Gravity Falls [Open] ●

[Luke Indigo]

Books clasped under both arms, Luke half walked – half jogged through the hallway of the University towards the lab. Morning classes were done for him, but unlike many underclassmen, he was not just plagued just by morning classes and the weekly labs of some sciences but also the work of independent projects he shouldered under the guidance of various professors. While some might have scorned the extra work and extra stress, Luke surprisingly relished it more than anything else there in the school. It gave a sense of purpose to him that he felt he wouldn’t have otherwise, and thus whereas some would drag their feet to work after a stream of difficult classes, he was always storming down the hallway towards his beloved projects.

Turning quickly down one hallway and then the next, Luke paused only briefly to fix his clasp on the large textbooks he had with him before continuing on past and through scores of other students. “Out of my way,” his words came sharply as he passed, and though there were some sharper rebukes from other students about him watching where he was going rather than telling them to move, Luke perpetually ignored them as he went. They were in the way; it was as simple as that. Jogging a little faster as he turned down another hallway, he dodged yet another set of students rather skillfully- only to be tripped by something just as he got to the end of the hallway and sent crashing into something- or someone, perhaps. Landing forwards rather than being forced back, Luke flinched, a sharp ‘atch’ sound escaping from him before he recoiled backwards into a seated position. “Watch where you’re going!” he snapped out rather quickly thereafter.

[Eaden Mitchell]

Eaden spent the better part of his day attending classes. Or sleeping through them depending on the class. It wasn't that he was without intelligence, it was just that he didn't have the energy to put forth a whole lot of it toward something he wasn't interested in, like math. Eaden was so casual about most everything he did, from walking to his classes, to studying. Though he always put in a little more effort when it came to the courses that he felt helped him toward his goals for graduating. While he would have wanted to be focused on swimming he knew the chances of that getting him anywhere compared to the major he had chosen were much smaller. So he put his own dream in the back burner for financial stability. Just like his parents would have wanted.

Eaden was hardly bothered by the shouting in the halls. He was used to it really. Whether it was some girl yelling and giggling with her friends or another male trying to 'holler' at them to get their numbers. It didn't bother him because he just didn't care. He knew where he was going and he just had to get there. Eaden was carrying one of his projects with him on this particular day so he was taking extra care in avoiding other students, but all of that came crumbling down along with his cake as he was slammed into by another student the moment he'd looked down to check on it. the cover of the cake tray spun off somewhere else in the hallway and the cake went every which way but on the tray it was supposed to be on, only for the bottom of the try to roll just near him, and he was covered in the strawberry-chocolate cake. It ras ridiculous really.

Eaden was in shock at first, knocked completely over by the impact, and having another person's body against his own kind of did that to a someone; not to mention the cake. When it dawned on him the situation he was in his face gained some color, but more so his eyes locked on the figure that was now skittering to sit back in his own space. Cake clung to his clothing and bits of it were in his hair and and on his colored cheek. Surprisingly he didn't immediately go into shouting angrily over his ruined project or the blame passed on him. "A-h? S-sorry. I suppose I should have." though he paused as those leafy eyes held their gaze on that man. "You should watch where you're going too though." he stated in a lazy sort of tone. Sitting upright more so rather than propped the way he had been on his own arms. He began to pick up the books scattered and used his undershirt to wipe the cake carefully off their covers. "This is a sticky situation." he murmured toward the other male.

[Luke Indigo]

As they always did, a flood of emotions exploded past the threshold of Luke’s mind as he sat there now covered in cake. Aggression, embarrassment, and pent up rage were boiling over onto his features making them as hot as his vibrant hair color. The snapped out words did nothing to cool any of these feelings but were rather a brief utterance of them, the undercurrents much stronger and more hostile. Even if it was his fault, Luke wouldn’t have believed it right then and there. He was getting to lab! That was more important than anything this person before him could ever hope to come up with excuse wise!

Glaring at the other boy disdainfully, Luke didn’t need to look down to know he was covered in some mush of some sort. His nose argued it was chocolate something at least, but – aoskdjalksdjalsd. As his brain caught up with the mass possibilities, Luke’s head darted around. His papers his books his belongings! Ruined! They were going to be ruined by this stuff! Even as the apology hit his ears, Luke was no longer paying attention to the other young man. Fumbling with the books that had been scattered as quickly as the cake had been, he rushed to wipe off the covers of some before stacking them neatly. Others were too cake coated- which only irritated him more. Before Luke knew it, he was grinding his teeth subtly. His dentist would probably be angry.

