Bottomless Pit {Ayren&Luna}

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Dancing was a sport. There was no way anyone could say different. You were using your body to show an emotion or a scene. You were pushing your body to new limits it had never even imagined. Which was probably why Luna was constantly eating. Her body needed more calories than someone who just sat around all day. So, most of the time Luna was seen in the dining hall, chowing down on food she enjoyed. Her brothers never cooked, and Luna honestly didn't feel like cooking for them, so she decided that she was just going to get a meal plan and eat on campus most of the time. It was far better than what her brothers would make for her, anyway. 

Currently, Luna was sitting near a window by herself. She was scrolling through Facebook while eating. She was just trying to see what her friends from high school were up to these days. Some of them were in amazing places. Her family friend Ross was still living in San Francisco, attending college to be some sort of doctor. Her ex-boyfriend Brenden was in Utah with his sister still. He had gone down hill since getting back into the drug scene with his sister. Logan, another ex, was off doing amazing things at his college. He was in many clubs, had many friends. She was happy for him. They had been friends long before they had dated. And they hadn't broken up on bad terms. They were actually good terms. He had gotten into college early. Not many of her friends had chosen New York to go to. In fact, none of them had. She had made new friends, who she loved dearly, but she did miss her old friends.

After getting bored with Facebook, she decided to text her friend Ayren and see if he wanted to come down to the dining hall and have lunch with her. Ayren had been one of her new friends she had made during the past year. He was an interesting fellow, and Luna loved being around him. He was easy to get along with and talk to. After she sent the text, she got up to go refill her cup with some Coke before sitting back down.  

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For:
Ayren Emerson Preston
Outfit:
 Dancing Doll
Words:
377
Notes:
I'm trying...It's just not coming out as much as I want it to. 

[Ayren Emerson Preston]

Ayren was quite the social butterfly; always flitting from place to place, meeting new people and finding new hangouts. The young Irishman was hardly ever at his apartment unless it was to sleep. First thing in the morning, he was up and gone, barely making it through a shower and a shave before he was rushing out the door to see what the day brought with it. His parents thought it was comical how different he’d become since he’d been a little boy but Ayren thought it was just right. He’d been a terrified kid, scared of his own shadow thanks to his sister’s tall tales. And then, when he figured out they were all lies, he’d started to open up more. Little bits at first and then it just somehow seemed to spiral into the man the people of New York saw with a passing glance.

Unfortunately, with this new found sense of adventure and the sheer amount of people he met in a day somehow, Ayren had a habit of forgetting peoples names and putting them into his phone never helped because there weren’t that many people in the city with quirky names, or auto-correct thought the name was wrong and decided it knew best. Or because it was him and he thought it a genius idea of nicknaming everyone in the hopes he would have a vague recollection of them when they sent him a text messages weeks later; except he never remembered. How own boss laughed at him for it because it seemed like the group at the Flower Pot were the only ones he could remember!

Not many people had a problem with it, especially the ones that knew what he was like. They still liked him so he must be doing something right! When he said goodbye, he finally checked his message, closer to twenty minutes after he’d received it! He didn’t like being rude. The downside when he saw the sender, he had no idea who it was! He’d put it in his phone under Dance. And it was really anyone’s guess who that was supposed to mean! Still, he figured, if she hadn’t gotten sick of waiting for him, he could make an appearance. It took him another twenty five minutes to make it across campus thanks to his constant stopping and talking but he eventually made it to the right building and into the right area. People were everywhere and he genuinely didn’t know who the text message was from so instead of just looking around and like he was out of place, which would never do for Ayren, he hopped in line, grabbed himself some chicken strips, acting the flirt he was to score a few extras and some of that honey dip he knew was back there. He was a massive flirt and would give some poor girl a pick up line just as easily as he would use it on anyone else. The women who worked the lunch room, to him, needed a bit of attention, too, for having to put up with the likes of them! With his chicken and honey in hand, he grabbed himself a rootbeer, his drink of choice that day and grabbed a seat at random, nodding his head to a few people he recognised.

Tag || @amhall
Words || 576
Clothes || Irish Roadrunner!
Music || Centuries --Fallout Boy
Notes || !!