solitaire (y?) [OPEN]

[paris moreau blanc]

Paris grinned, studying the other young man until the next comment. "So I've been told," He shot back playfully, finishing his coffee and getting up to order another. He settled bacl again with his new cup, gaze alert, bright and curious. He couldn't help himself. In the end, perhaps he would regret his flirting. But for now it's all he wanted to do. He'd been hiding it too long, telling his parents he promised he would finda girl. That was so far from what he really wanted.

[Milo Hope Castillian]

[blocquote]Milo knew better than to regret things. It drove him crazy, the way he refused to look back on anything poorly. It was all he could do to keep himself from going crazy... it was all he could do period. There wasn't a hell of a lot to be doing in this place anyway.

Milo finds himself openly watching Paris-- the way he walks, the way his ass happens to... well.. be cute. It brings yet another coy grin dancing across his lips, watching over his coffee cup. There's a craving in his brain, one engrained too deeply to ignore. "'m dying for a smoke... you're welcome to walk with me." He nods to the man, condensing his deck of cards and slipping it into his pocket.

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[SEBASTIAN ARIS CASTILLIAN]

Bastian did not like being locked up. It was nothing that he had lived through, and it wasn't a fear, either. He supposed that in a sense being here was a type of being locked up if he thought about it. Still, he wasn't too very bothered about it. It was mostly subconcious, these feelings he had about it. Misgivings over being locked up, though not particularly finding any real problems with handcuffs or the cells. Things hadn't been fun by any means while he had been tested on, but it could have been worse. Not that he liked what was shoved into him; the mental things he could now feel from others. It was obnoxious and kinda gave him a headache most days.

Most people around him got some sort of attention from him. If just a passing glance, that could be enough. But Bastian wanted to be aware of what was around him. All the possibilities. He liked storing away information in his mind for later use if it was needed. Names, faces. Didn't really matter, all could come in handy at a later date. As for so many in this place whose feelings he could access by merely being around them; Sebastian had not yet met most, though there might have been a passing glance once before because of the emotions being pressed unbidden, unwanted into his head.

It hadn't been many days that Bastian had even been here, so there wasn't too many chances for him to meet all the residents of the place. It wasn't always a bad thing, considering what this place was, but Sebastian would make the best of it. He usually did. Today he had found himself wandering around and looking for something to do. Anything to amuse. And the urge for some caffiene ran through him, so he went into the coffee shop and ordered some kind of french vanilla frappacino or whatnot. Once he had it and was sipping on it, his gaze caught sight of his brother

With nothing better to do, he walked over to Milo -- more or less disregarding the other male there for the moment -- halting a foot or two away with an odd expression. Then his face scrunched up a little. "Ugh, Milo! Get your mind out of the gutter! I don't wanna hear that shit from you." He shuddered a little, repulsed. Of course 'hear' was a relative word, since it was more feel. But it sounded a lot worse saying 'feel' as opposed to 'hear'. Then his eyes found that of the other male, obviously where such feelings were directed. "Oh, well I guess he's gorgeous enough..." He shrugs. "I'm Sebastian." He offers to the male, hand out to shake. Then he glances back to Milo. Still freaking weird, though; those feelings and such. And honestly, this male was a turmoil in itself. Hello headache.

[paris moreau blanc]

Paris shifted his weight, smiling. The young prince was quick to agree. "Sure." He could use a smoke as well, patted his pocket to be sure he had cigarettes there.
He watched the other male slip the cards into his pocket, glancing up with the opening amd closing of the door.
Interesting, he could swear the two looked similar...

The approach of the other male only added points to that thought. Paris' crooked smile broadened at the words. He must be like that Jordan guy. Empathy, wasn't it?
Funny, pointing out how the male here was feeling. He himself? Nothing but mischief and a need to flirt, but beneath that, confusion, uncertainty. Paris was supposed to be straight... For him, it was practically a sin for him not to be. Religion and tradition and all.
"Mm, you must be related, yes?" He drawled, chuckling

[Milo Hope Castillian]

Milo was more than happy to wander off into the sunset for Paris with the evening. He was just getting ready to get to his feet, to get some fresh air. It was starting to get stuffy indoors, and he was ready to get up and going. Milo was used to sitting for long hours and playing, but if he was he craved cigarette smoke, alcohol, and a prize on the line. It seemed he'd already won his round for the night, what with Paris's company and all.

"Jump off my dick, Bastian, and learn to tune in your powers a little more... you know I don't fuck around on the first date." The man rolls his eyes lightly, flicking his bangs away easily. The creature can't help but chuckle softly, sighing with a slight drop to his shoulders. "He's my big brother." They have an interesting relationship, that's for sure.

[SEBASTIAN ARIS CASTILLIAN]

Bastian wasn't really trying to tune into any of the feelings at all when it came down to it. He would much rather avoid it if at all possible. But that sort of thing more or less shoved into his mind no matter how he felt about it. Which then gave him feelings that weren't his own to just add to it. Annoying, but he was trying to think of how it could be good for him. There were the pluses to it, but right now he wasn't thinking about it that way. He was near his little brother and he was more prone to disliking the idea of being in any way close to the younger male's feelings. Never knew what Milo might be feeling, and it was just so awkward for Bastian to feel it too.

Then if you slid in the confusion and all that pouring from the other guy on the matter of his own feelings as it was? Bastian found himself in a complex mood overall, and he dropped his hand after a second, taking a drink of his frappacino and nodding to the 'related' comment. "Indeed." His gaze slanted back to Milo when the words came from his brother. He snorted at what had been said. "You better not." He huffed lightly, eyeing the other male for another moment. Then he stepped back again. "Carry on then, I'll talk to you later, Milo." Bastian said evenly, settling into an empty chair nearby and relaxing with his drink. No need to be a nosy big brother, after all. And the mixture of emotions was enough to make anyone dizzy.

[paris moreau blanc]

Paris looked between the tw with an amused smirk as they bantered back and forth. He had three siblings, but they were all girls. Cracking his neck, he leaned back to patiently waot, hough a smoke was starting to sound better and better. "I'll let you work it out." He drawled. "Be outside." He got up and sauntered to the door, slipping outside before bringing a cigarette to his lips and lighting up with a drag.