“My books, my papers…” he growled softly every so often glancing up to the other boy with an irritable look. “You are so lucky I wasn’t carrying my thesis!” he snapped out. Even if Luke had multiple electronic copies, he would still have probably resorted to shouting at that point. The pun didn’t help either. Ugh puns. That was the last thing he needed. That was the last thing anyone needed. Stupid puns. Stupid Dad.

[Eaden Mitchell]

Eaden really hadn't meant to upset anyone, or to run into anyone for that matter, but it had happened. There he was on the floor covered in what used to be a pretty damn good cake. Something he'd been proud of just a few minutes before. It had been easy to make, but it was still something he'd put actual effort into and that was saying a lot for him. Though seeing this man with such vibrant hair before him, all covered in cake and seemingly upset about it, made a wave of guilt hit Eaden rather hard. He really should have been watching where he was going, but saying that wasn't going to fix this.

The glare had his face coloring as his expression drew immediately apologetic. His hand raising nearly gripping at his own ear out of the habit he used to have of pulling on it when he was nervous, but he hesitated. Remembering that his insignia had found it's way there. Instead eaden had moved to help pick up some of those papers and books. Trying his best to wipe one of the books off, but only making more of a mess given his clothing's state as he used his shirt to try to wipe it off. "I'm sorry this happened, but my project was ruined too y-y'know." he murmured slightly.

The snapped tone of the other man had him jolting quite a bit and he looked almost scared for a the duration of those words, but he gave a somewhat awkward expression. he wasn't sure whether to yell back at the man or break into tears. he really hadn't meant to upset anyone. Luckily for him he was spared those tears when that passive of his skittered from around the nearby corner. Trotting, more or less, his way over to the mess. "You could always lick it off -BEEEEHHHH that's what i'd do -BEEEHHHH In that instant Eaden's mind wandered over the suggestion for a moment before he laughed awkwardly elbowing at the sheep's head as if he were trying to make it disappear somehow. "A-ha ha you're so funny." he stated aloud.

[Luke Indigo]

Luke grit his teeth as he continued to take extensive care to return things to order. While not quite OCD, the young man certainly didn’t enjoy having his things tossed and cake encrusted either! A sharper frown creased Luke’s features as a small rebuttal was made. So this was some project or something? A huff brushed passed pursed lips as Luke met the other man’s gaze harshly. For the briefest of moments, a whiff of thought brushed Luke’s receptive mind before his eyes darted away breaking the very brief connection. He didn’t want inside this guy’s head. He wanted to yell at him!

This would be cut off, however, when the sheep came around the corner and -… A familiar. Luke intrinsically assumed this for if any normal sheep were talking to him, he would have to assess that he was either losing sanity or dreaming. Biting back a perturbed laugh at the obscurity of the creature and its suggestion, Luke scowled and gave a sharp shake of head. “And have bacteria and viruses on the surface make me sick?” he almost demanded back with a small huff of disdain.

Just then, however, a squeak echoed in Luke’s ears and he sighed unhappily was a small white mouse precipitated onto his shoulder. “Or you could remember that all your information is saved on the computer in the lab anyways” she squeaked out a high pitched reminder that even Eaden could probably hear. Luke scowled sideways at her clearly irritated that she would dare get in his business at all. However, Alpha just gave a mousy sort of smile and rather quickly scurried off his shoulder and down his arm.

[Eaden Mitchell]

Eaden watched Luke closely as he gathered his things, but more so the way that he looked at him in that brief moment had met. He was almost...cute? Like an angry rabbit flailing it's arms around. yes, that was the first thought that came to his mind and Eaden suffocated the urge to laugh aloud over it. Though the appearance of skittles wasn't helping with anything. he could have told anyone that from the start.

He wanted to punt that sheep into a janitor closet for showing his face in the first place, but he was doing best to hold himself together after those comments and ideas in his head. At least they didn't last long with the statement that lept from the hot-head's mouth at that point. "My mouth isn't that dirty...and being to clean keeps you from building defenses to fight off the illness anyway doesn't it?" he murmured though his face reddened again. His hands waving before him. "N-Not that I was considering it ! I'm just sayin'" he stated though he cast a green-eye'd glare toward the sheep who just laughed a rather sheepish laugh.

"Ah? you do? thank goodness, that takes care of one problem at least, but my cake is doomed. " he murmured slightly before realizing that it hadn't been this man before him that had spoken in such a voice. He leaned toward him then with a sudden curiousity peeked as he followed the sight of the mouse. "Ah. Isn't that a cute one. Oh here." he stated as he offered the book he'd been wiping off over. "I couldn't get it all off though..." he admitted.

