The Lasting Impression - open tag

[Bobby Castellano]

Waving goodbye to Mr Hottie McPantsuit, Bobby looked around at the office and scratched the side of his face. "Alright." He cleared his throat and grabbed his duffel bag and hung it over his shoulder, standing lopsidedly from it.

It was such a weird ride up here. Sure, he got to sleep on the cutest recruiter's shoulder the whole ride up but the pockets of awake time were spent thinking about what had gone down after this hunkering Viking dude came a-knocking.

He was right about his conspiracy theories. Suits were going to come around and get him. He didn't know they were going to be gorgeous suits, but they came. The hush hush tones of them talking to his parents made him paranoid and he tried to listen in but for some odd reason, all he felt like wanting to do every time he did that was go to his room and pray.

So odd. 

All he knew was when he finally lost all urges to get down on his knees, another gorgeous suit had come over with a blinding smile and a creeping shadow sort of reaching out to him. He then realised that he had wasted one whole day to praying. That wasn't odd at all.

But now he was here. Hammel Institution. Brownstone, green grass and ridiculously beautiful people just walking around growing large and punching through metal like a bag of feathers...not odd at all.

The office seemed pretty mainstream though.

He briefly entertained the urge to dive over the counter, not noticing someone had come over. And they were in full view of his wiggling ass and dangling feet. 

What an amazing first impression.

[Asher Hayes]

Asher was going to the main office just to get a new schedule but he was surprised when something more interesting occurred. The hallways were dead as he listened to the sound of his shoes on the floor tiles. As Asher pushed open the door, he was met face to face (well actually face to butt) with the ass of scrawny teenage boy. But who was he to judge since he had the same body type. Asher assumed that the boy had attempted to do a Superman and try to fly over the counter. Or maybe his gift was wingless flight and he was testing it out. Asher remembered that he did that when he first got here. He had tried to move a couple paper that were on a desk. They almost kind of shifted.

Before helping the boy out, Asher entertained himself a little more by watching the student embarrass himself. He wasn't trying to be mean. It's was just that it wasn't something you saw everyday so he wanted to see it while it lasted. And anyways, Asher thought he had a cute butt. After watching him struggle for a few more seconds, Asher hopped over the counter. "Looks like the front is just as cute as the back." Asher said with a flirtatious smile. "Do you need any help?" He held out his arms so he could help him up.

[Bobby Castellano]

He had been helping the front desk alphabetise their contact Rolodex when someone suddenly popped into his line of sight. "Holy fuck!" Bobby squeaked, accidentally letting go of his hold on the desk and tumbling back on to his butt.

"Oh my God. You do not just sneak up on someone like that!" Bobby whined, rubbing his butt. "You could hurt somebody!" He exclaimed before frowning. "Like me!" He added before standing up and dusting his butt off. "And...no I don't need help." The Australian huffed before turning to face the boy that had startled him.

"Whoa...your hair is so...blue."

[Asher Hayes]

As the Australian boy tumbled forward, Asher sidestepped so he wouldn't land face first in his crotch. It was a little too soon for any face-crotch action for Asher. He apologized for scaring the shit out of him and sarcastically apologized for trying to help him. Though the new student was acting slightly rude, Asher didn't call him out. He could tell he was just surprised and didn't want to seem helpless.

The comment about his hair wasn't anything new. Almost every time he met someone for the first time, they made a similar comment. Whether is was a compliment or a rude remark, Asher didn't care. All that mattered to him was that he liked his hair. Asher never let what other people said about him get to him. "Thanks. I've had it blue for three years now. It was one of the best decisions I've ever made. Wait a minute. Are you Bobby Castellano from YouTube?"

[Bobby Castellano]

Bobby didn't distinguish the different apologies as he spewed out his curses. There wasn't much to distinguish anyway. Besides, he was a lot more focused on the fact that his butt was now pretty sore from the fall and it was entirely the blue-haired boy's fault.

Okay, partly his fault due to the fact that he was not even supposed to be dangling over the front desk.

But still...

"You're a very brave soul." Bobby said, half-genuinely. He narrowed his eyes at the other boy's question. He had only uploaded one video on Youtube. Granted, it now has about 10k views but how was it even possible that of all people he would have bumped into at a place fifty million miles away from his home, it was someone who had watched that stupid video?

He laughed and waved it off like it was nothing. "You must have the wrong guy. I'm too beautiful for Youtube." He played with his hair and made a face as he batted his eyelashes. "But I am. Bobby I mean. What a coincidence." He reached a hand out for a shake.