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▁ ▂ ▃ ▄ ▅ ▆ ▇ Camil 'Rye' Falkov Dragonkin
❛Sometimes you have to give up, not because you didn't try to move mountains to be with someone.
You give up because they didn't try to move mountains to be with you.
They settled for their life and the people in it, even when it isn't what they really want.
You weren't meant to live a lie.
Hold your head high and know that you won't ever settle for that misery.

Let go.❜
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○I'm feeling indifferent and tensed.
●I'm speaking to Casey at the moment.
○I'm currently wearing the usual.
●I have $190 on me and $800 stashed in the bank.
○I currently have feelings for no one.

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When Casey mentioned that it was fine, that he didn't have to worry about it, Camil heaved a small sigh of relief, though it was still quite an embarrassing situation for him. Who mistakes a book store for a library?! Camil cringed, to which he eventually took the book back. This was one of the books from the library, and Camil would hold the music book on against his side, pretending that nothing has happened at all. "N-No! I- um.. I'm keeping it- I-I- um.. I thought I had to return it..?" Camil shook his head, deciding to drop the subject. Has the medication screwed up his mind, too? He frowned, though when his gaze met with Casey's kind smile, he could feel his cheeks heat up once more. Camil looked upwards instead, his cheeks lighting up like red christmas lights.

He still felt a tad awkward, a little unsure of how to react. He had no other purpose here other than to return a book, to which he thought was the library. Perhaps it was time to leave? Camil twiddled his fingers as he pondered. Just a little while longer, maybe he could linger around for just a while longer. There's no harm done, right?

"It's been a while.. Y-You sort of d-disappeared.. I didn't know if I s-should contact you-" he stuttered, and eventually pausing in his sentence altogether. His gaze flicked upwards, golden orbs meeting a pair of light coloured eyes. He remembered Casey mentioning that they were blue.. his eyes.

"You look horrible." he blurted out with absolutely no shame at all. It was the truth, and Camil felt the need to say it. "Are you.. okay?"

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▁ ▂ ▃ ▄ ▅ ▆ ▇ Camil 'Rye' Falkov Dragonkin
❛Sometimes you have to give up, not because you didn't try to move mountains to be with someone.
You give up because they didn't try to move mountains to be with you.
They settled for their life and the people in it, even when it isn't what they really want.
You weren't meant to live a lie.
Hold your head high and know that you won't ever settle for that misery.

Let go.❜
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○I'm feeling indifferent and tensed.
●I'm speaking to Casey at the moment.
○I'm currently wearing the usual.
●I have $190 on me and $800 stashed in the bank.
○I currently have feelings for no one.

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Casey would sip on his coffee while Camil lingered around. His gaze would scan the establishment, and he’d seem a little intrigued at the sight of fictional books. Love novels were something he stayed away from. He never understood the meaning of love, how it was supposed to feel. How they spoke of the colour of the eyes, how they spoke of the sound of their voice. Those were things Camil did not understand, he could never understand. He tore his gaze away, eventually falling upon books that spoke of self healing, books that spoke of different types of perspectives. He walked towards one of the shelf, pulling a book that talked about the world of people who could not hear, could not see. He didn’t bother reading the sypnosis. All he did was stand there, and stare at the book, stare at the cover.

When he detected movement in the corner of his eyes, he would direct his gaze to Casey, who had begun to speak once more. Did he feel bad? Camil didn’t mean to make him feel guilty, not in the least. ”N-No.. I thought something happened, that’s all- I-I’m.. glad you’re alright..” Camil downcast his gaze once more, feeling a little guilty for inducing such feelings within him. ”I-.. don’t mean anything bad, really- s-sorry-”

It seems, Casey was well aware of his health, too. What has gotten into him? What happened? But instead of receiving a straight answer, Casey replied with a ‘I’m fine’, followed by how he claimed he was simply sleep deprived. Was he? Camil didn’t know, and he didn’t feel right to make him answer something he didn’t want to. Camil could only take his word for it. ”Really? T-That’s nice to hear..” he answered, a little at loss for words as he slowly set the book back down upon its shelf. When his own well-being was questioned in return, Camil would seem surprised, unsure of how to react, really.

