[It was a rough night. Aside from not really sleeping, thinking and overthinking the situation...it was hard not to keep beating himself up over what had happened. It had been Vil's way of crying out for help, hadn't he seen that? How had he misinterpreted things so poorly? And how had he sunken so far into his own self-pity that he couldn't reach outside of it?
When Cater finally forces himself out of bed for the morning, it's clear to him that he's not going to feel much better without talking to Vil directly. The idea of vomiting his thoughts out in the open is enough to make him want to be really sick, but it's the best he can really do. Put his feelings out there and, in turn, listen to Vil's.
So, he sends him a text. As far as he knows, Vil is free for the day...but who knows. Something could've popped up, or maybe he won't be ready to talk yet and will pretend that he's booked. Not really Vil's style, but Cater can't help thinking it. Somehow, being left on read completely isn't what he's expecting. WTF?
Well, for now, all he can do is head out and try not to obsess. Do not spam Vil Schoenheit's phone with needy texts, he tells himself. It was one thing when he was having a total meltdown while they weren't fighting. Doing it now would just be desperate. Coffee. He needs coffee. Breakfast.
He keeps checking his phone to see if the little "..." might pop up in their text history all the way to and from the cafeteria. Cater's intending to head back to Heartslabyul when he glances up to see Vil. From someone else's view, it might've almost looked like something out of a romance film. Cater looking up from his phone at the top of the main building's staircase. Vil pausing at the end of his jog at the foot of it...
And then Vil about faces and leaves. Cater all but drops his coffee, he is shook.]
V-Vil! Wait up!
[It takes him a second before his brain and his feet catch up with one another and he heads down the staircase. It's all he can do not to totally break out into a run, but that would definitely call too much attention on the both of them. The last thing either of them needs in the middle of this mess is a bunch of nosy classmates taking covert photos and rumor milling about trouble in paradise.
So, Cater does what he does best: pretends that everything is fine. He's not chasing Vil, they just...happen to both be walking in the same direction. Sipping nervously at his coffee, Cater covertly summons a couple of split cards to break off from either side so that either of may be able to cut Vil off at the stables or before the coliseum, depending on which way he keeps going.
Damn, those long legs can walk so fast! Hate to see you go but love to watch you leave, Vil. Cater's definitely regretting that he didn't have his skateboard on him.]
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When Cater finally forces himself out of bed for the morning, it's clear to him that he's not going to feel much better without talking to Vil directly. The idea of vomiting his thoughts out in the open is enough to make him want to be really sick, but it's the best he can really do. Put his feelings out there and, in turn, listen to Vil's.
So, he sends him a text. As far as he knows, Vil is free for the day...but who knows. Something could've popped up, or maybe he won't be ready to talk yet and will pretend that he's booked. Not really Vil's style, but Cater can't help thinking it. Somehow, being left on read completely isn't what he's expecting. WTF?
Well, for now, all he can do is head out and try not to obsess. Do not spam Vil Schoenheit's phone with needy texts, he tells himself. It was one thing when he was having a total meltdown while they weren't fighting. Doing it now would just be desperate. Coffee. He needs coffee. Breakfast.
He keeps checking his phone to see if the little "..." might pop up in their text history all the way to and from the cafeteria. Cater's intending to head back to Heartslabyul when he glances up to see Vil. From someone else's view, it might've almost looked like something out of a romance film. Cater looking up from his phone at the top of the main building's staircase. Vil pausing at the end of his jog at the foot of it...
And then Vil about faces and leaves. Cater all but drops his coffee, he is shook.]
V-Vil! Wait up!
[It takes him a second before his brain and his feet catch up with one another and he heads down the staircase. It's all he can do not to totally break out into a run, but that would definitely call too much attention on the both of them. The last thing either of them needs in the middle of this mess is a bunch of nosy classmates taking covert photos and rumor milling about trouble in paradise.
So, Cater does what he does best: pretends that everything is fine. He's not chasing Vil, they just...happen to both be walking in the same direction. Sipping nervously at his coffee, Cater covertly summons a couple of split cards to break off from either side so that either of may be able to cut Vil off at the stables or before the coliseum, depending on which way he keeps going.
Damn, those long legs can walk so fast! Hate to see you go but love to watch you leave, Vil. Cater's definitely regretting that he didn't have his skateboard on him.]