you're worth more then GOLD [bxb - open - pafp - semi-advanced to advanced]

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    Shepard's eyes turned to sluts as he looked at Locklyn again, narrowed. They soon returned to normal and he gave a curt nod if his head, "Yeah. I work Mondays after school, Wednesdays after school, and Saturday and Sunday." He gave another lazy mod of his head, just now remembering how much work he really had to do, he didn't get paid much either, but at least nine dollars an hour was a dollar over the average. Plus tipping was always good. "Do you, like, have a job?" Shep questioned curiously as he watched Locklyn, waiting for his reply, fingers still stroking and brushing his pets.[/fancypost]
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    "Ah, weekends too," he commented on as the other stated off his work schedule. Adding another job onto that seemed like a heavy load, and then school displayed ontop of that. "Me, I'm just looking currently for my first job." he stated with a ghost of a smile was on his lips. "What job do you work at," he stated shifting on the couch so he sat crossed legged.

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    Shepard felt his lips purse as he saw the smile that slowly spread across Locklyn's face. "Yeah, f*cking weekends. It feels like the week never ends. Only on holidays. I'm just glad Thanksgiving and sh*t is coming up soon." His head rolled back against the couch for a moment as he groaned, thinking of all the customers he'd have to put up with tomorrow for shitty pay. Hopefully they'd leave a f*cking tip. "Why? I just work at that diner around the corner sort of close to the lake. It's Lott's Diner or whatever." Shep noted as he turned his head to look at the boy beside him again, head still flopped against the back if the sofa. "Where have you been looking? A lot of places here have pretty sh*tty jobs you know. Like, not even paying you reasonably."[/fancypost]
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    "Nothing really, I was just asking," he stated sheepishly down casting his gaze onto he legs. Though soon after he looked up at the other. He got the answer though which in all honestly almost made him laugh at the irony. Being a waiter involved being polite, going along with the customer, having patient, and overall not being a little sh*t. ""I don't know jobs don't involve me staying inside to long." he said thinking back to the few applications and browsing he did. "A life guard in the summer was of them," he claimed. That meant course prior but he completed his swimming lessons.

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    Shepard listened to what Locklyn had to say quietly, until he mentioned being a lifeguard that is. His lips curled back to make a disgusted look on his face as he gave the other a bewildered stare. "How do people even enjoy swimming? The only kinds of water related things I like are probably taking a warm shower." He stated, brown eyes still a bit wide. Shepard realized, many, many times before this people had different interests then him, but he'd never liked water since he was tiny. He guessed it was from that one time his brother threw him into the pool as a baby and he almost drown. He shivered at the thought. He reckoned that was the resin he didn't care much for his older brother either. Huffing, Shepard continued, "It's also disease infested water, seeing as people piss in pools all the f*cking time."[/fancypost]
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    OOC- IPad keeps on deleting my replies, god damnit.


    He snickered slightly as he witnessed the others shocked facial expressions. Of course sometimes he casually thought of these things, put once he was in the water the concerns were disintegrated into the earth. "It's like asking why people like baths, your just swimming in your own filth, but at that moment you don't think about the nitty gritty and technical stuff. It just feels nice so you enjoy it," he shrugged nonchalantly as the other raised the questions. "Plus pools are cleaner then the ocean," he said.

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    Shepard frowned at the other's response, eyebrows knitting together, "I hate the ocean just as much as any other body or form of water. I don't take baths either, because of that reason. It's soaking in your own filth, exactly. Soapy filth water. Disgusting." He shook his head at the thought, but continued, "The only water I like is the kind you drink and water in sinks and showers." He wrapped his arms around his now snoozing ferrets as he rocked forward slightly, leaning his chest onto his knees, practically trapping his ferrets in a dome. [/fancypost]
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    "Swimmings fun once you learn the basics," he stated as the other listed of water that you needed for you daily life. Whatever the deal was the boy seemed so negative. The the only things he remembered the other liking was his ferrets and rain. "Things do you like then," now curious to what the other did mind.

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    Shepard's jaw clenched tightly, lips pressed together as well as his eyebrows in sudden thought from Locklyn's question. What did the boy really like? Well.. A lot of things really.. He just had so much hate-fueled passion that the things he disliked outshined the things he did. He felt himself shift to sit up straight, maybe a bit hunched over, as he shuffled awkwardly. "W-Well I like writing, snow, rain, as long as it doesn't touch me, the internet, uhm-" He was blushing again, embarrassed from thinking of some of his interests he didn't exactly want to say, "Being warm.. Weekends I have off, school breaks.. My pets of course.." He was funding it more and more difficult to name things. He didn't appreciate a lot of things life gave him, because at times he wondered why life even gave him this opportunity to lead a pathetic life like this one. He felt more heat rise to his cheeks, this time in a more embarrassed sort of rage, "W-Well what do you think then?!" He asked fiercely, cheeks still tinged pink.[/fancypost]
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    He found himself slightly as his face started to flush up in a crimson tone. Though he kept quite and listened along to what the other liked, which half were things he didn't. Hearing the other speak u in a somewhat confident voice, but was discredited due to the stutter. "What do I think, that you should get out more and that don't care for half of the things you said," he said with a small snicker near the end.

