A Bump in the Night

[Garrett Andvari]

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The bottom floor of the girls' dorm was quiet. Sorta. Music and soft chatter leaked through most of the doors, but the it was the usual late night, more than one girl in a single area kind of noise. That was very good for everyone involved, because he was tired and had zero interest in barging into one of the room to yell at the girl. The thought of exactly how that sounded made him stop in the middle of the hall and sigh. Why was it that the weirdest things could sound bad with just the slightest effort? Heaving another sigh, he shook his head and continued wandering the halls in his patrol.

This particular job was supposed to go to one of the female teachers, but they had all decided to go out for some sort of "girls' night out" and had used something he said once to bully him into taking the patrol. Dorms were usually uneventful, but it wasn't worth leaving up to chance, so he'd grudgingly agreed. It wasn't all night, anyway. Just until lights out, and then the RA would take care of anything that happened. She wouldn't call him unless it was something she couldn't handle, and there wasn't a terribly high chance of that happening. If he could just hold out for a little while longer...

Andi paused outside a door through which a weird noise was issuing, and didn't start moving again until he had figured out exactly what it was. (A computer game, unless he was very much mistaken.) He wished he didn't feel so worn down, but his classes had been tougher than he was expecting. Control was particularly exhausting. Actually, the exhausting part was the students, who had been running him ragged doing one thing or another. Rufus seemed to take particular pleasure in seeing just how far he could push before something happened. The worst part was, there was something about him that was frustratingly endearing, so "the line" had been pushed back a bit. How had that even happened? Scowling and muttering irritably, he stomped toward the end of the hall, his mind now on his classes and (even though there had been no intention to do so at first) planning new things to do to test the students.

His was so preoccupied by his task that he didn't notice the sounds coming around the corner. When he finally did, he stopped just short of the actual end of the wall, and then carefully peered around at the source.

It was Rufus. For a second, Andi entertained the idea that he had somehow summoned the kid by thinking about him. That wouldn't be such a terrible power...in fact, it could be very useful, if it were applied correctly. But he digressed. Best stop the trouble coming through the window before it got started. He rounded the corner with his arms folded and cleared his throat, "Why is it your coming through a window into the girls' dorms doesn't really surprise me?"



Comments││
Outfit││ Meh
Lyrics││ Fireflies by Owl City
Word Count││ Around 500
Status││ Complete
Credit││ Goes to caitlin_express@CAUTION 2.0<3

[Rufus Lee Bailey]

Parties were a sort of.. essence of freedom. They were wild, uncontrollable, and raw. The booming base became your heart beat as the alcohol overtook your system, and you'd dance. Unaccountable for your actions. The freedom with an excuse. "Why did you break the coffee table," they'd ask. What else could you say but, "I couldn't control myself." The craziness and ecstasy, Rufus breathed it. As a fighter for free will and the power of choice, he'd also fight for the decision to choose fate; to lose control. It was still a choice, and a fun one at that. So as a promoter for said option, Rufus had to throw parties, and he did so beautifully. Ruf's parties were easily labeled legendary. They were also non exclusive, and the teenager would have handed out invitations to all the teachers if he knew they wouldn't shut the fun down. His mind remained open however, and he looked forward to the day when he could throw a party in the teacher's lounge. That day would come eventually.

As the clock ticked past nine, Ruf gathered up a pile of excessively decorated invitations from his bedside table. Every scrap of paper may as well have been puked on by the arts department, but it drew your attention... sorta like Rufus himself. The teen ran a partially glittered hand through his dark hair before heading out of his door. The next half hour was spent slapping the bright invitations onto people's doors, shoving them under the cracks, or simply littering the hallway with a flourish. Ruf whistled to himself and walked with a bounce in his step, though no ear buds touched him. He had his own music, many of which played off what some would consider madness. But Rufus wasn't mad, least not entirely. He was an innovator. And yes, the cartwheel down the hallway was completely necessary, not crazy.

