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    OOC: OMG TWINSIES


    Kian was honestly shocked that Dominique didn't leave after that. And he took his hand, Kian couldn't stop blushing. His house was only about 3 houses away now, but he didn't want the moment he was having with Dominique to end. He left himself relax, stepping a little closer to the other male. He didn't do much after that, except for begin thinking up a song, for Dominique of course, in his head. When his house was only two away, he began humming the tune softly to himself, so caught up in his own thoughts that he didn't notice his siblings running at them. Elizabeth and Tristan jumped on him, squealing, ruining his moment, and knocking him over. "HI KIKI" the pair screamed, squeezing him as hard as they could.

    "Sometimes I wonder if I'm really related to you" Kian said with a laugh, gently pushing his siblings off of him. Standing up, he offered a hand to Dominique, still humming. His humming than turned to quiet singing, the words to his song rolling off of his tongue. "I wrote this song for you, couldn't think of nothing else to do to let you know you're the only place my heart wants to go" he sang softly, trailing off when he ran out of lyrics to sing. He started humming the tune again, unaware his siblings had run to get his mother.

    Kian looked up, a little shocked. "Oh! Thanks" he said, blushing. "Elizabeth and Tristan. Those two are hard to handle. Doesn't help that they're twins" he said, laughing nervously. His face was still red from the complement, and the fact that Dominique had heard him singing. "Come on" he added. "My mom is probably waiting to give you your FID"

    Kian giggled. "Well the twins aren't very judgmental. They like almost everyone, being funny does help. My mom is a bit harder, but usually if you complement her food you're good" he said, rubbing the back of his neck, nervously. "My dad...he's not in the picture anymore." he added, shrugging. "Oh and then there's Avery, Reese, and Kit-kat. But they're cats" he giggled, opening the door. He was greeted by all three cats, who tried to run outside, but were blocked by Dominique and Kian.

    Kian smiled, watching Dominique interact with the cats. "They appear cute, but watch out. Avery can be a bit of a brat at times and the other two get very attached to people" he said, giggling. "Since my mom seems to be cooking I might as well show you my room." he added, walking down the hall and opening the door to his room. The walls were freshly painted gray, and he had white carpet. The bed was pushed to one corner, and his desk was next to it. What he forgot to do is put away his songs, sheet music, and guitar, because it was all placed on his bed. "Oops" he whispered, going red again.

    Kian laughed nervously. "Thanks. I've only completed like three songs though" he said, shrugging. He walked over to his guitar and picked it up. "I've been working on a new one though"he added, strumming the same tune he had been humming earlier. "I wrote this song for you
    Couldn’t think of nothing else to do
    To let you know
    You’re the only place my heart wants to go
    And if you think
    That maybe I’ve just had too much to drink
    You wouldn’t be wrong
    But I would still write this song
    Yeah I would still write you a song" he sang softly, adding a few verses to what he had been singing earlier. He could hear his family talking in the kitchen, but chose to ignore it.


    OOC: This is an actual song :) https://jakeftmagic.bandcamp.c…-most-awful-lovesong-demo

    OOC: Isn't it! The actual writer wrote it for his boyfriend so I thought it fit :)


    "Thanks" Kian said with a smile. "I-I wrote it for you" he added, looking down and blushing. "It's not done yet though" he said, placing the guitar back on the bed. "BOYS DINNER" his mom called from the dining room, to which the twins started screaming excitedly. "Come on then. It smells like macaroni and cheese, and it is literally my FAVORITE" Kian said excitedly.


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    [justify]Connor looked up when his name was called. "W-what?" he asked, looking around. He looked around for the boy who had began called before him. Robin he thought, pin-pointing the blonde out of the class. He was seated in the front, and appeared just as confused as Connor. He didn't want to get caught staring, so after letting his gaze linger on Robin for a few moments he looked down, mindlessly fiddling with his ball-point pen.[/justify]

    Done!



