I'll make a man out of you (Jiyong)
Sept 24, 2015 8:15:16 GMT -5
Post by Jacob Tapper on Sept 24, 2015 8:15:16 GMT -5
Jacob Tapper was laying down in the courtyard, basking in the warm sun of the mid-afternoon. It was late September, so this being one of the last warm days for the next several months, Jake - and, judging by the number of other people in the courtyard, many of his peers - wanted to take full advantage. He was wearing a pair of khaki shorts, his red polo shirt discarded on the grass beside him. His sneakers had also been taken off, and with a pair of sunglasses on, it looked more like he was ready for the beach than for autumn in Vermont. It was summer if he said it was.
As it was, the weather was comfortably in the seventies that day, and he wasn't the only one dressed for the occasion. Notably, there were plenty of girls his age - and a few a bit younger - hanging out in the vicinity, gossiping or pretending to study or just laying out. It was shorts weather, maybe the last day like it until April, and Jake was indulging his instinct to check out those around him, particularly the small groups of girls who would occasionally walk by. He'd flash an award-winning smile occasionally, or say hello to someone he knew, but for the most part he just watched.
That said, he wasn't there for the girl-gazing. At least, not only for that reason. Little Jiyong would be joining him shortly. They were friends, sort of - they'd developed this kind of unexpected big bro-little bro dynamic, where Jiyong was kind of cute and Jake occasionally fed him. A party-sized bag of cheetos and few cans of soda* attested to the fact that he was expecting company. It was kind of nice having someone he could just be himself around, and who made him look more buff and masculine simply by association. Everyone had their use to Jake.
For now, the brunet was laying quietly in the grass, a notebook and pencil resting on his torso, going unused for the time being. He'd been jotting some notes for a story he wanted to write based on a vision he'd had earlier that week, but it wasn't coming together as well as he'd have liked. It rarely did; his visions were always better as he saw them, than as he wrote them down later.
((*I see Jiyong doesn't like "greasy American food," so if you'd rather it be something else feel free to just change it!))
As it was, the weather was comfortably in the seventies that day, and he wasn't the only one dressed for the occasion. Notably, there were plenty of girls his age - and a few a bit younger - hanging out in the vicinity, gossiping or pretending to study or just laying out. It was shorts weather, maybe the last day like it until April, and Jake was indulging his instinct to check out those around him, particularly the small groups of girls who would occasionally walk by. He'd flash an award-winning smile occasionally, or say hello to someone he knew, but for the most part he just watched.
That said, he wasn't there for the girl-gazing. At least, not only for that reason. Little Jiyong would be joining him shortly. They were friends, sort of - they'd developed this kind of unexpected big bro-little bro dynamic, where Jiyong was kind of cute and Jake occasionally fed him. A party-sized bag of cheetos and few cans of soda* attested to the fact that he was expecting company. It was kind of nice having someone he could just be himself around, and who made him look more buff and masculine simply by association. Everyone had their use to Jake.
For now, the brunet was laying quietly in the grass, a notebook and pencil resting on his torso, going unused for the time being. He'd been jotting some notes for a story he wanted to write based on a vision he'd had earlier that week, but it wasn't coming together as well as he'd have liked. It rarely did; his visions were always better as he saw them, than as he wrote them down later.
((*I see Jiyong doesn't like "greasy American food," so if you'd rather it be something else feel free to just change it!))