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    Shepard's eyebrows knitted together. He kept messing up what he was saying today, because if his roleplayer's tiredness at the time she wrote these replies. "I meant like.. What do you like then.." He said this sheepishly, still embarrassed. "Because frankly I don't care what you think about my likes and dislikes. I still think you should mind your own business but you haven't been doing a good job of that have you?" Shepard gave a teasing smirk at his last words, almost, almost giving Locklyn a genuine smile.[/fancypost]
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    OOC- No problem, I Make a butt ton of spelling mistakes. And that's because I'm to lazy to edit.


    "I think your mixing up being nosey and being concern," he chimed back returning a playful grin to the others comment. Though going back to what the other said and how he was fumbling over his words he nodding now understanding. "Anyways what do I like, well cinnamon buns is a big one, just being outside and doing things, reading, playing my guitar, cats, you get the idea," he stated with a shrug. Of there was much more embarrassing things he liked but like hell he was going to say those.

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    Shepard rolled his eyes and scoffed, "Being concerned can fit perfectly well with being nosy. 'Whats wrong' is still butting into someone else's business, even if you are concerned." He stated, laying back against the sofa with a thump, jolting two of his ferrets awake. "Also, no I don't get the idea, seeing as all those things are really different, the main thing relating them being your interest in them." He kept his coffee colored orbs directed at the other, "You also said a lot of my interests were different then yours, which is true, but at the same time a lot of what I said related to what you said."[/fancypost]
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    OOC- I read over my post and mentally face palm at all of the mistakes I manage to type. One of the reasons is that I'm a fast typer.


    "I found being nosey getting into facts that don't matter, were as being concern is asking question that involves someone's well being," he stated. Sure saying what's wrong is butting into someone's business. But overall it's helping out for the greater good or something. "True, I do like the warmth, but I con not stand rainy nor snowy days. Where as I like reading but I don't like writing, getting thoughts and stories on paper always looked wrong to. LA is one of the classes I'm not good in," he stated with a slight shrug and yawn. His mind drifted to what time it was.

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    "Ah, but then why do people ask if someone's okay or not if it's obvious they aren't? It's meaningless and a waste of time." Shepard said with a matter-of-fact tone of voice before blowing out a huff of breath, "And if thoughts and stories on paper looked so wrong why do you read then? And I don't like going outside on rainy or snowy days, I like to stay inside and be warm, just watch the pretty picture outside my home." He crossed his arms snugly over his chest as his ferrets finally laid back to sleep. [/fancypost]
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    "Well what else are you going to say, sure there are many other things but minds usually go 'are you ok,'." he stated, F*ck if he knew he knew he wasn't human behaviorist. Though once hearing what the other said he shook his head slightly. "When I do it, when I write it looks wrong so I don't do it often nor enjoy it. But I like reading other passages and stories. I guess it is weird." he said sheepishly murmuring the last part.

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    "Hm? It's not the first thing my mind usually goes when I see someone hurt or crying. Of course, if I stopped talking right there though you'd say that was because I was cold or heartless." He paused a few moments, like he was examining him with his narrowed eyes, "But I don't know that. You say and do a lot of things that surprise me to be totally honest." Shepard admitted, still looking at the other but now his eyes were back to how they normally were. "And yes, I can confirm that is weird, or your just a really bad writer, or have really bad handwriting." Then the brunette thought for a moment, "But what if you typed something?" He asked, curiosity hinting in his voice.[/fancypost]
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    "I do, I wouldn't have known since these are my normal mannerism. Then again we just met each other." he stated a little surprised that he's been surprising other. In fact Shepard had been surprising him. He didn't even think the other would be willing to talk to him let alone let him in his house. "I printing and handwriting is perfect," he stated, he was confident in his skills, but writing was were it wavered. "I don't know, I'll try," he said. He didn't think it'd work but he'd give it a shot.

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    "Well someone's cocky," He mumbled under his breath, barely audible to himself before he continued like he hadn't said anything, "Well, okay." He said and glanced down to his resting ferrets before looking out the window. It wasn't really getting dark yet or anything, and he assumed it wasn't even close to three yet. He sighed to himself, twisting his body to lay onto back without disturbing his pets that laid on him too much. Shepard gently and cautiously moved his ferrets onto the side of his ribcage before he curled into himself, keeping his legs close to himself so they wouldn't touch the other.[/fancypost]
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    He swore he heard the other utter something under his breathe but he could exactly catch it. Going over his pocket to get his smartphone he glanced over at the time. He could head him yet with out gaining suspicion as why he was home early. He mom came home before school ended whereas his dad came home after. He had five or so minutes before could head back home and meet up with Stacy who'd have his things he left.