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 Posted: Wed Dec 16, 2009 5:49 pm
Ah, a fine handshake! There was some hope yet! He chuckled again before pointing out the vague flaw in logic. "Just because a girl happens to cut herself night after night does not make it fine. So just because you injure yourself frequently does not mean it is necessarily fine either." He tilted his head slightly before responding the stuttering questions.
"Mr. Brecht, I do not want to sound cruel, but I would like to point out you are beginning to sound much like a broken record." He smiled as he casually addressed the question which he had interpreted. "I do not hide my script. Should someone make fun of it, then it will be what it will be. I am quite adjusted to teasing, even if most of the rumors spread about me tend to be false."
His eyelids fell to partially cover his teal eyes, but they still remained politely upon Alexis' gentle blue eyes. This was a frequent question he got. No matter how polite the question was, it still tended to ask the same thing. Howl was so adjusted to being asked about his sexuality that it really was no fuss for him to answer it anymore. He had learned at a young age that all his attempts to look like a boy were futile. Even with short hair and boyish clothing as a child, he had still been mistaken as a girl. Rather that loathe himself, he had learned to appreciate his fine appearance. Of course, looking like a woman meant you apparently thought like one too. Or at least, that was the conclusion many boys fell to when they saw Howl. Most ignored the fact Howl dressed like the appropriate gender, spoke like the appropriate gender, and even pursued the socially acceptable gender for courting. Howl would be assumed gay everywhere he went until the end of time or until after plastic surgery.
So keeping his eyes so gently upon the other boy's, he uttered softly "Why should I hide when I had nothing to hide to begin with?"
Despite how feminine he appeared, at that moment, Howl almost held an air to him like that of a regal king. And before Alexis knew it, he began to walk down the hallway. There were only so many minutes to pass through the hallway to the next class. If there was one thing Howl did not intend on being, it was being tardy to class.
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Posted: Thu Dec 17, 2009 12:59 pm
Howl's comment was startling in its truth, and for a few good seconds Alexis stared hard at the other boy, blinking only once as he mulled the statement over in his head. Now, it's not like he did this on purpose, so it wasn't anything as serious as say, cutting oneself, but there was still a problem...and something about Howl made him want to fix it. Who was this boy...nay...man. Who was this man to have such an effect on him?
Alexis forced his thoughts to tune back in to the conversation, and at being called a broken record he couldn't help but flush. He really was, wasn't he? But it's not like he could help himself. Well, he could if he wasn't so dazzled and mentally blinded by Howl's audacity and the strength of his character. How could one simply let these things go when the offending parties in question did not?
"Rumors? What sort of rum-" he paused in his question and adjusted his glasses nervously as the answer came to him. He really wished it hadn't. Still, Alexis kept his gaze out of sheer will, and an effort to appear a bit more polite after screaming (and spitting) in Howl's face. the least he could do was make decent eye contact, something that said "hey, I don't believe those rumors at all". And just when he got the nerve to open his mouth to speak, Howl asked him the question he should have asked himself the moment he started hiding his hobby (even if it was in reference to something else entirely).
Why should I hide when I had nothing to hide to begin with. There was nothing shameful about priding oneself in penmanship. In the old times it was even considered a necessary skill. But when letters went out of fashion, so did the way they were written. And as time passed, things that possessed aesthetic value became deemed as feminine and thus, taboo for boys.
Alexis stood dumbfoundedly as he watched Howl walk away to his next class. Sure, he should have been moving too, but he was too star-struck to even push up his sliding glasses. He had never been the type to believe in the supernatural, but somewhere, deep in Alexis' mind, was the honest thought that Howl Wickham was a god (or at least a demigod) sent to this school to make him into a real man. A man's man. And he knew the first thing he had to do: make a calligraphy club.
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