Next stop was the girls dorm. How could Rufus exclude the ladies, all his partying take-your-hair-down ladies? Well he couldn't! Too excited to wait until morning to complete his goal, the seventeen year old hurried out the boys' dormitory and toward the girls'. After a short time of walking... skipping, running, etc. Ruf reached the girl's dormitory. Locked. He flicked a tongue over his bottom lip in thought and stared at the door, brow furrowed. His moment of confusion was short lived however, as his eyes began to drift upwards. Rufus' tongue lingered outside its home as the teen's lips curved upward. The boy continued to smile as he scrambled up to the first story window, then quickly climbed through and tumbled onto the floor. Success! Not even the teacher staring sternly at him could take away Ruf's feeling of accomplishment.

"Evening sir! ... Or is it morning?" Blue eyes glanced down at his watch then back up at the professor, "Nah, guess the phrase would be night sir." Rufus rolled up to his feet, letting a dark lock of hair flop over one eye. There was plenty enough smile in the other to make up for its hidden counterpart. "Why? Well I couldn't use the door, it's locked." A hum sounded from the boy as he happily stuffed another invitation under a nearby door. He may as well have been doing so in front of a friend, not a teacher. And while Andi was here... "Invitation?" Ruf held out an enthusiastically highlighted square of paper toward the professor. Maybe this was his key to the teacher's lounge.

WORDS! 586
TAGS! Andi
NOTES! Least he's wearing clothes...
CREDITS! Haze

[Garrett Andvari]

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Andi really should have expected the sort of answer he got, and part of him wanted to kick himself for not anticipating it. Instead, he just shook his head and massaged the growing headache between his eyes. "Yes, I would say night works best at this particular hour." He peered at his wrist, since it was right there anyway, and had to squash down an enormous sigh. "You could also call it an unreasonable time to be out of your room." This was just his luck - this close to the finish line, he tripped up. No, that wasn't it. This close to the finish line, and Rufus tripped him up. But of all the students in the entire school - and he really meant the entire school - Rufus was probably one of two or three kids that Andi just didn't think he could bring himself to leave alone.

The actual answer to his question made Andi put his face in his hand. Really, now... "I suppose it didn't occur to you that it would be locked for a reason, now did it?" Who was he kidding? That had probably been like hanging a big sign above the door that said "Rufus, please come in." Maybe it was best to just move. "Never mind, stupid question. What are you doing in here?" By the time he had gotten to the answer that was probably the one he should have started with, the tattooed boy had moved off down the hall, shoving something under several doors. Andi couldn't tell what exactly they were, but there was a lot of color and glittery sparkle to them. That couldn't be good. He was trying to figure the easiest way to nick one for a look when Rufus turned suddenly and offered one.

It had to be a trap.

Andi frowned suspiciously at the paper for a moment before accepting it. It was an invitation written in a garish array of sharpie colors that would have done a clown's costume proud. Still wondering what would possess the kid to willing hand over - offer, even - written proof that he had broken the rules, Andi flipped the invitation over and frowned at the information. "Ah, what a shame, I'll be busy that night." The thought of what would happen if he actually showed up for Rufus's part (after heads finished exploding, of course) was enough to make him laugh out loud. So, he might look a little odd laughing for no reason in the middle of the hall, but really... He could just picture himself standing next to the punch bowl (or cooler, or...whatever), the only adult in the room, totally unable to dance, and killing the mood with a professional-like precision. ...On second thought, maybe he should go. His presence might make enough people uncomfortable enough to stop any really stupid behavior.

But how to stop Rufus?