[Luke Indigo]

Luke was both disgusted and boiling again, a strange and unsafe combination to say the very least. “It also keeps you from getting those illnesses in the first place,” he frowned dramatically disgusted. “Just because you have an immune system doesn’t mean you need to wreck it.” A small dissatisfied ‘hmph’ escaped from Luke thereafter, more like a breath of air than a tone. The assurance that the dark haired man before him wasn’t going to lick his belongings was a bit more soothing than Luke would admit it to being, but he didn’t show it well. His features were still scrunched, and he still carried irritation in his veins.

Luke mentally wanted to punt Alpha when she had appeared right then and there. However, the mouse had already escaped Luke by then rather quickly trailing down him to run across and up to the sheep staring for a moment before glancing sideways at the dark haired man. Sitting back on her haunches, she gave a few thoughtful squeaks while Luke simmered as he took the last book. Ugh it’s going to stain… he mentally groaned. “She’s a nuisance,” he grumbled under his breath glaring at the mouse. She seemed roughly unfazed by the stare and instead went bounding closer to Eaden thereafter. Pawing the man’s leg briefly, she made to climb him thereafter. “Alpha!” Luke hissed. “Enough.” The mouse wasn’t listening, however, and was instead nibbling at some cake she’d found attached to the pants.

[Eaden Mitchell]

"It is impossible to avoid all illness in this world. Especially if you go into public spaces. Right now you're probably sitting on more germs than you would get from my mouth b---why am I arguing this?" he murmured with a bit of color staining his cheeks. His hand rose to tug at the opposite earlobe instead of the one with his insignia. That 'hmph' that left the other man caused him to smile faintly despite himself though he did find himself looking away for a moment int heir conversation. It was a short lived look away as his gaze had returned right back to Luke when he'd heard that voice not belonging to him.

Skittles stared at the mouse for a moment before that upper and bottom lip were moved in opposing directions with a flop of it's tongue and a loud 'beeeeeeeh' was given toward the small mouse. It was so rare that Skittles was larger than anyone that the sheep was practically puffing it's puff proudly. The pawing at his leg had Eaden's gaze turning toward the small creature as it climbed onto his leg. He pressed his lips together a little tighter as he tried to convince himself it didn't tickle at all,though it did, but the yell of the other man toward the mouse had him jolting a bit. "It's alright. The cake was going to waste anyway at least someone gets to taste it. how is it?" he asked the mouse.

[Luke Indigo]

A single blue eye leered at Eaden daring him to say any more. Had his bangs been away from Luke’s right eye, its golden coloring would have been obvious as well. Though Luke avoided direct eye contact with Eaden least he receive unwanted thoughts accidentally, it was clear his anger was fixated. Though his intensity lessened a little with the waters of a sense of calm, Luke wasn’t willing to hide his contempt. Why he didn’t just pick up his belongings and leave was beyond Luke now. He wanted to be angry, wanted to snap more if at all possible. He wanted to chew this boy out for not only bumping into him but then trying to justify himself for it.

The ‘beh’ caused Luke’s muscles to tense unintentionally, and he shivered after the fact. If he hadn’t been sure the strange creature was some sort of familiar, Luke would have taken the moment to chew out the young man whose name he still didn’t know for having a farm animal in the school. Instead, he forced his attention back to Alpha who seemed in her own world right then and there. Ugh stupid mouse! Why did they even have these creatures following them around again? Luke had already considered experimenting on Alpha before- even if her solemn expression always won out in the end. It was hard to hurt something like that whether Luke wanted to admit it or not.

Glancing up at Eaden, the mouse gave an uncharacteristically human smile before giving a small nod and continuing to climb up the young man as if in search of more. Luke huffed displeased at the ‘ok’ that was given. Forcing himself up completely, Luke frowned. “The cake is a lie anyways,” he huffed.

[Eaden Mitchell]

Eaden felt the world could have been set on fire by that gaze he'd just been given. Those blue eyes were watched closely by the emeralds that had been set in his own skull. Though it didn't seem like Luke wanted their eyes to meet for long, but Eaden couldn't place why. Nor did he really mind. It was less intimidating when someone didn't look you directly in the eye. It usually meant their confidence wasn't the strongest either and that made Eaden feel less awkward himself. Though at least he hadn't run off just yet.

The shiver wasn't missed, but he wasn't sure what had caused it. His first thought was that the moisture of the cake had lowered the other male's body temperature and he was feeling cold. Though he didn't have his usual coat on so it wouldn't have been usefully to offer him one. He doubted some stranger would want to cuddle for warmth either. Though cuddling did sound nice. The thought alone had him wondering what it'd feel like to cuddle the man in front of him, but he closed his eyes tightly for a moment. Shaking his head for a moment to rid himself of those thoughts before he looked toward the mouse he'd heard that cute little voice of.

