Wounded pride [Kaida]

[Adam Devlin]

Adam's day started way too early, making that tempting offer for him to get ready and go out for a jog. He woke up to the sound of his phone vibrating, buzzing the pillow that he hid it under. He blinked groggily, reaching under the pillow to snatch out his phone, raising it up to look at the caller's name. It flashed his father's name and he knew the consequences of declining the call and knew what would happen if he closed his phone or ignored the call altogether. He'd call over and over again until Adam would answer him. "Yo, pop~" He singsonged despite how sleepy he sounded. Resting his head on the comfortable pillow, he twisted his body on the bed to fall into a comfortable position.

The conversation stretched out, it started with sleepy comebacks and ended with his father hanging up on him after yelling at him. Just the usual, nothing different about that. One thing he knew for sure. He won't be able to get back to sleep. With a delayed huff, he sat up and moved himself to the edge of the bed, his hand sneakily making its way up to ruffle through his hair. Dragging a towel out of his wardrobe, he escaped his way toward the bathroom, disappearing with a distant click, signaling the door being shut.

After a few moments, he came out with a towel lazily wrapped around his waist and another one rubbing his hair. Making his way to his wardrobe, Adam opened it to snatch out his tracksuit before closing it to get ready after gathering his clothes. Grabbing his headphones, connecting them with his phone. He thought it would be better to take a run around the Gym since the field there was larger and carried less people.

For the first time, he didn't seek the glory of people keeping their eyes on him. His mood was on the swing after the rude awakening caused by his father. His walk soon started to slowly get dragged into a jog then into a run. His words ringing through his head, way too much that it made his chest tighten uncomfortably, wasting his breath even more. Soon enough, his thoughts became too much, his legs running weak and before he knew it, he felt a large wave of pain wash through him. His hands were pressed against the ground and knees wobbling from the fall. "Ow, ow, ow." He hissed a few times, slowly pushing himself to stand up. So much for a graceful run.

tag: Kaida Sotomura
notes: -runs his feelings away-

alcove @ WW

[Kaida Sotomura]

i wanna fly

& BURN DOWN ALL THE WALLS I'VE BEEN BUILDING UP INSIDE

Today actually wasn't that bad of a day for Kaida.  Sure, it was still boring as hell, but it wasn't like he was particularly unhappy about the whole boredom thing for once.  He was actually enjoying just walking along, the gently breeze blowing around his dark hair.  As per usual, a stick of pocky was hanging out of his mouth.  He kept the same one for a decent amount of time before finally choosing to eat it.  Then, like clockwork, he grabbed another stick from his pocket between two of his fingers and plopped it into his mouth.  The bread stick-like part and some of the chocolate hung out, and he rolled it around between his lips with his tongue, letting out an exaggerated sigh.  Maybe he'd judged things too soon.  He looked around at how empty everything seemed, frowning while his lips clung to the pocky stick.  Yep.  The boredom was definitely starting to become over powering once again.

With that thought, he decided it was probably time to look for a target for the day.  Kaida started skipping away in whatever direction his brain decided to take him.  He only stopped skipping when he'd made his way through the a field area.  It was almost completely empty, all except for one jock.  He raised his eyebrow and watching him curiously from a bit of a distance behind a bleacher that would keep him partially hidden.  When the boy came closer to his direction, Kaida had to muffle his own laughter as he watched the boy fall.  When his fit of laughter was over, there was an ounce of humanity actually wondering if the boy was okay.  

Figuring he could check on his well being while giving himself a couple more laughs, he made his way over to the boy.  He decided to finish off the pocky stick in his mouth before smiling devilishly as he approached him.  "Hey there, All Star.  Walk much?"  He smirked.  "Want me to find you a wheel chair?  Something tells me you're not very good at using your feet."  He shrugged.  "Might be easier for you."  Reaching into his jacket pocket, he grabbed out another pocky stick.  "Or I can just carry you to a safer place where the walls are covered in bubble wrap.  Then it won't matter if you don't know how to walk."  He placed the pocky stick between his lips with a grin.  He could tell by the track suit that this boy definitely did know what he was doing, but Kaida didn't much care.  It was more fun to play pretend.

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Adam Devlin

london bridge is falling down...

deltra of gangnam style

[Adam Devlin]

Is it over yet?

will i ever feel again?

His grace was already kissing the ground when his knees met the floor in a rough reunion, one that he was not too pleased that it had happened in the first place. They were beginning to throb rather painfully, a wrong movement and he might screw them up completely and be brushed aside by a simple person. That's the only thing he feared. When his knee started acting up, the first thing he'd done, other than panicking like a high school girl who got rejected by her crush was, hiding the truth from the coach of the running team. Honestly, it didn't matter anymore as to what the boy wanted to do with his life when his father was already planning that out for him without his permission.

Hey there, All Star. Walk much?Hey there, All Star. Walk much?

If the fall wasn't enough to scar his pride, being spotted doing so was more than enough. It took care of a couple more things in the way, too. Narrowing his eyes at the other before giving a light scoff. It was odd, seeing someone who was not all over him upon meeting, such as his so-called friends and they constant need to provide Adam with everything - they were his sharpest tools, after all.

Want me to find you a wheel chair? Something tells me you're not very good at using your feet. Might be easier for you.

His eyes widened briefly, making him realize that he was still on his hands and knees, the ground digging into his kneecaps as his weight dropped on them. "Ha ha, if I wasn't busy trying to stand up, I'm sure I would've laughed." Adam shot back, mustering up his strength to push off the dusty ground only to drop back down.

Or I can just carry you to a safer place where the walls are covered in bubble wrap. Then it won't matter if you don't know how to walk.

"Oh really, you would?" He gave him a surprised look, already believing the other. He finally pushed up from the ground and started to brush the imaginary dust from his knees. "But you don't have to, I'm alright!" Adam gave an excellent sign with his fingers before rolling his tongue over his lips. Adam took one step away and stopped immediately, already regretting such a rash decision when pain shot through his body. That worthless pride of his was the one that got him in this situation in the first place. Lesson learned. "Say, stranger, if you are done pulling jokes out of your -- mouth, would you be kind enough to walk me right over there to the bench? The walk there is very lonely,"and I'm in pain. Surely Adam knew how to complain and sound weak when he wanted to.  

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c: feel free to kill me for the horrible wait on this ;;

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