”I was discharged two days ago- it was dreadful, really.” Camil heaved a sigh, seeming quite exhausted from being holed up inside a room. But there was something he was feeling quite blissful of. ”I-I-.. I made a new friend-! She-.. can’t speak but.. but she’s very nice- She even gave me- um.. Valentine’s chocolate..”

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▁ ▂ ▃ ▄ ▅ ▆ ▇ Camil 'Rye' Falkov Dragonkin
❛Sometimes you have to give up, not because you didn't try to move mountains to be with someone.
You give up because they didn't try to move mountains to be with you.
They settled for their life and the people in it, even when it isn't what they really want.
You weren't meant to live a lie.
Hold your head high and know that you won't ever settle for that misery.

Let go.❜
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○I'm feeling indifferent and tensed.
●I'm speaking to Casey at the moment.
○I'm currently wearing the usual.
●I have $190 on me and $800 stashed in the bank.
○I currently have feelings for no one.

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The weather was slowly warming up. Spring had come, when he least expected it. He missed the coldness of the winter, but he felt it was about time the weather changed. The soft fragrance of flowers would fill the streets in a month’s time, and children would return to school after their winter break. Meanwhile, as beautiful as it sounds, time was slowly ticking away from Camil. His gaze flickered to the clock on the wall, and he’d stare as the seconds ticked by. Tick, tock, tick, tock. Time was running out, wasn’t it? When is his next performance? In two months? Three? He couldn’t come out with a piece. Not a single one. His eyes fluttered shut, and his arms fell limply to his side yet eventhough he couldn’t see, he could feel something digging into his flesh. Like a pair of gaze burning into his skin. He tilted his head to the side, his red ombre locks falling slightly past his shoulders. Beneath those dark locks, a pair of golden orbs would shine through, golden gaze shooting directly at the young man who was staring at Camil. Those set of light coloured irises, they always seemed so composed, at the same time, so distant despite the kind expression he wore. Casey was.. distant.

He always has been, hasn’t he? Camil realized that overtime. There was a wall, like Camil, that they refuse to tear down. There was a wall that guarded them, what they so stubbornly assumed, was ‘protecting’ them, when in reality, it was only a restriction. A restriction to grow.

Eventually, Casey directed his gaze away, leaving Camil to think if he didn’t like being stared at. Did he not like it? Did it bother him? Camil didn’t know, and he didn’t bother to ask. He’d simply let it slide, to which eventually, Camil would come to distant himself from the young man once his own self assumed doubts start to pile up. It just wasn’t like him at all to question people’s feelings directly, and perhaps, that was what always led to his downfall. ”Oh- Sor-..” he paused. There he goes again, spouting unnecessary apologies. That was what he was good at to begin with. Apologizing. His golden orbs refrained from looking at the man, focusing on the hands rested upon the counter instead. Why does he feel so distant? Camil didn’t understand. Perhaps it was simply because he felt awkward, a little unsure of what to do, how to react, what to say. Perhaps Camil doubted Casey altogether. He never really believed in anyone to begin with, and even up until now, he still doubted Coralyn despite how hard she tried to reassure him. ”Y-You know-.. I’ll always listen i-if you’re having a h-hard time..” he murmured, still fidgeting about. Perhaps he should get a book. Perhaps he should just head home altogether. He doesn’t know what to do.

