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'm fine." The Fairy Tail member rolled his eyes, having repeated himself five times before, and pushed Gavie's hands away from his face. "I just had an accident while skating, that's all."
Gavie reached forward again, running their thumb gently under his eye over the purple bruise forming. "Looks like it hurts."
Angel sighed and grabbed their hand, gently lowering it. "Again, I'm fine. Where are the others?"
"We're meeting them at the diner down the road for lunch. Moses sent me to get you. He invited Thomas, too."
"Did he tell you to mention that?"
"He might have. You coming?"
He sighed once more, standing up from his bed to stretch his arms over his head. "I have yet to miss having lunch with Thomas. I'm not about to start now just because you all are there, too."
Gavie grinned cheekily. "Don't worry, we'll make sure you get to sit next to him."
Angel rolled his eyes and opened his clothes drawer to grab a clean white turtleneck and a pair of pants. "I'm going to shower real quick. Don't mess with my stuff."
They nodded, giving him a mock salute. Once he was gone, they immediately took a glance around, the first time they were able to really do so since Angel had become roommates with Moses. Every time they were in the dorm, obviously, either of the men were present.
Moses' side of the room was decorated more than Angel's, but that wasn't surprising to Gavie. The theater student had old scripts, posters and such, hanging on his wall, along with a few props he had stolen from set. His comforter was a deep red, his pillows a nice white, and he had a fuzzy carpet by his bed that everyone loved to lay across. On his small nightstand were pictures of his family, an old family pet, and some of his friends from his home town. Some empty food wrappers laid next to the photos, but Gavie knew it was because he was almost late to his class and didn't have time to toss them out.
Angel's side of the room, by contrast, was much neater and put together. His wall was bare, save for one pure white mask that was broken in half, looking like something from the Phantom of the Opera, and some broken gold jewelry that sat on a small ledge beneath it. The items were placed above his headboard on full display, but Gavie had remembered once how Angel had glared harshly at them. His comforter folded neatly on his bed was a deep navy blue, and two pillows were white with a gold-colored trim.
On his night table was on picture of a woman with wavy chestnut brown hair and the kindest hazel eyes they had ever seen. She held a little baby with a shock of brown hair in her arms, and an older boy, maybe four or five years old and looking like a carbon copy of the woman, stood next to her gazing at the boy with such familial love. The picture was worn out, patches of it losing color in more places than others as if it was held for a long time, and Gavie wondered if those were his brothers he very rarely talked about.
"You could've sat down or something." Angel commented as he exited the bathroom, towel-drying his long black hair. He wore a soft white turtleneck with an even softer light brown sweater vest over it. He wore his typical black skinny jeans, the sweater tucked in, but he wore nice brown shoes that paired very well with the rest of his outfit.
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