"You do realize I ought to take this invitation to the headmistress, don't you? The headmistress who would, no doubt, have a conniption." Andi stayed with Rufus as he handed out the invitations and wondered absently why none of the girls were investigating. Although, perhaps they were simply too loud themselves - a fact he wouldn't have even thought about contesting under other circumstances. Not that he was complaining, of course; he still didn't want to have to deal with another human being if it could be helped. Particularly because, on top of the headache that was trying desperately to crack open the front of his face, he was really not looking forward to what he had to do. "You can't keep doing this sort of thing, Rufus. Little things can get overlooked, but sneaking into the girls' dorm after-hours is-" he was going to say "probably a suspension", but opted instead to sigh heavily and rub at his forehead. For a second he wished Megan had been the one to catch Rufus, but realized almost right away what a catastrophe that might have been. She probably would have taken the invitation and gone to the party. Heck, she might have volunteered the teacher's lounge. "I can't just ignore it, Rufus." The trouble it would cause if word got out that he had just turned a blind eye would mean - if he were extremely lucky - the worst kind of chewing-out from the headmistress, not to mention the work he'd have to do to make kids listen to him again. "It's got to be a detention or a suspension."




Comments││ Well... I was sure Andi was going to find some way out of having to tell Rufus off. But then he got started.
Outfit││
Lyrics││ Fireflies by Owl City
Word Count││ 750 exactly! Boom.
Status││ Complete!
Credit││ Goes to caitlin_express@CAUTION 2.0<3

[Rufus Lee Bailey]

He slapped another post-it note of an invitation against a door, letting it stick upon impact. He rested his temple against the door and listened to the squealing of girls from within. They were so absorbed in their conversation about... about... well he honestly couldn't understand what they were saying. Hyper girls usually sounded like a mix of giggles and shrieks, all sounds boys sometimes didn't understand. Maybe they were on some frequency only girls could decipher.. like a dog whistle. But drunk girls, now that Rufus understood.

"Unreasonable maybe... but I like to think of it as spontaneous." As the giggling of girls continued on, Rufus' gaze stayed fixed on the professor, an obvious grin still curving his lips. "Convenient too. Those girls will have a bigger chance of finding them in the morning before they get lost in all the bustle. How could I sleep now?" Andi's face palm made a laugh escape from the boy as he happily walked past the professor. Ruf was in some happy delusion, and one fraught with parties.

Rufus vaguely began to consider cartwheeling again before his thoughts were temporarily disrupted by Andi's remark. He snickered and motioned towards the window with a flourish. "And I broke through the window for a reason. I do everything for a reason my good man." The seventeen year old kept his casual air about him as he continued walking. God forbid he ever meet someone of great importance, like the queen of England. Hey babe, mine passing the crumpets? He'd be wearing the crown within minutes. Maybe he should buy a crown to wear at the party.. "Why, handing out invitations for a little party of course! Erm... not little now that I think about it." He looked up at the ceiling and spun on his heel, before stuffing another flier under a door. He continued to flash an everlasting grin and mumbled to himself. "Amazing I haven't had a single red bull today.. and what'd ya say? Can't come? Mmm shame. You'll probably hear it anyway." Stereos are a magic device. They just amplify the drunkenness.

"Think the headmistress would like to come too?" His voice was airy, as he knew well enough that conniption was not a party related word. The joke needed to be said however. Attempt to lighten the mood or not, Rufus still shook his head upon realizing he may have crossed another individual clueless to his philosophy. "Sir, technically I can keep doing little things like this. See, I'm physically capable of climbing through windows. Shouldn't, might be the correct term." Yet another invitation found itself littered on the floor, showering excess glitter. "Also, you can ignore it. But you won't." He shook his head and whirled around, now walking backwards while facing the professor. Though the excitement in his face had wavered, he still looked happy... content at the least. Not only was he passing out invitations for a party, but hopefully he'd be able to enlighten one more person on free will; choice. "Detention then, but sir, you may have to plan around a few things... like the other detentions. Teachers just don't like smiley faces anymore."

