Bunny's Angel (Fancy)
Jan 31, 2016 15:38:46 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jan 31, 2016 15:38:46 GMT -5
Fancy was too enjoying the conversation, so it wasn’t likely that he was going to tell Devyn to leave anytime soon. He hadn’t had many chances to get to know his roommates either, at least nothing past a simple ‘hello’ and ‘what are you doing today?” or “Did you do the homework from yesterday?’. Such was their relationship. Friendly, but very casual. Fancy wouldn’t mind being closer to them…though there were still parts of himself that he was unlikely to bring up no matter how close they became.
Such as his family…
“That’s fine,” he said with a small wave. “Take your time, I understand.” Fancy didn’t suspect a thing about who it was Devyn was really texting. He didn’t have any reason to.
“Oh, did he? That’s pretty neat!” he exclaimed, genuinely thinking it was nice to be able to introduce your friends to one another, and meet new people that way. However, Fancy winced when Devyn brought up his distaste for sugary things. “I don’t know….well…hate is just such a strong word, I really hate saying it like that.” He hated saying the word hate, Fancy didn’t even notice that irony. “I’m sure they’re delicious….I wish I could enjoy them like everyone else…” But he couldn’t help what his tastebuds told him, or what foods triggered a nauseous response in him.
“Ah,” he said in realization. “That makes me think that maybe I should have asked for her number after all when we met.” Fancy shrugged and scratched his head with a nervous laugh. “I thought that it might be too forward of me to ask though.” He meant it in a friendly sense, not as one who was pursuing. She had a boyfriend, after all.
“If you say so,” he said, rolling his eyes. As long as he didn’t have to go into the real reasons, Devyn could think whatever he wanted, honestly. “I’ll make sure you don’t ever see me munching on my secret stash of M&Ms then. I wouldn’t want my secret to get out, right?” He laughed again, then shook his head. “Yeah, actually, your more likely to see me munching on a bag of chex mix or trail mix…though that does have M&Ms in it. A little bit’s fine, to be honest, but anything too rich or in large quantities tends to make me yak.” He didn’t like admitting it, because he knew that pastries were very popular with kids his age, but…well, he just couldn’t help it. Fancy blamed his parents for that.
Such as his family…
“That’s fine,” he said with a small wave. “Take your time, I understand.” Fancy didn’t suspect a thing about who it was Devyn was really texting. He didn’t have any reason to.
“Oh, did he? That’s pretty neat!” he exclaimed, genuinely thinking it was nice to be able to introduce your friends to one another, and meet new people that way. However, Fancy winced when Devyn brought up his distaste for sugary things. “I don’t know….well…hate is just such a strong word, I really hate saying it like that.” He hated saying the word hate, Fancy didn’t even notice that irony. “I’m sure they’re delicious….I wish I could enjoy them like everyone else…” But he couldn’t help what his tastebuds told him, or what foods triggered a nauseous response in him.
“Ah,” he said in realization. “That makes me think that maybe I should have asked for her number after all when we met.” Fancy shrugged and scratched his head with a nervous laugh. “I thought that it might be too forward of me to ask though.” He meant it in a friendly sense, not as one who was pursuing. She had a boyfriend, after all.
“If you say so,” he said, rolling his eyes. As long as he didn’t have to go into the real reasons, Devyn could think whatever he wanted, honestly. “I’ll make sure you don’t ever see me munching on my secret stash of M&Ms then. I wouldn’t want my secret to get out, right?” He laughed again, then shook his head. “Yeah, actually, your more likely to see me munching on a bag of chex mix or trail mix…though that does have M&Ms in it. A little bit’s fine, to be honest, but anything too rich or in large quantities tends to make me yak.” He didn’t like admitting it, because he knew that pastries were very popular with kids his age, but…well, he just couldn’t help it. Fancy blamed his parents for that.