« Reply #1 on: June 24, 2019, 01:40:50 PM »
They're was the smallest flicker of something, doubt maybe, but he pushed on. "Fine, but what about the rest? If you wanted this, if he's such a bad person, why didn't you just take it and leave? Why did you need me?"
"Well, then I'd be on my own." He was still looking over Tucker's head, though, instead of down at his face. "How long until that car gets here?"
Not am answer.
No matter what he asked, or how many times, he never got a straight answer. Not now, not before. It pulled a frustrated sound from the young man, empty hand closing into a fist before he reached into his pocket for his phone again. "Two minutes."
He dragged his focus back down onto Tucker, then, and schooled his expression into something very serious. "What was I going to do, go to a shelter?"
Tucker blinked, leaning back a little from that serious expression. "I don't know. Don't you have family, or friends?" Maybe not, with as big a dick ad he could be...
"Where are you going now?" Brows creased more. Tucker had a bad feeling he knew the answer.
"I don't know yet." But his eyes darted down to the hairpin as he asked, with that same hungry edge.
Another exasperated, frustrated noise, but he lifted his head to look towards the front of the house. "They're going to be here in a minute, where are we going?"
"I don't know." He looked up again, and then caught Tucker's arm to pull him toward the front of the house, like they'd just come out.
"We have to tell themsomething." And now, as he was beginning pulled along, he looked up at the house they'd just left, the smoke coming from the inside, and Tucker actually paled. "They're going to see the fire. They can place of leaving the scene." He felt sick inside, his feet dragging.
Rabi thought about that, looking Tucker over. "I can handle that much. We can go to the school."
"You can ha-" he scoffed, but there was a faint edge of hysteria to it. The situation sinking in in full, the consequences. The idea that he'd basically just flushed his life down the drain over what? Extra credit he hadn't even needed. "What do you mean you can handle that much? It's a fucking fire that were very obviously running away from."
"No, we're the neighbors, and the fire is somewhat surprising. Alarming, even." He nodded as their car approached.
"That doesn't make any sense," he hissed back, snappish, as he watched their Uber pull up, the driver's attention on the smoke.
"Do you want to argue about it, or do you want to get out of here?" It was smooth, and even as he asked, he pushed Tucker toward the car.
He didn't know what he wanted to do, or even what he should do, but that indecision made it easy to push him towards the car and he slid into the back seat--right up against the opposite door--without another word.
"Can you believe what's happening next door?" The sensation would be strange, as Rabi climbed in: because while Tucker knew it was him, he'd also get the sense of a slim blonde with resting bitch face, her voice lyrical, climbing in. He leaned forward a little, and the uber driver watched him through the rear view mirror.
"Yeah...nuts. I almost cancelled."
It had the effect of tearing Tucker's attention away from the window he'd resolutely decided to stare at throughout the whole of the ride, and back onto the other man, a puzzled expression baked on his young face.
"I'm grateful you didn't, at least." Rabi flirted expertly with the driver, still leaning into the passenger's seat while he chatted him up. It was friendly, and comfortable -- well, maybe not comfortable for Tucker -- but it'd hopefully keep them from being remembered as anything but attractive and concerned.
Tucker continued to stare a moment longer beforehand it got entirely too weird. "We should probably move before the firetrucks get here, we'll be in the way."
It was worse when he spoke: because the driver eased into motion, but also his voice came out wrong, a little deeper, rumbly. It was his own voice, but also someone else's.
He clamed up quick after that, eyes a little wide, and shot a questioning look at Mahar.
The blonde, overlayed; and then himself again, leaning into the back of the seat, absently chatting up the uber driver as he got them there.
Tuck started quiet the rest of the drive, hands folded between his knees with the hat pin pressed between them. He alternated looking between the window, the driver, and Mahar.
Rabi didn't so much as cast him a glance until the car had stopped and they climbed out -- and that second image was shaken away easily. Then he gave Tucker a sideways look. "My office might not be wise."
The glamor, or overlay, or whatever it was fading came as a comfort and Tuck let out a little sigh as he let himself out of the Uber and back into the sun. No smoke, no fire, no sirens. Just the familiar view of his dorm building and the campus laid out around it.
He half expected the other man to grab his arm again once they got out of the car, and he glanced back at him, waiting as the Uber drove off.
"If that's the case probably the class room, too?" Now that they were away from the house the adrenaline was fading, he felt drained. "My dorms probably safe, I guess. I don't have a roommate "
Rabi tipped his chin up to consider Tucker's expression -- and then nodded, agreeing. Still calculating. "Might be wiser."
