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Post by Deleted on Aug 29, 2017 2:42:49 GMT
Deimos eyed Cailean wearily. Why was he suddenly giving him life advice? That wasn't his job. They were just supposed to fight. He looked away for a moment at the comment about one's birth being uncontrollable, and when he returned his gaze to Cailean, eyebrows furrowed in confused curiosity. Now that he thought about, Cailean, for being all pack mentality, didn't seem to have one of his own. He wondered for a moment what the werewolf's story was before deciding it was better to not care. They could insult each other without needing to know each other any more personally. Rooming together caused enough of that.
"Okay... I have drank through this whole bar and been fine." He bragged, though again he was exaggerating. He wasn't completely drunk, but he was definitely not 'fine.' "And of course I know of a werewolves' metabolism, I have one." He added as an afterthought. He wasn't sure how true that was, but if he could eat as much red meat and (according to Rosie) an extremely small amount of literally anything else, and still keep his figure just by doing random jobs around the school, he was pretty sure he got his metabolism from werewolves. Let alone the fact that only ghosts had ever beat him in drinking contests. "Also malaka is Greek, which in case you forgot, I am." He growled. "I'm not making up anything."
He thought back on his school days, by the time they became roommates, he was in a never-ending cycle of self-hatred. He was drinking as much as he could while still attending (most) classes, self-harming, in a spiral of depression that could only be temporary fought off when he saw Rosalind. Of course he wouldn't have asked for help, in any sense, let alone from his sworn enemy pretty much from their first meeting. Them becoming roommates, he had a feeling, was the headmaster's doing. Pair him with the valedictorian and maybe he'd do better. He had requested a room change multiple times, but no one wanted him to move in with them. He wondered why Cailean never asked to switch rooms. "Why would I have asked you for help? You should've just been a good samaritan and helped out your roommate that really didn't hide his failed tests."
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Aug 29, 2017 13:36:56 GMT
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Post by Cailean Alistair Rose on Aug 29, 2017 13:36:56 GMT
Cailean rose an eyebrow at that, a mix of amusement and skepticism on his face. "Ah distinctly remember ye being less than fine, pup. But wha'ever ye say." Cailean had no doubt Deimos could hold his own, being half werewolf and all. "Ah, but in case ye forgot, I am a bit more werewolf than ye. Ahm sure I could hold mah own against ye." It was a shame Deimos had stopped drinking. "Ah ain't forget what ye are, mate. Just don't sound like no word ah ever heard." Of course Cailean was bullshitting, Greek was one of the first languages he'd learned, mostly because of his roommate. Not that he'd tell Deimos that.
He laughed, shaking his head at the man beside him. "Now why would ye expect me ta do that? It did'nae seem as if ye really cared, and ah don't waste time workin' with people who don't care." He grabbed his cup of water, taking a sip and raising an eyebrow at Deimos. "If'n I did offer to help ye, would ye have really accepted? Ye were so far gone in yer own sorrows, I doubt ye woulda seen mah offering as a sincere offer to help." It also probably didn't help that Deimos disliked Cailean pretty much from the beginning, and Cailean couldn't really said he held a good opinion of the hybrid either.
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Aug 29, 2017 17:48:55 GMT
Post by Deleted on Aug 29, 2017 17:48:55 GMT
"I was fine." Deimos growled lowly. Nursing a hangover when he usually didn't have to any such thing was not something he'd count as fine, but damn his pride. He wanted to challenge Cailean to a drinking contest right then and there, but his ego was a double-edged sword, where he wouldn't let himself break a promise, but also didn't want to be beat by... this guy. "Just slightly more," He agreed, his mouth a mix of disgust and annoyance. "I could beat you in a drinking contest any day, malaka." He assured the werewolf.
Deimos sighed, pouting as he rested his chin in his hand, "I didn't care and I would not have." He confessed, letting Cailean take that win. "I don't believe you've ever been sincere about helping people a day in your life." He added, looking Cailean up and down. Helping himself, sure, Deimos would believe that 100%, but before he became a tutor, he couldn't recall a time (or at least none that he was paying attention) where the other man willing helped someone.