WORDS! 530
TAGS! Andi
NOTES! None
CREDITS! Haze

[Garrett Andvari]

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Andi kept pace with Rufus, watching the lanky kid putting invitations everywhere and wondering whether it was worth the energy it would take to steal the stack of papers. The answer Rufus decided for him, and he turned to follow when Rufus passed him with a cheeky (and probably rhetorical) question. He made sure his voice was dry when he drawled, "Oh, I don't know...you might give lying down and closing your eyes a shot. You'd be surprised how effective that can be." Part of him wished Rufus wouldn't smile so much - he couldn't figure out if it made him want to hit someone, or ruined the perfectly good sour mood he was in.

The flourish Rufus gave the window nearly had Andi making up his mind again. "I'm not sure you have the faintest idea what 'reason' actually means." The words were mostly mumbled, the point behind them too likely to be missed or ignored by Rufus to make it entirely worth while. Of course, with Rufus there was always the off chance of getting a definition right out of the dictionary...he shot the student a suspicious look, mentally promising preparing himself to start swinging if Rufus delivered. Fortunately, the words that followed really only helped to cement Andi's. He opened his mouth to point out that this party wouldn't fit wherever Rufus was having it - he was sure it had been on the invitation, but he didn't both to check - if even half of one dorm showed up when the skinny boy spun suddenly on his heal and took off, mumbling something. "You better hope I don't hear your party, or I'm going to find a very embarrassing way to end it." He wasn't sure what exactly he could do that would embarrass Rufus, if there were such a thing, but if the party was loud enough to reach the teachers' housing, then the headmistress might get there first and it wouldn't matter anyway. And speaking of the headmistress...

"I'm sure she'd love to." Who knows? Maybe the conniption would become some sort of new dance craze. "She'd certainly give the party a...an unusual air." Sure, that was a nice way to put it...Particularly when "unusual" meant something more like "everything burning under the flaming rage of her gaze," or something similar. He was still musing on that - and considering whether it would be entertaining enough to watch, or scary enough to avoid - when Rufus spoke again, making him frown.

So he was going to nitpick the definition of words? "You know, I had an English teacher once who tried to pretend there was still that big a difference between those two words. She never did manage to make it take with me." He gave Rufus a pointed look, and then shook his head, "The problem with 'shouldn't' is that it doesn't quite capture how much you aren't allowed to do this sort of thing. Besides, my point was that eventually you're going to push someone who pushes back. Hard. I'm not sure you realize what that'll mean." And he was frustrated that it bothered him. To make matters worse, Rufus wasn't finished. He kept a schooled face, trying not to scowl the way he wanted. "Hey, you have no idea what the headmistress would do to me if she found out I'd ignored you being in here. And I'd have to fight a bunch of students who'd think they could walk all over me...it'd be such a pain."

Now he could smile slightly, and he did, raising an eyebrow when Rufus turned to walk backward in front of him. The other one went up when Rufus took the pronouncement of punishment so easily, but then they and his shoulders dropped. After a second, he chuckled slightly, "I thought that must have been you. You know, I heard Professor Fields complaining about that for almost a week after it happened. But I didn't realize there were others." He paused to think for a moment, and then shrugged, "I suppose you'll have to figure out when you have a free evening, and then you can clean the desks you drew all over in my classroom." That seemed like a fair punishment, since it was the first he'd been caught in the girls' dorm (that Andi knew of, anyway), and it would save Andi doing all that cleanup work. Of course, there was the question of the party... Andi glanced down at the invitation, and then up at Rufus, "When exactly is this happening? I didn't tell you this, but there are ways you could have this party without getting in trouble, and without making your life and every partygoers life completely miserable." He wasn't sure there was any point in saying anything in the first place, but at least he'd have tried.