In some way, perhaps, being admitted to the hospital wasn’t so horrible after all. If it weren’t for that, he wouldn’t have been able to make himself a new friend. Coralyn. A new name worth remembering. However, it seems, Casey wasn’t too aware that Valentine’s have in fact, passed. ”Y-Yeah-.. It was a week ago.” Camil scratched his cheeks, slowly turning pink at the memory of what happened upon the beach. ”I made her cry when I told her I hated sweets-.. I ate it all in the end- but it tastes horrible- it was.. sweet. But.. At the same time.. I guess it felt nice, receiving a gift-” he answered, not knowing how to properly speak to someone without hurting their feelings. His finger would caress the spot her lips once touched, and he’d shudder ever so slightly. What’s with people kissing him lately. His own sibling has been smothering him with smooches ever since he was discharged. Not that he minded all that much, Rigel has been behaving that way since he was a little boy, but for a girl-.. The last time Camil received a kiss was during university, and he remembered how disgusting it felt, but he supposed he wouldn’t mind if it came to the both of them. Somehow, there were certain people who’ve earned their place in Camil’s heart. ”I met someone playing the harp yesterday- I can’t hear it but-.. It’s really nice- She’s a very talented person.. I know it-” he answered, quite excited over the thought. What was her name again? Melpomene, was it? She was.. blind, but that didn’t stop her from doing what she liked. Camil admired that aspect of her.

Casey eventually apologized for not spending enough time with Camil, and the young man would quickly shake his head. There was no need. It was nice enough, knowing that Casey was fine. ”I-It’s alright, really.. I’m happy enough knowing you’re doing fine-” he answered, feeling a tad flustered than usual. ”I hope.. the past few weeks haven’t been too harsh on you?”

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Though actually, Benjamin was also feeling worried for Casey, but the brunette's company would be enough assurance, for now, at least. Considering that the cashier's mental health was something not to be laughed at, the sales associate may be giving out more tips and a listening ear sometime in the future. But right now, he had to help out the customer who asked for the latest copies of the manga. "Hmmm... I'll see if there was any." He heard that it was still a classic even with the passage of time, the fans being engrossed by it. Ben looked at the shelves to see if there was any stock left, and then at the employee area with stacks of boxes in tow. It took him ten minutes, but he showed up with a slightly crestfallen expression towards the customer. "I regret to inform you that there's no stock left. However, there may be other titles that you may be looking for, like Tokyo Ghoul, Fairy Tail and Nisekoi." That way, the customer may just go for a plan B, or even C, than just walking away empty-handed.

Ansgar Berg

Ansgar smiled and nodded at the blue eyed man when he said he would check for any copies of jojo, so while Ansgar was waiting he began to hum one of the openings to the actual anime. After a couple of minutes the Blue eyed man came back looking rather crestfallen, the man would then tell Ansgar that they had no copies of jojo in stock and although Ansgar was slightly disappointed he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows curiously at the mention of other possible manga titles "Hmmm, I guess I'll take the first issue of each then. Broaden my horizons as they say." Ansgar would then quietly yet quickly search for the manga the stranger had suggested.

[Mood]: Happy, relieved [With]: strangers [Money]:$680 [Wearing]:Brown pants, brown shoes a brown suit jacket and a brown collared shirt [dating]: No one

▁ ▂ ▃ ▄ ▅ ▆ ▇ Camil 'Rye' Falkov Dragonkin
❛Sometimes you have to give up, not because you didn't try to move mountains to be with someone.
You give up because they didn't try to move mountains to be with you.
They settled for their life and the people in it, even when it isn't what they really want.
You weren't meant to live a lie.
Hold your head high and know that you won't ever settle for that misery.

Let go.❜
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○I'm feeling indifferent and tensed.
●I'm speaking to Casey at the moment.
○I'm currently wearing the usual.
●I have $190 on me and $800 stashed in the bank.
○I currently have feelings for no one.

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“Thank you Camil I really appreciate it. I hope you know the same goes from me to you.”

Right, of course. He tore his gaze away, letting it fall upon his dress shoes instead. Casey wouldn't speak of what was on his mind, and Camil wouldn't mind at all, though he'd feel a little bitter how his friend brushed off the topic so easily. Was Camil unreliable? No. That probably wasn't it. Casey wasn't obliged to tell him everything anyway. "Ah-.. T-Thanks.." and with that, the musician felt himself retreating back into his shell even more, shutting himself away. He wouldn't reach out if the other would not accept it. There was no need to embarrass himself, no need to worry over someone who was fine. Yet there was something about Casey that would make the young man worry.