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Aug 29, 2017 23:52:23 GMT
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Post by Cailean Alistair Rose on Aug 29, 2017 23:52:23 GMT
"Don't think such a challenge is smart. Af'er all, ah'd win by default. Didn't ye make a promise to Miss Rosie? What do ye think she'd say if she knew ye were makin' such bets?" Cailean smirked, running his finger along the rim of his cup. He was just being cruel, he knew. But it was oh so amusing. "Mayhap we could have a water drinkin' contest? First ta pee loses?"
At Deimos' next words Cailean grew quiet. The hybrid might have been right ti an extent. Once he'd been kicked out of his pack, his mentality became all about himself, how he could survive in this world with minimal damage. Anything he ever did for people only happened if he benefited. But... "Ahh, that ain't quite true, pup." For someone like him, someone who'd been mistreated by their own family, someone who was was outcast. Cailean wasn't so heartless as to refuse them help. "For folks like me...and you, ah'd help 'em in a heartbeat, no strings attached. We need some people on our side af'er all. Goin' at it alone gets hard. Though ye've Miss Rosie on yer side, so yer doin a hell've a lot better than me." Though he admittedly was jealous of Deimos. Despite his numerous efforts, Rosalind only had eyes for Deimos. Cailean wasn't used to being ignored. It was a small blow to his pride.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 30, 2017 1:32:46 GMT
Deimos grumbled something inaudible as he hmph'ed and pouted. "One day I'll show you." He promised. "And in that day you'll be sorry." He scrunched up his face, "a water drinking contest? Are you serious right now? That sounds like the lamest contest in existence. I mean cmon man; at least let's have an eating contest" He retorted.
"Folks like you and me... what does that even mean?" He had to admit he didn't know much about Cailean's past, but curiosity was starting to get the better of him. For someone to say he was doing better than them was not something he was used to hearing.
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Post by Cailean Alistair Rose on Aug 30, 2017 3:51:29 GMT
"Ah! Eatin' contest yes! That I am down fer." Cailean said, smacking the table a little too enthusiastically. If there was one thing he enjoyed more than girls and tormenting Deimos, it was eating. And boy could the werewolf eat. "Now that's a contest ah would'nae mind losin'. Jus' as long as I get ta eat as much as I want I will be satisfied."
At Deimos' question he paused, drinking the rest of his water. "Outcasts. Unwanted. Contrary ta popular belief, bastards are not held in that high regard when it comes ta livin' in packs. My father and his pack in particular did everythin' in their power to make my life as miserable as possible, jus' cause mah father could'nae keep it in his pants long 'nough to find uh mate. His eyes grew dark and he snarled a bit. "Af'er gettin' the boot, I tol' myself I would'nae let anyone run over me ever again. That's why I plan on startin' mah own pack. Welcome any who need join." That was probably more information he'd shared with Deimos than he ever had in the years he'd known him.
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Aug 30, 2017 17:50:29 GMT
Post by Deleted on Aug 30, 2017 17:50:29 GMT
Deimos eyed Cailean's hand wearily as it smacked the table. That was a little too enthusiastic a response. He could eat a lot, but with that kind of reaction, he was questioning if he'd actually win any sort of eating contest. He was more confident that he'd win a drinking contest despite being sober for over two weeks now. His eyes wandered back to the alcohol bottles before he forced himself to look at his plate of food. He didn't really want the eggs anymore. He took another bacon strip, sticking it in his mouth and munching on it mindlessly as his eyes drifted back to the werewolf.
