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Laviticus chewed his lower lip as he stared at the door in front of him silently. What was he doing here? He shouldn't have come. He barely knew Galan and yet, somehow, it made it a little easier knowing this was some perfect stranger he was about to vent all his problems to. When the two boys had exchanged numbers, he hadn't really intended to take Galan up on his offer to come and crash at his place and to talk about his worries. But, now, here Laviticus was, standing alone in the blustery, cool air of the early spring on the front step of Galan's dorm.

Taking a deep breath inward, Laviticus lifted a clawed finger and lightly wrapped on the door. He hoped it was loud enough for the Goblin to hear. Maybe if he was quiet enough the boy would never notice he was there, and the hybrid could flee in to the twilight and escape back home where he could curl up in his room and hide.

On the flip side, Laviticus knew he needed to do this. For himself. For his family. He couldn't spend the next forever spiraling out in to some dark place he didn't know if he'd ever come back from.

He needed to reach out.

Folding his hands in front of himself, the boy waited ...

Laviticus blinked. He had knocked, hadn't he? Where was the voice coming from? Giving a quick glance around he inspected the front door for a bell he should have rung instead or perhaps one of those intercoms you spoke in to. Or perhaps it was one of the ones that you could hear both ways from the other side, so long as you were pressing the 'listen button' from the other side.

Maybe he should try talking.

"Uhm, h-hello ... ?" Lavi pipped up, nervously scratching at his cheek. Gods, he really hoped he wasn't just idiotically talking to himself at someone's door step. "I-it's Laviticus ... I hope I'm not intruding! Is this a bad time?"

Laviticus heard a small click as the ore lock unlatched, allowing him access to the building. Gripping the door handle, Laviticus gave a small yank to pull the door open before slipping inside, making sure the door clicked behind him before venturing forth.

The boy gave a look around. He could see that there was no elevator in the building, He assumed the Academy had to cut costs somewhere, and while he did take the stairs whenever he could, he felt rather bad for the individuals living in the higher up suites who had to lug their laundry up and down several flights of stairs on a regular basis. Or, heaven forbid, those who had to move all their possessions out once they left the Academy for good. The very idea made Laviticus shudder. Not only was he rather waifish, but life beyond the Academy seemed so daunting.

Taking a deep breath, Laviticus finally tackled the stairs. Alright, third floor, third floor ... he repeated to himself as he ascended, his hand sliding along the railing as he climbed. You can do this. Don't freak out ... Galan is really kind and sweet, remember? You're in good hands.

Once at the top of the third set of stairs, Lavi opened the door to the hallway that lead to each of the separate suites. He wandered down the hall that seemed to go on forever, slowly counting up as he seemed to almost glide along, his tendrils flickering shyly. "1376, 1377 ... ah! Here we are!"

Laviticus seemed rather proud of himself that he didn't need to ask for help getting to Galan's place, and raised his hand to knock on the door.

As soon as he did, the door seemed to open almost immediately. Had Galan been waiting for him at the door this whole time? "Oh!" Lavi seemed a little surprised. "Hello~!"

When the goblin smiled, Laviticus couldn't help but smile back as he was invited in, slowly sliding past Galan to give his host enough personal space before truly stepping inside to Galan's apartment-like suite. "Wow~!" Laviticus chimed with an admiring tone. "How spacious and well kept~!"

"Tea would be lovely, thank you!" Laviticus gave a small smile and a little bow of his head before wandering in deeper in to the apartment, settling himself down on one of the cushions that had been laid out.

"Will the space become more crowded then as more people move in? For some reason I thought this place was entirely yours! Though, I suppose that's still true for now, at any rate." Laviticus knit his fingers together, sitting tall as he continued to survey Galan's space.

Someone's space and how they decorated and kept it could always tell you a lot about a person. Was the space meant to be filled? While it was rather large and impressive, it did seem rather lonely and isolated.

"Besides drawing and ... " Laviticus noted the easel. "Ah! Painting, what other kinds of art do you do, Galan? Are you in Arkham as well? You seem like the type who would be."

Laviticus lifted the cup of steaming tea after it was poured and gave a small bob of his head as a 'thank you', looking down at his cup, examining the reflection of the lights around them. He sucked gently and subtly on his lower lip as he listened to Galan speak of his living situation. How did he feel about his own circumstances? His house seemed so full yet at the same time so empty, and his dad Sascha was already trying to bring another child home. It was growing a bit too crowded with drama for Laviticus' tastes.