Cute, he says? Camil shook his head. It was more annoying and troublesome than 'cute'. Sweets tasted horrible to Camil, no matter how delicious it may be. He hated the idea of sweets and desserts, how it tasted so.. sugary. The young man would cringe upon remembering the sweetness of the milk chocolate that lingered upon his tongue. He had no water at that time, and it was no surprise he ended up with a sore throat the next day. He did gobble everything down under five minutes. "Nice?" he lifted his hand while he pointed his index finger at himself. He was a nice person? Camil couldn't tell if it was sarcasm, or if Casey truly meant what he said. "No.. I don't think I'm nice. I keep making people cry-" his lips curved into a frown as he rubbed the back of his neck. How many times has that been? Two? Three? And for it to be the same person.. Camil heaved a exasperated sigh, finding it quite frustrating to remember, though he was grateful Casey thought that way of him. It was nice for a change. "But- I-I'm glad you think that way-"

"Why are you so stone cold?"
"You're so apathetic."

“You're a really nice person Camil.” those words repeated themselves over and over again within his mind, which eventually melted that cold exterior of his as a faint smile finally broke through. Barely visible, though.

The atmosphere fell silent, and Camil would feel the slight tension weighing down upon his shoulders. Something felt 'off', a little dark, to be honest, and he didn't understand what exactly was the reason behind that feeling. Camil wasn't good at handling feelings, and it would be nearly impossible for him to detect the slight change in Casey's demeanor, the bitterness he felt. He wasn't even aware that his friend hadn't paid attention to what he had been saying at first. Perhaps.. ignorance is bliss, after all. "H-Huh?" he paused, seeming a tad surprised. "N-No- I mean.. I don't know. Maybe I'm just lucky? I mean.. I came across you, too?" he shrugged, unaware that he had spouted something utterly unnecessary. Camil was never honest with his thoughts, yet he would speak of it every time he was unaware.

Perhaps, life just makes you come across people you needed to meet, people that would teach you a lesson in your life. That was what Camil always believed, that everyone served a purpose. The good and the bad. His golden orbs drifted back towards Casey, noticing the smile that tugged the corner of his lips. He liked that better, when he was smiling. Camil almost couldn't realize the horrible complexion he had. At least this week hasn't been horrible so far, that was nice to know. Everything fell silent once more, but it was the sort of quietness that was comfortable. After a long while of standing still, the young musician finally took a small step towards Casey, and he'd rest his elbows upon the counter. Long ombre locks fell past his shoulders, his fringe covering a portion of his eyes. He should really get going, get started on his musical piece, yet for some reason, Camil felt that he wanted to stick around.

“Seems like you’re quite the womanizer now, I hope your using all that stuff I taught you about star, sure you could impress a lot of people with that.”

Womanizer? Camil didn't think so. Sure, he had been approached during the days he was still a university student, but now..? No. He didn't think so. He didn't realize it, to be precise. Camil was never really aware when it came to.. those. "Why would I do that? Why would I want to impress people I'm not interested in?" Camil didn't like that idea, of impressing people without an aim. What was it for? To receive attention? To be complimented? Camil furrowed his eyebrows, obviously confused at the suggestion he had received. "I think about you when I look at stars- You're the one who taught me, after all-" he answered, and there he goes again, saying something strange.

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The mother thanked Ben for the directions and she left the establishment with the baby in tow, close to falling asleep. However, the customer may be having a hard time with the last item that he needed to pick to finish the order, so the blond had to help out. It turned out that the elusive item, the first volume of Nisekoi, was returned back to the shelf in the opposite direction by a careless client who just left in a hurry. He picked up the copy and approached the half-giant, handing over the item to him. "This may be the one you are looking for, I believe. Some clients can be careless in returning their wares."