't want to be afraid anymore, then what was wrong with actually fighting? In Rhett's head, Craven was just not making much sense. What did he want Rhett to do exactly? To go and stop Odion altogether if he indeed happened to get mad at their accident? But he just said he wouldn't be a coward, so that wasn't it. Did he want Rhett to stay away to stop getting themselves in problems? That seems cowardly as well.

Rhett sighed as he gave a second or two to let all the brunette's words sink in. I his mind, he had about two options at the moment. He could open his mouth and start yapping about just how wrong Craven was, about how he could cheat if he wanted, but, unlike crowboy, he didn't want to. He could add that in fact, go ahead and kiss Craven at that moment and Odion would never find out, because not only the ginger did trust Rhett to not be spying on him all day long, but also, unlike Rhett, there was no supernatural way he could find out of Rhett's misbehavior. Rhett could just go ahead and ask Craven to make a little more sense, but then remind him that it was probably impossible, since in reality he didn't think the brunette was even sure of what he wanted. He would then finish his short speech with a clever note on how Rhett is not the one he should be giving this attitude to, since it wasn't Rhett's fault that Craven's life hasn't been in the direction he originally wanted to, it was only his own fault.

Oh and just how much he wanted to perform option number one. But as it has been stated before, Craven was rather special among the blonde's acquaintances. This time, he'd let the brunette think he won. There was no point on antagonizing him knowing that chances were the next time they'll meet, because they will, Craven will probably apologize for how harsh he was being right now. Yes, because Rhett was not only surprised, but also definitely rather hurt, although both of those feelings seemed to look and feel just the same for him.

"Let me give you a hint, then." Rhett mentioned casually as he started to enter the nurse's office. "Don't waste your time in Emerald City, the wizard is a fraud."

[Craven Grimley]

Well that rant went down well. Rhett seemed totally and completely confused....Craven winced at the look on Rhett's face. What had he said exactly? and as Craven tried to work out just how exactly his rant had confused Rhett, his eyes searched the ceiling for answers as the crowboy's eyes often did in instances like this. Craven was prepared to give Rhett a play by play on his actual ramble but it took Craven too long to work through the words and already Rhett was turning away.

Craven's shoulders slumped slightly, curving inwards in regret at what had just occured. Could he not have just kept his cool with it? Just not spoken out? Craven needed to learn one valuable lesson in life: when to pick his fights and with whom to pick them with. Making his voice heard had become somewhat of a neccesity. It had certainly become of importance to him lately, that was for certain. Thanks to his uncle, he was more confident. He hoped in time, Rhett would come to understand what Craven had been trying to say.

Craven had stayed frozen on the spot until he heard Rhett's voice echo down the hall at him. His head turned slowly to catch the full sentence and no it was Craven's turn to fight the confusion.
"That made a whole lot of sense...."
Craven muttered before stuffing his hands in his pockets and turning to head down the other way...

He didn't think anything involving Rhett was a waste of time. He had just needed to know that Rhett wasn't ashamed of their little hang out sessions or rather disasterous meetings. Whatever the case may be, he didn't feel comfortable being around Rhett as much as he should and he was going to try and remedy that.