Comments││ Andi finally calmed enough to work with.
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Lyrics││ Fireflies by Owl City
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Status││ Complete
Credit││ Goes to caitlin_express@CAUTION 2.0<3

[Rufus Lee Bailey]

"But then I'd miss out on passing invitations.." Rufus trailed his tongue along his bottom lip in thought "and breaking a rule! Can't sleep now." Rufus hummed to himself, brushing his hand along a particularly glittery invitation. He busied himself with picking off a red sparkle as he continued to walk. Fascinating really! Fun stuff just likes to.. well, stick to you. If Rufus wasn't afraid to get glitter stuck in his eye he'd probably take a bath in the stuff. But why were people always trying to get rid of fun? Not just glitter either, but genuine fun. Maybe.. they were scared. Rufus silently assured himself he could fix such an epidemic.

The floppy haired teen looked up from his glitter epiphany at the sound of a murmur. "Huh?" After a short moment he quickly dismissed the sound as nothing and slapped another note on a door; unleashing yet another shower of glitter. Maybe I didn't use enough glue... Next time the girl's dorm may be treated to invitations super glued directly to the wall, perhaps even the whole school. The janitors needed a little entertainment anyway.

"Why sir, I don't know if it's possible for someone to embarrass me... you could try though." Judging by his spontaneous and often hilarious actions, Rufus was more likely to embarrass himself at the party. Adding alcohol to the mix was guaranteed to provide more randomness and potential embarrassment. But yet again, Ruf was a hard boy to break through a little pointing of fingers. He'd flirt and party through a heavy blush if he wanted to. "An unusual air you say? Well like I said before, she could try too." The headmistress' higher rank would not give her a bigger chance of making the night any more embarrassing for the boy. More or less, he'd simply hand her a drink with an enthusiastic 'Party on!' before hopping back to the dance floor. As for punishment.. well it was easy to forget such things until they occurred.

Currently, Ruf was in the middle of distracting himself from the obvious future with a cartwheel. His feet had just left the ground when Andi spoke again. The teen's feet touched the ground again... as did his shoulders, back, basically every part of his body tumbled down to the ground. Rufus didn't even give himself time to stand up as he whirled to face the professor, dark hair lashing over his forehead. "Pretend!!?? There's nothing to pretend! The difference is huge.. giant... universally huge!" His words spun together quickly with expression of pure disbelief. "Can't and shouldn't, they define the very essence of freewill. Do I have no option? Or is it still my-" The door behind him swung open, knocking into Ruf's back with a smack. Rufus winced and groaned as pain bloomed along the ridge of his spine. "choice." His voice, once fiery with emotion and passion, now weakened as the teen stumbled to his feet and rubbed at the back of his neck. Message ruined.

With Andi's next words hardly reaching the boy's ears, Rufus turned to face the resident of said dorm; of course she was beautiful. The girl, nearly a foot shorter than Rufus, was spouting out apologies so quick they blended into gibberish. She really was a nervous wreck... exactly the kind of girl Ruf needed to bring to his party! "I can't understand a word you're saying, love." He turned his back to Andi as he grasped the small lady's hand, kissing it lightly. Rufus, despite his perhaps less than ideal appearance, was a ladies man. "Sorry to wake you, but it's concerning a matter of the utmost importance." His hand met hers again as he folded an invitation into her palm. "More important than sleep itself." The girl nodded dumbly before stepping back inside her room, blushing noticeably. Rufus listened to her confused giggles as he focused back on the conversation.

Any sign of Ruf's temper was all but gone as he continued to speak, a trait he'd spent most of his life perfecting. He was very much a 'forgive and forget' kind of boy. "Funny how Mr. Fields, let alone anyone can complain about a smiley face." Temper expertly hidden, Rufus' voice now held it's usual thoughtful tone. "Aye sir, I'll check for a free space in my busy agenda... I've never negotiated time for a punishment before, it's an interesting concept. Like pick your poison and when to take it." Rufus pulled out a cigarette from his pocket and promptly lit it. "Course I know a few better poisons." He let the smoke curl out of the corner of his mouth and smiled. The teen's smile never wavered, even upon Andi's rather unusual proposal. Only his raised eyebrow showed any change in expression. "Friday night, the perfect time. Now I'm rather curious as to why you suddenly want to help me. But I'll accept help either way." He blew smoke out and continued to grin. In the corner of his mind, Rufus was shamelessly thinking of ways to get Miss Short-and-Nervous to loosen up at the party.

