Cultured Reading

[Ookami]

smiling "saint huh? that nickname fits you perfectly. i'll call you saint cause zachariah is a bit much to say." he wondered when he got the nickname saint, althought it seemed more like a tital on this kid more than a funny nickname. "im not exactly a saint like you, so my name might not come up in the best of contexts, but you gotta believe im a good guy at heart, if not a bit 'impure' so to speak"

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A small giggle left Saint at Ookami’s comments. He was no saint either, in fact to have been punished with the horrid visions, night terrors, and repressed memories that plagued him, he must have done something awful. As much as he tried not to dwell on it that thought never left him. The truth was the nickname was just that, given to him because of his devote religious beliefs. Not for teasing but more to identify him, like calling someone “red” when they have red hair. At least that was the way Saint always thought about. Considering the ‘impure’ comment, he simply tilted his head slightly to his right, smiling gently.

“Nobody is perfect.”

[Ookami]

smiling "i guess so. say, if no ones perfect whats your quirk? some little thing that makes you imperfect and human like me or anyone else? all i seem to see is you being over polite, and i dont count that as a quirk" he said as he messed with his pocket watch again, it had gotten slow, so he figured he'd get the battery replaced soon.

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The question was a difficult one for Saint to answer. He did not want any of his problems or preferences to come out right away, out of fear that these traits would make him an outcast. Sure he wasn’t the most popular guy in school, nor would he ever be most likely, but that did not mean he wanted to be taunted and berated for these things. This left the boy three options, the first being not to answer, second to lie, third to find some trait of his that was a quirk but more acceptable than the others. He smiled meekly while trying to reply.

“I… uh… I’m afraid of… uh… getting below a ninety for a grade. It… uh… makes me have a panic attack. Weird huh?”

[Ookami]

leaning back in his chair "hmmm i see, you sure thats all? if so thats great, if not how bout i tell you things about me that will make you better able to loosen up? the way you hesitated seemed a bit too much for that kind of quirk but i suppose that could be me making a stupid assumtion." he said as he wondered what he would say about himself if saint did end up shoosing to listen to him.

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Quite a quandary for Saint to be in, sure it would be easy enough to just turn down the idea but that might lead Ookami to wonder about what Saint was hiding. There was no way he was going to reveal anything more about himself, at least not this early in the school year. He was far too uncertain about his social standing to do anything of the kind. Thinking about the idea for a moment, and how to reject it, Saint sat there adjusting his reading glasses slightly before answering in a low tone.

“I wouldn’t mind hearing more about you, but do not expect me to share as much. There is far too much that I would prefer to kept hidden.”

[Ookami]

Smiling “I suppose I could tell you about myself. Although it’s not great that you won’t share as much as me, but I can respect and I understand that. Mainly, I don’t care about my standing in this place, I do what I want and take the consequences accordingly. Like…I tend to hide cameras in places people might not find appropriate, I tend to get in fights depending on my mood, although I do what I want and am not really bothered by what I’m doing I still have a guideline I stick by. One guideline would be that I don’t senselessly attack people if they don’t show themselves as any threat or harm. Another is that if something happens to me cause of someone else’s morels I have no problem with that, but I would tend to get them back because that’s what I believe in. and the biggest one I have is that if I’ve made a friend, like you saint, that I will risk life and limb to help them, even if its impossible odds or me ending up being useless.” He said this while taking breaths when he thought it was alright to in this long explanation. And added “oh, and I can do this” he said as his dusty green eyes with a small ring of gold near the pupil was slowly overtaken by the ring and made his eyes a piercing gold color.

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Saint listened to Ookami talk about himself, hoping this would give him some understanding of how the students here acted. Then he could use it as an aid in fitting in, though Ookami seemed to be a bit of an oddball. Hiding cameras in inappropriate places? That seemed like something no one would actually do. Yet, here was a student openly admitting it, how odd. However the part about fighting seemed like it was something that everyone here did at one point or another. He also found the speech about helping his friends, no matter the personal, an admirable trait. Then Ookami’s eyes changed and Saint’s jaw dropped in amazement. How did he do it?! It was… just… wow. Shaking his head, Saint refocused and tried to think of what he could share, just to be polite.

“That’s… wow. Now let’s see… well, I live on the beach, my mother teaches at UCLA… I have a pet penguin. I moved here recently from Brazil, where my mother and I stayed for a while after traveling with her work… and I can’t remember anything from before I was 12… yeah that’s about it.”

[Ookami]

smiling and listening to saint. "a pet penguin? cool, so you cant remember anything before age 12? must have been pretty frightning at first. thats all i realy need to know, but if i hit any sore spots please go easy on me" smiling a bit more at the sore spot remark. "also, no matter the situation, if you need help i'll do my best if im close enough"

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Saint thought about it for a moment, how did having no memories over three years old make him feel? It was… annoying… confusing… disconcerting… relieving. How could one tell? You could only really know what it was like if you knew what those lost memories were. In Saint’s case, he would be better off never remembering what had been suppressed but he wouldn’t know that. Such a tricky situation. Again, Saint had to push the more depressing thoughts aside.

“Yeah… it’s… hard. But thank you for the offer. And if I can help you with any schoolwork feel free to ask.”