Eaden laughed slightly without really meaning to do so. The climbing of the mouse only made him feel a little tickle here and there and he laughed. "Only okay? I will have to do better next time then. " He stated before he looked up toward Luke who was standing again. "The cake is never a lie ! The was true in the end ! Though now what am I going to tell my teacher? " he stated with a sigh. "oh!" he stated as he shifted a bit. "I'm Eaden by the way." He stated offering his hand in greeting toward the other male from where he was. Not really protesting the movement of either familiars as skittles had approached him and slumped against one of his legs at that point.

[Luke Indigo]

The laugh of the other young man caused a grimace to ripple across Luke’s features. He was annoyed and cake covered, a terrible combination though the prior was frequent in of itself. For the briefest of moments, Luke wondered what it tasted like before the redhead shot the thought to the back of his mind and refused to acknowledge it further. He wouldn’t give any kind of gratification!

The lid under Luke’s blue eye twitched at the assurance the cake was never a lie. He considered explaining the game birthed phrase but finally put it aside. Whoever hadn’t heard of it was obvious an idiot! “Oh shut up!” he snapped out exasperatedly. What the boy was going to tell his teacher didn’t matter to Luke. It didn’t matter at all! He didn’t feel guilty! He didn’t! He swore he didn’t! It was his lab notebook that was ruined. That was truly what was tragic! Hmph! “Tell your prof you knocked into me,” he huffed thereafter.

A startled look crossed Luke’s features when the introduction settled in, and for a few seconds, he was frozen. What he had been expecting, Luke didn’t know, but it wasn’t that. Most didn’t take well to his accusatory tone and harshness. Those that didn’t back down and collapse into groveling often departed in a huff. Right then and there, Luke couldn’t remember a time when someone had returned his words in that manner. Grimacing uncertainly, he very briefly raised a hand only to drop it to his side again not taking the gesture held before him. “Luke Indigo,” he huffed out rather sharply thereafter as if perhaps this would make up for his lack of movement.

[Eaden Mitchell]

Eaden smiled toward the other male the best he could despite how embarrassing this situation was. What was he expected to do about this other than laugh it off? Laughing it off made him worry less and most of the time people would laugh too. Even if sometimes it was at him rather than with him. At least people laughing didn't make him feel like he should be intimidated. So far Luke didn't seem that bad.

Though the 'oh shut up!' that came from the other male's lips then had him flinching a bit. A little color staining his cheeks as those emerald eyes stared up toward Luke. In all honesty he wasn't sure how to react to that. Why was he being yelled at to shut up? What had he even said that warranted that? He wasn't being mean was he? Though the suggestion that he tell his teacher he was the one that knocked into Luke made him frown a little. His hand raising to scratch at his cheek with an index finger. "But--you were the one running in the halls...It was both of our fault really? " he stated with a questioning tone more than an informative one.

He didn't like the tension, he had to break it somehow, but introductions were the only thing that he had to do so at that particular moment. The raising of that hand toward his own had his eyes lighting up with a bit of a hopeful look to them. Had it worked? The hand dropped and for a moment he seemed disappointed. It was that name that brought a kind smile back to his lips then. Looking to his own hand, which was still extended, he tried to think of some way to make himself look like less of a loser that had been shot down. So he gave him a thumbs up then and smiled, "Nice to meet you, Luke! " Looking at his own thumbs up he felt embarrassed for himself. He lowered his hand again and looked to the two familiars.

"Well, doesn't this just take the cake." he stated with a small laugh. "Ah...i think we're both late..." he mentioned as he tried to lazily wipe a bit of the cake off his pants leg. 

[Luke Indigo]

Even if it technically was both their faults- and even if technically it was more his fault than Eaden’s, Luke didn’t lower his harsh accusing stare for a moment. Even as another student or two brushed by him rather quickly and unapologetically, his attention didn’t waiver. There was a minor lull in tension after, at least, in which Luke found himself hesitant. It was so much easier just to stay mad, but the introduction had mildly diffused him for this reason. The thumbs up that came after had his face quenching a little before lips pressed into a fine line. “I guess…” he replied awkwardly and much more quietly than intended. It was hard to be calm, friendly almost. Yes, that was what it was.

Fixating on Alpha’s strange movement around Eaden in search of cake, Luke found it was easier to watch him than stare at Eaden- even when his power wasn’t taken into consideration. The cake pun caused lips to press together hard as Luke fought the mixed urges to laugh and deadpan. It was something his father would have said for sure. The thought of being late, however, earned a heavy sigh. “Yes,” he stated simply before stepping forwards abet more awkward than necessary and reaching forwards to try and seize Alpha off Eaden. Instead, she squeaked in protest and went scurrying over the other young man rather quickly. Luke scowled. “Alpha,” he called, but it was clear his mouse had other things to do.