"I wonder if I'd like living with people I actually enjoyed the company of." Laviticus said thoughtfully. "I've actually been toying with the idea of moving out." He looked up with a hint of apology in his rose coloured eyes, a small, sad smirk curling his plump lips.

"Me? Oh!" Laviticus quickly set his cup down back on the table. "I'm planning to study dance in university ... so I'm trying to take dance for my elective as much as possible!"

Laviticus blinked. He had come to Galan's today to chat and speak and lean on his shoulder, but instead he had gotten so caught up in getting to know the Goblin better ... was he ... was he just asked if he wanted to move in? Laviticus blinked again, his lashes fluttering like the wings of a butterfly as he tried to grasp what had just been said.

No, no. Surely it was just a polite offering, the sort that people made out of kindness rather than actually offering. He should just side-step the commentary for now.

"I ... I actually study ballet. My father was very in to dance. Still is; a different sort, mind you. Dad was very in to belly dancing and other ethnic dances that complimented and emphasized his curvaceous body. His dream was to set up a school to teach others of his race to dance and 'embrace their inner elegance'. While litch are rather strong, they're known for being rather clumsy as an off-set. My dad spent a lot of his younger years perfecting that grace. He shared his passion for dance with me. At first it started out as just ... yunno." Laviticus shrugged easily, smiling privately to himself. "Those sort of silly little dances you do when you think nobody is looking. He was my dance partner I guess. As I got older I enjoyed it so much that I wanted to dance more seriously with him. So he taught me his style ... and encouraged me to find my own. Because of my geist blood, he encouraged me to seek out something that would lead me to my own 'grace'. My dad suggested ballet. He said that my strength from his blood and etherealness from my other dad's blood would suit me well ... so I tried it, and I fell in love."

Lavi looked up, his smiling blossoming on his lips, rather serene in nature. "I would love to have a place as spacious as this with a cute little studio to dance in. It would be a dream come true."

Again, Laviticus found himself blinking, a dainty hand pressed lightly to his chest as he watched Galan rise to his feet and tumble about the space, as if franticly looking for something. It wasn't quite the reaction he had expected, but maybe that was just the Goblin way. If one shared childhood memories ... perhaps it was polite in Goblin society to fumble about in a rush. The nightmare could only wonder to himself silently at the daydream's customs, but as the boy started to tidy his space and wander over to what looked like a collection of music, the hybrid went bright pink in the cheeks and let out a small 'eep' of noise.

"Oh!" Lavi, gasped, his hand that had been resting a bit limply now clutching at his chest. "D-did you want me to dance /now/?" he asked, a little alarmed. He was feeling rather caught off-guard. "Ah, but I haven't prepared anything for you! Had I known ... !" The hybrid lifted his hand and fanned at his face, trying to stop the heat from getting any worse or the blush from spreading across his whole face.

There seemed to be no getting out of this. Galan seemed so sure that Laviticus would perform for him. He didn't see any other options presented to him, and so, quietly, the hybrid set his cup of tea down on the table, feeling a little unsure and put on the spot. It wasn't entirely unpleasant. Galan's eagerness and excitement to see him dance did help ease his self-consciousness. Thus far Galan had been such a wonderful host, and if this was the boy's one request ... could he really deny him that?

Taking in a small, steadying breath, Lavi mentally prepared himself before stepping out in to the open space that Galan had so kindly cleared for him. He listened to the music as he tied his hair more sturdily atop his head, binding it in a tight bun as he waited for a particular cue. This was a song he had performed to many times, so while he was unprepared for the request, at least he had something to show the Goblin. He felt a little bit better knowing that.

Just as the music hit a crescendo, Laviticus began, leaping in to the music with his surprisingly long legs, rather nimble on his feet. He figured, starting from this point, that he could show Galan some of the best he had to offer without having to dance the whole routine.

As he rose on both feet in a releve, he noticed that Galan was drawing. Was Lavi his muse? The goblin seemed so caught up in his work, and the hybrid couldn't help but to smile. But the smile quickly faded as the blush returned to his cheeks, and Laviticus rested in fourth position, eyes growing wide. H-had he just. Called him ... beautiful?

"P-pardon, Galan?" Lavi asked, stammering over his words, nearly squeaking his question.