'Sup, the name's Alfred F. Jones. Apparently I'm part of that 2p thing you faggots keep mentionin'. I still dunno what the fuck that means but whatever. Welcome.

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Feli was a little token back that he accepted his offer. “Oh! Awesome!” He said smiling brightly at him. ‘Then again it was for free drinks.’ He thought. He then unzipped his bag, grabbed a pen, and tore out a piece of paper. “Here, what’s your number so I can call you later?” He said looking back up at him smiling politely. 

Alfred watched the male fiddle with his bag, his shoulders giving a light jolt after the other asked for his phone number. It wasn’t the only thing that got him wary of, mostly with the way he was looking at him. Why was that— despite the rude remarks before— this guy still had a smile across his face? Something about that just doesn’t seem right. No normal person would smile that much.

“Uh, right…” The American finally said, looking down at as he gave out his number. He wasn’t really used to this kind of treatment, actually. He was expecting a fight out of all things but there was something different about this guy. 

… What the hell, drinks are close enough.

“Awesome…” He said while scribbling down his number. He then put everything back in his bag and zipped it up. He stopped and then looked in the other man’s eyes. “Oh! Silly me! I haven’t even given you my name!” He laughed and smiled, turned his head to one side. “Feliciano. Feliciano Vargas.” He straighten his head. “May I know your’s?” He smiled, his heart rate increasing.

‘Gosh, I’m oddly scared by this guy.’ He thought. ‘It’s like a risk to be around him. I’m like worried that he’ll snap at me if I even so slightly offend him. Then again. He probably has his reasons to be as he is. I shouldn’t be judging…. “Be nice to all that you meet because they are fighting a hard battle too” ….. Yeah…. I definatly wont forget hearing that one.’ 

His ruby eyes stared hard at the strange man. He could tell he was anxious, even behind that grin of his. “Alfred… Alfred F. Jones.” he started. A corner of his mouth curling up to a small, crooked smile, but he thought Feliciano was crazy for not running away from him if he was so terrified.


February 29, 2012 // 10 notes
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    His ruby eyes stared hard at the strange man. He could tell he was anxious, even behind that grin of his. “Alfred…...
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    “Awesome…” He said while scribbling down his number. He then put everything back in his bag and zipped it up. He stopped...
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