WORDS! 852
TAGS! Andi
NOTES! Sorry for such a bleh post >.<
CREDITS! Haze, lyrics by Panic! At The Disco

[Garrett Andvari]

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Really, Andi supposed he should have guessed at how his suggestion would go over. It actually seemed to make him more hyper! Where did it come from? He watched the teenager picking at one of the invitations and hoped, just for a second that maybe Rufus was reconsidering... And then a quiet noise from one of the rooms made Rufus's head pop up and Andi knew he'd lost him. He resisted the urge to groan - it was a near thing - and watched the shower of glitter that rained off the newest invitation. Not that it would make a difference, but he couldn't help pointing out, "You know, no one will be able to find your invitations in the mess you're making."

Rufus's skepticism at Andi's embarrassing skills made him snort dryly. "You'd be surprised how very creative I can be when I put my mind to it." That was true, but he hoped Rufus didn't make him prove it. His head hurt too much right now to come up with anything really clever, though he did think he could come up with something between now and the party. If he couldn't talk Rufus out of the party - or at least talk the party down to something reasonable... The comment about the headmistress actually made him chuckle, "You really think this will go, don't you? See, for me, I can't think of a way in which this won't end very badly."

Andi shook his head as Rufus started into a cartwheel, but it turned into a surprised step back when the kid went crashing to the ground. He started to ask if Rufus was okay, but the teenager was already moving before the words had gotten out. His words made one of Andi's eyebrows crawl toward his hairline, and the other one moved to join it quickly. Now, wait just a second... "That's not-" Rufus hadn't paused, though, and Andi waited impatiently for a break so he could edge a word in. When he finally got a chance, he could tell Rufus wasn't paying enough attention. Which was fair enough, considering he'd just been smacked by an opening door and was now distracted by the pretty girl babbling excuses. He let it go, though he was sure to cross his arms and adopt his most threatening look.

He wasn't sure she even noticed.

"It was not important!" Andi scowled, "You should be in your dorm, Miss Evans. Mr. Bailey's on his way out anyway." This was true enough. After a fashion. He still wasn't sure the girl had actually listened to him, but she returned to her room and left the opportunity open for Andi to make that comment he had wanted earlier. He took it. "Can and cannot are what define free will. Shouldn't falls more under conscience, I think." Now he thought he was sort of the one nit-picking, but oh well.

Andi wondered at Rufus's ability to just turn around and be back to his chipper self. His response to the Mr. Fields comment made Andi smile wryly, "I don't think it's the smiley face so much as its placing. Not everyone is so enthusiastic about ink on their skins." He glanced at Rufus's visible tattoos as he spoke, and then shook his head. Pick his poison? "I like the comparison, to be honest." He paused after that and turned the invitation over in his hand while he considered the party problem. Friday... Of course it was Friday. "It's not so much that I suddenly want to help you, I just don't want you to end up in another detention that I have to proctor." He sighed slightly and looked up at Rufus. "It's not complicated, really. Use the game room, or the simulation rooms." He was pretty sure that required a teacher's signature, but that could be worked around. There was still the part Rufus probably wouldn't like much... "You'll have to lose the alcohol, of course. Unless you use the sim rooms, and then I guess you could have fake alcohol..." He trailed off, musing over that. There was nothing against it, as far as he knew, and it would avoid all the unpleasant side effects of alcohol.