He didn't like it. Mahar still wasn't telling him shit, and Tucker really didn't trust him, had not reason to, but it seemed like a better idea to stick together.
Leveling another sigh Tucker started up the path to the front entrance, the hand with the hat pin sinking into his pocket.
Rabi still had a half finished piece under his arm, and Tucker's work in the other -- his eyes twitching sideways to the pin as he followed.
There's was a keypad beside the front doors. Tucker pinched in a code and opened the door for both of them and then headed for the stairs. How dorm was on the second floor, about mid way down the hall. He finished his keys out and unlocked it, holding it open for for the other man.
The dorm itself was clean, if a bit chaotic. It was clear Tucker didn't spend much time there, but the time he did was spent at his desk. It was pulled with text books, of course, notbooks from his classes, but they're was also alot of sketchbooks, pencils, loose sketches and more polished drawings. By the door, soccor equipment; cleats, ball, shinguards, gymbag.
Rabi took quick looks around the place: flicks of his eyes to take things in -- and then set Tucker's project down on the edge of the desk, on top of everything else. He was still barefoot, but he didn't complain. Didn't seem bothered by it.
The door was closed behind them and Tucker leaned back against it, eyes half narrowed as he watched Mahar look over his room before setting his project on the desk. Which is when he realized the other man had sacrificed grabbing something else of is own to grab that.
"Ok, we're here now. I think you owe me some kind of explanation." A hand came up to cut off whatever smooth answer the other man might have tossed back at him. "A real one this time. No more counter questions, no more skirting around the truth."
Rabu rumbles, still not meeting tuckers eyes while he considered. "If I gave you five honest answers, would you hand over the pin?"
Tucker's and crossed. "That depends on the answers. I don't like being used, and this goes a hell of a lot farther than just being used."
"It's over, isn't it?" He shrugged a little bit, with a twitch of attention down to Tucker's pocket. "I wad planning on leaving town. Everything you wanted."
"Eh..Everything I wanted?" He'd leaned forward,head tilting. Like of he got anew angle on the other man what he was saying might start making sense. "I didn't want this. I didn't want to steal anything or be complicate in arsine." Folded arms loosened, have coming up to comb fingers neck through his hair and away from his face. Frustrated.
"I just wanted you to lay off a little in class."
"if I leave, you get a new teacher." He sounded patient - kind of. In a condescending way. "Maybe one who cares about sports."
Pale eyes narrowed at that and Tucker pushed away from the door, past where the other man was standing near the desk, and over to the bed. It wasn't a large room, so it wasn't like he could really escape, but he could ignore him.
Which he did, not bothering to acknowledge that observation, and instead turned his attention to kicking off his shoes.
Rabi rolled his shoulders out and turned his own work in his hand -- considering it, with his head cocked to the side and his expression just a bit flat.
Shoes off and set neatly to one side Tucker straightened up again and have the front of his shirt a small sniff. It smelled faintly of smoke, enough that he noticed it but not overwhelming, which he supposed was fine.
When he looked to again Mahar was looking at his own art and for a long moment Tucker just watched him do it, trying to...read him, his face, anything that might help him understand what the fuck was going on.
It was impossible to read him, right now: his strange eyes, too gold now for sure, were distant and distracted. His hair seemed redder in this light, a low sheen under it. And his mouth didn't even pull down into its customary frown. After a moment, he looked up at Tucker, one eyebrow raised.
"Your eyes are different." He didn't sound entire sure, it'd been a hell of an afternoon and it wasn't as if Tucker had been in the habit of starting the man in the eyes before. But... They didn't look quite as natural now. Brighter, different. "And your hair."
Rabu blinked at him, and like that, they muted back down to something more natural. "Are they?"
It could do easily have been passed off as a truck off the light, and maybe if the hair hadn't changed, and the strangeness in the Uber hadn't happened, and they hadn't made the instant jump from one room to another back at the house Tucker would have just accepted that.
"They were." Pale eyes flicked up to his hair again. "Hairs still different."
Rabi flashed him a little smile, teeth white, and tipped his head. It made that seem more muted, too. "I think you maybe need to sit for a bit. Drink some water."
Tucker huffed, his head shaking as he swung his legs up to half recline against the mound of pillows at the head of his bed. Taking to the other man was like trying to talk at a wall. It didn't get him anywhere.
So instead he slipped his fingers into his pocket to hook the hatpin, pulling it free so he could look it over now that the excitement was over.
Even if Rabi hadn't been looking at him, it seemed like that would have caught his attention: snapped his eyes back onto Tucker immediately, attentively, almost hungrily. He watched it turn in Tucker's hand.