He was a bit shocked at Cailean's next statement, and he coughed to hide that he almost choked on his bacon. He only just realized how little he actually knew about the other man. He had always assumed Cailean had some perfect life, that he acted up just to rebel. But the guy was literally a bastard child. If anyone knew what it was like to be unwanted by their (birth) parents, it'd be him. He wondered for a moment if his dad and step-mother ever told it directly to him. If he was ever told he was a mistake. Even so, at least he had his adopted parents, who had been learning and working to improve literally his entire life (though they still messed up sometimes). They learned sign language for him, they learned as much as they could about hybrids, learned as much as they could about bpd once he was diagnosed. Comparatively, he actually had a pretty good life. He didn't know what to say to that. It was unexpected to say the least that Cailean even confided that in him. "Are you still in touch with your birth mom?" He asked, unable to think of anything else to possibly say.
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Aug 30, 2017 18:14:47 GMT
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Post by Cailean Alistair Rose on Aug 30, 2017 18:14:47 GMT
Cailean offered a slight nod. "Yeah, we writr letters back and forth now that ahm an adult. I weren't allowed to talk to her af'er she was kicked out of the pack. I could'nae find her til af'er I came to the school, and even then it took years and lots ah help from Blackwell to even find 'er."
He smiled a bit sadly, sighing lightly. Being in contact with his birth mom was great, but it was so awkward the first few letters. Having to get to know his mom, and her getting to know him after so many years, it felt like he missed out on a lot. "Its weird honestly. She's found 'er mate, I got siblin's I ain't never met. Sometimes it seems as if it'd be better if I ain't never reached out to her." It probably wasn't the case, but Cailean often wondered if he'd disrupted his mother's life by contacting her. She had a family, and seemed happy. Was he a painful reminder of the past she didn't want?
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Aug 30, 2017 18:52:14 GMT
Post by Deleted on Aug 30, 2017 18:52:14 GMT
Deimos wondered again what his life might have been like if he had tried to reach out to his birth parents when he was a kid. His parents never stopped him, in fact they occasionally encouraged him, but he had always been this bitter towards them, even as a child. Would they have even responded to him if he had reached out? His mind wandered back to their first meeting in 22 years. How shocked they were that ~both~ their sons were at the school. His hand clenched into a fist, he was glad he never cared to find them. They probably would've just been disappointed sooner that he wasn't dead.
But then his mind wandered to Felix. As much as he loved the kid, he brought up mixed feelings. He was proof his parents were willing to make the same mistake again. They had claimed to put Felix in an adoption center for his safety, but that didn't make much sense. How much more safe could a hybrid get if not with their parents? No, he was convinced his parents were just irresponsible. They loved each other and there wasn't any room for anyone else. He sighed, pushing the plate away from him. Heavy topics seemed to kill his appetite. "I don't think that's true." He told Cailean finally, only glancing at him before returning his gaze to the counter top. "If she had wanted nothing to do with you, she probably wouldn't have responded, or responded negatively. Sure, she moved on, but what choice did she have if your dad didn't let her see you or be in the pack?"
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Aug 30, 2017 20:43:20 GMT
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Post by Cailean Alistair Rose on Aug 30, 2017 20:43:20 GMT
This was weird, Deimos being the one to console Cailean. It was amusing, but also a bit unnerving. "Mayhap." Cailean said, drumming his fingers against the bar. He knew Deimos was right, and he was more than likely being paranoid. But it wasn't as if he could turn off his brain that easily. "If'n it's true or not, ahm glad she's happy. She deserves it." He said truthfully.
After a second he spun his chair around, needing something to bring them out of this weird mood. Talking about such heavy things were not something he was used to. "Are ye gunna eat those mate?" He asked, pointing to the eggs. He hadn't eaten yet and was realizing he was hungry. And it didn't seem like Deimos was going to eat from the way he kept pushing them away.
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Aug 30, 2017 20:55:51 GMT
Post by Deleted on Aug 30, 2017 20:55:51 GMT
Deimos had to admire Cailean's maturity; the only thing he felt his bio parents deserved was a good punch in the faces. Still, he nodded at the other man's words. He looked to his eggs as Cailean asked about them before shoving them towards the werewolf. "Nah, I guess I wasn't as hungry as I thought." He said simply, stealing on last piece of bacon before giving up the plate. He was glad for a change of pace, it was weird to be talking civilly with him. To be relating to him. He fought back a chill. Today was going to be a weird day if this was how it started out.