Comments││ *Pokes Andi* Pinhead.
Outfit││
Lyrics││ Fireflies by Owl City
Word Count││ 691
Status││ Complete
Credit││ Goes to caitlin_express@CAUTION 2.0<3

[Rufus Lee Bailey]

Rufus slapped some of the last invitations on the next dorms before looking back at Andi with a cheeky grin. "The glitter makes them colorful.. plus I had a girl in one of the art classes here that paid me in art supplies for a few drinks." Ruf shrugged his shoulders and continued to grin, happy with the story. "So I had to use them somehow." Apparently, the teen couldn't wait to use all the glitter in one place. Rufus rubbed some more glitter between his fingers as though he needed to prove his point. Or maybe he was just distracted by the pretty, sparkly shapes. Andi soon drew him out of his sparkly daze with his next words, causing Rufus to chuckle. "Creative huh? I'll make sure to give you the spare glitter and art supplies then!"

Ruf's rather... unreasonable happiness was suddenly put on hold as Andi's warning brought him back to reality. Well, a sort of reality. It actually only made him think things over for a quick moment. "No sir, I don't think that she'll accept it or that you even accept it, but I'm going to try to have the party anyway." Rufus put a finger to his lip and smiled against it. His own well thought philosophy was cycling in his head ever since Andi asked that question. He just had to share, whether Andi wanted him to or not. "You see, every punishment I go through is a sacrifice I have to make. If I just... didn't do these things because of some rule then I'd lose a part of myself. No headmistress' opinion is going to stop me from doing that." Rufus nodded his head in a self assuring manner as he continued to walk down the hallway. A feeling of accomplishment always graced Rufus whenever he gave his own opinion, most likely because plenty people never wanted to listen to a trouble maker. He was only a punkass kid to many, but he had his reasons too and he wanted to share them just like anybody else.

After a rather fiery explosion toward Andi, Rufus was fairly delighted that the small girl had shown up. He now had the chance to calm down enough before he tried to explain himself to Andi. "It is too impor-" Andi's fierce expression actually silenced him... for once. The quiet was brief however, and Rufus was back to talking at Andi's next comment. "Sorry, you misread me. I meant that can't and shouldn't define the line between what is free will and what isn't. Can't is an order, and gives the individual no choice. Thus, not enforcing free will. Shouldn't gives the individual an option." Rufus' lips curved upwards in another smile, but something more soft. "There is always a choice, thus I find can't irrelevant... unless you know, it's saying that you can't explode into a glittery explosion because you want to. But you can surely try!" Feeling that he'd thoroughly explained himself, Rufus flopped down in the middle of the hallway and continued to happily stare up at Andi.

The seventeen year old's eyes trailed over his own tattoos, and soon his hand was absently tracing one as he spoke. "Mm, maybe." Though the teacher had just looked so unhappy that Rufus wanted to make sure there was a smiley face somewhere on the man, even if it wasn't on his face. Rufus didn't like staying upset for long amounts of time or holding grudges. In fact, he thought it required too much energy to be unhappy.

"I like the comparison, to be honest." Ruf snickered before casting a quick smirk up at the teacher. "So dark, Andi." Of course, Rufus didn't like punishments either and they were a sort of poison, but he could still take it. What he couldn't stand, was the thought of a party without alcohol. "You kidding me? A party without drinks isn't a party! A big part of the fun is just watching drunk people do stupid stuff so we can blab to our friends about it." Ruf's expression of disbelief eventually melted to one of thanks. "But you know.. thanks for the suggestion and all. And we're not doing it anywhere that'll bug people either. I'm thinking I'll put it in the forest. If I can just bring a portable stereo, some drinks and food, then we'll be all set." The teen suddenly stopped and his eyes widened in quiet worry. He shifted uncomfortably on the floor and rubbed at his wrists, glancing quickly downward before looking back up at Andi. "You won't like... tell the headmistress that, will ya?"

WORDS! 774
TAGS! Andi
NOTES! Sorry, Ruf wanted to talk... a lot
CREDITS! Haze, lyrics by Panic! At The Disco