Rue & Hue

Conversations at Lunch

**Conversation HEAVY

The lunch room was grand yet the same old thing as the previous years. Off white tables with blue and purple mixed seats attached to said tables. Ink and Error both had the first lunch of the day, a big win in their book as they both got to hang out with each other more than they already did. They had a class together and because Ink's house was so close to the school, his mom often allowed him to go to Ink's until she or Geno could pick him up.

On his way to lunch from his math class, he was greeted by one of his teammates; Killer. Another Senior on the high school basketball team.

He was the team's power forward and they were both on the same team for three years as Killer didn't do sports during his sophomore year for whatever reason. But he came back better than ever, getting on varsity the same year Error did. He always guessed Killer was being too nice to him, with his uncomfortably wide grin and cheery attitude. He was more often than not the one who had the most fouls by the end of the games they've played together. He was also very egotistical.

"Heeeey, number 1! Excited for this season" His nickname was "number 1" because he was the team's point guard, AKA the number 1 position on plays. He was the one with the ball the majority of the time and also made most of the team's shots. He greeted Killer, being respectful, but basketball season was still a few months away. He believed it started in November.

"Alright well best leave this year with a bang. Heard we got new coaches this season"

"Yeah...hopefully we'll have a good season...In November..." Killer patted—more like smacked—his back and bid him a farewell. He was definitely more of a touchy feely guy, holding and charges were his main fouls and that extended to pushing off his teammates to get a start on the dude he was defending or going off hard on a team pick. He was often the bane of Error's existence as his aversion of touch and Killer's deal with physical contact did not mix well into a team and was often the reason they were running suicides on the court. The two could not just get along.

Killer mostly started it though.

@ LUNCH @

The lunch wasn't as good as it was in previous years, probably wouldn't get any better. But the few seniors scattered around had some of their leftover breakfast and snacks, our gay protags included. Ink was proud of himself that he brought over extra snacks. His teachers also seemed to enjoy his snacks as well. They both got their lunches and sat at their booth, the last one in the lunchroom, and began to discuss their Senior Plan.

"So, plan "Get bitches" has officially commenced"

"Should we really call it that?"

"Would you prefer Project Swapmare?"

"Uhh..."

"Cause it sounds like we're trying to hook up Swap and Nightmare instead of hook up WITH  Swap and Nightmare"

"Let's just... say it's a work in progress"

Error picked at his food, being uncomfortable for some reason. Killer's smack wasn't just hard but he could still feel where Killer hit him and it began to itch. Burn even. He couldn't stop thinking about it.

"You good?"

"Just Killer being Killer"

"Is he on your ass or something?"

"Just...looking forward to the season"

"Hey, you have nothing to worry about. You're a good player! Plus, you've been on varsity for a while. You can take whatever shit he gives you!"