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    (( NICKNAME )) Con, Con da Bon, Connie
    (( DATE OF BIRTH )) April 27
    (( AGE )) 18
    (( GENDER )) Male
    (( ORIENTATION )) Homosexual

    (( WRITTEN DESCRIPTION ))
    Kian stands at 5'4 and even then is very skinny for his weight. He usually manages to hid his skinniness with slightly baggy tops, but even then you can really tell. Besides his weight, his face seems to be the most noticeable feature. His eyes are a darker hazel, and tend to darken to a black in the dark. His hair sweeps to one side, and is a nice light brown color. He has a small tattoo. On his left wrist he got an infinity sign, after the death of his dad, brother, and sister.
    (( HEIGHT )) 5'5
    (( WEIGHT )) 125lbs
    (( HAIR COLOR )) Brown
    (( EYE COLOR )) Hazel
    (( SKIN TONE )) Very pale
    (( CLOTHING STYLE )) It depends on the occasion, but he's usually in skinny jeans and an over-sized sweater
    (( BODY MODIFICATION )) His infinity tattoo
    (( EXTRA )) answer


    (( PERSONALITY TRAITS )) Kian is a shy boy, very anti-social. He has a terrible stutter, and a few mental disorders. He has anxiety, anorexia, and PTSD. He tends to avoid other humans, and especially physical contact. He's never had many friends, and doesn't expect that to change. He's a closeted gay, but often gets bullied because people assume. He can be funny if he opens up to someone. He's very poetic, so almost everything he says is either very deep or overly poetic.
    (( LIKES )) -Fruit
    -Cats
    -Colors
    -Reading

    (( DISLIKES )) -Horses
    -Swimming
    -Mean people
    -His nightmares

    (( TALENT(S)/SKILLS )) Songwriting, poem-writing, he plays the guitar, he plays piano, he can kind of sing



    (( HISTORY )) As a baby Kian never really cried, only crying when subjected to pain. He grew up in a nice family, with a mum, dad, and siblings. But unfortunately his perfect home, lifestyle, and family didn't last long. At the age of five his PTSD started, after witnessing his father and siblings get killed in a deadly car crash. He wasn't in the car, but waiting for them to drive over and pick his mum and him up from the store when the Coke-a-Cola semi-truck him them. The damage done to the bodies, which were killed on impact, was horrifying, and after that he could barely stand to hear their names. It was just him and his mother until his mum remarried. His stepdad ended up being a jerk, and had him sent away as soon as he moved into his mother's house.
    (( FROM )) Perth, Australia
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    (( DREAMS )) To be seen as a talented musician, not some little kid, to write songs/perform for a famous singer, to make his mother proud
    (( FEARS )) Open water, small spaces, his stepdad, and not being good enough


    (( RELATIONSHIP STATUS )) Single
    (( CRUSH )) Nope


    (( PLOT IDEAS ))
    (( THEME SONG )) [color=lightgray]Never be alone by Shawn Mendes

    (( OTHER )) [color=lightgray]Hewo :)
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    [justify]Connor would be lying if he said he wasn't surprised when Robin took the seat next to him. "H-hi" he stuttered out, not making eye-contact. He had learned that making eye-contact usually ended up in a punch to the face. "I-I'm Connor" he added, added a few words to his poem. He didn't know if it was a poem anymore though, it sounded like more of a song to him. "So I guess we should get started?" he suggested after a few moments of a tense awkward silence. [/justify]

    "MOM!" Kian complained, hiding his red face with his hands. "This is the third time you've called my friends cute. And spilled PRIVATE conversations" he grumbled, taking his seat at the table. Grabbing his napkin, and pulling out his spare pen, he began writing the words to his new song down, with the corresponding chords. "Hey Dominique. What were you saying before my mom so rudely cut you off by screaming dinner?" he asked, as he wrote down the second verse to the song, which he titled 'World's Most Awful Love Song'.


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    [justify]"Well I'm Irish...so maybe Ireland? Or somewhere else in the U.K?" he suggested, continuing his mindlessly pen fiddling. He took the time to observe Robin more closely. He appeared to be taller, despite the age difference. Yet it wasn't hard to be taller, seeing as Connor only stood at about 5'4. He had blue eyes, but they weren't cold blue, more of a gentle sky-blue. He used his pen-free hand to reach up and fiddle with his glasses, which where fairly new. [/justify]