"So then..." He began, tilting the bar stool back just slightly before giving Cailean a toothy, mischievous grin, "when should we have this eating contest?" He still wished he could a drinking contest, he was more confident at being able to win that, but a promise was a promise and he was going to do his damned hardest not to break it. He had enough worry about Rosalind up and leaving him without him relapsing. He'd probably go crazy (err... crazier) with how convinced he'd be she'd leave him if he broke the promise.
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Sept 1, 2017 22:44:19 GMT
Post by Cailean Alistair Rose on Sept 1, 2017 22:44:19 GMT
Cailean grinned, pulling the eggs toward him after Deimos grabbed his last strip of bacon before shoving a forkful of eggs in his mouth. He'd already eaten before wandering in here, but he hated seeing food go to waste, and even if his stomach didn't tell him he was hungry, he'd never turn down an opportunity to eat. It was even worse growing up, despite being purposefully starved some days, Cailean just never felt full. As if he had a black hole for a stomach.
At Deimos' question Cailean quirked an eyebrow, swallowing his mouthful of eggs. "Whenever ye wanna, pup. Ahm free weekends most times. Mayhap dinner time sa'erday? Give ye the mornin' to prepare yerself, and ah can take care o' whatever students decide they need unscheduled 'elp in the mornin'." Even though he didn't have a set schedule, Cailean tended to meet with his students during the week. Still, he would get a few every so often that would text or call him on the weekends asking for extra help, and who was he to refuse?
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Sept 3, 2017 22:27:14 GMT
Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2017 22:27:14 GMT
"Jeez so much planning." Deimos whined, stretching out across the bar as he rested his head on one of his arms. The other hand went to the top of the coffee mug, lazily making circles along the rim. "When did you become such an adult?" He scoffed, glancing up to Cailean. Unless he was working, he really didn't make plans. Plans could be cancelled by things like anxiety, or just not giving a flying fuck about the day (which was apparently also known as depression). If he planned this contest, he'd surely bail by the time the weekend rolled around.
Although this was Cailean he was talking about. He'd never bailed on anything relating to Cailean before. Spite was a wicked motivator. "Yeah, sure, whatever. This weekend." He agreed finally, waving his hand lazily before returning to circling the rim of the mug. He still wished it could be a drinking contest, he was still more confident he'd win that. In the past, even with weres involved, the only ones that could beat him in a drinking contest were the ghosts. But he'd never even tried an eating contest. "What will the food be?" He asked, pausing his circling as he looked up to Cailean. "Meat?" He suggested, a crooked grin on his face.
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Post by Cailean Alistair Rose on Sept 5, 2017 2:38:11 GMT
"Mmm, 'bout the time ah got kicked outta mah pack me thinks." Cailean answered, tapping his finger against his chin and grinning at Deimos. He didn't act like an adult all the time for sure, but he'd had to grow up pretty quickly. But being at the school, he didn't really have to look out for himself like he had when he was home. He could be more carefree here.
Cailean leaned back in his chair, folding his arms and humming lightly. "Meat? Aye we kin 'ave meat. Hot dogs? Steak? Pork chops? Gotta have them veggies too pup. Ah know ye aint too keen on them veggies but we can't just eat all meats. Maybe a wa'ermelon? Mashed potatoes. Kin yer girl cook? Mayhap ye should ask her for suggestions."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 5, 2017 4:15:36 GMT
Deimos wiggled as he let out a whine, "But why..." He sat up again, frowning at Cailean, "No eating contest is healthy. Why have things like vegetables? That's just a waste of stomach space." He argued. "And uh... I don't actually know... I typically get home before her because someone keeps her out late with tutoring." He added, side eying Cailean at his accusation. "So I end up finding something to make for both of us."
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