Angeles is a member of Fairy Tail that no one seems to get along with. It's not for lack of trying on their part but that the man wants nothing to do with them. How did he become a member of the guild if he doesn't like people or the usual brawls, a...
"I found a piece of metal." Moses declared when he wandered back into the dorm room, snacks bundled up in his arms. There was, indeed, a thin metal bar clutched between his fingers only half the length of a pencil and he grinned brightly like it was the best find.
Angel peered at him from his blanket burrow, a look of pure judgement on his face. "...Why?"
"I don't know but I kinda like it."
The green-eyed man hummed before sitting up, his hair somehow not tangled despite leaving it in his ponytail before going to bed. He shook it out, running a hand through it, before tying it back up. "Is that breakfast?"
"Yep! You hungry?"
"I dunno. Give me something anyways." He caught the package of chips thrown at him. He calmly ate some while he watched Moses fret about if his outfit looked good or if he was going to embarrass himself in front of everyone or not. "Does that happen a lot?"
Moses paused in his pacing, turning to him. "What?"
Angel gestured at him with a corn chip. "Embarrassing yourself."
He shrugged. "Sometimes. It's not great."
His roommate snorted. "I didn't think it was. I don't think you have anything to worry about 'cause you already have your own group of friends. Even if you embarrass yourself, you still got those fuckers."
"And you, right?"
"Stop sounding like we're married. I've literally only known you for half a day."
"But husband-" Moses whined, laughing when the other man threw a chip at him, only for it to fall halfway between them onto the carpet.
"I want a divorce."
"The Khans don't believe in divorce." Moses said as he rifled through his drawers to find the hoodie he stuffed in there when he was too lazy to properly hang it up. He shook it out, smiling slightly at the faded blue rose on the front. "You know we're going to have to leave soon, right? We got English in, like, twenty minutes and you haven't even gotten out of bed."
Angel grumbled but got up, walking over to his dresser where he pulled out a skin-tight black turtleneck, a forest green sweater, a white button up, and black pants. He gave Moses the stink eye when he mentioned the number of layers before entering their shared bathroom to get ready. When he was finished, he went to shoulder his bag when he realized that Moses was staring at him. "What?"
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"You wanna actually get married?" The brown-haired man shrugged at the other's unimpressed look. "You're hot, I'm hot. It just makes sense."
"Let's just go before we're late." Angel rolled his eyes, but he at least looked a bit amused, so Moses counted it as a win.
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Gavie ended up being in their English class, something they weren't aware of until their friend grabbed their arms to drag them to one of the tables tucked in the corner of the room. "Yes! I'm so glad you guys are here, I thought I'd be by myself this year!"
