Sardonic Humanism

I'm a Virgo

Seven's features could be considered stunning to any eye. His eyes were a perfect almond shape yet light bags were visible under them. If you stared long enough at his eyes you would discover that they were a dark brown nearly black, yet so much warmth came from them when he smiled, I mean genuinely smile. His lips were simple, the upper lip had a very graceful v shape in the middle. The shade of his lips were mild, lighter than red yet barely more than an intense pink. When he smiled he had dimples that began at the edge of his lips up to the side of his nose, yet when he didn't smile he had a natural frown. He wasn't as tall as Simon but just a couple inches or so below and his figure was skinny but toned. His squared black hair curled at the ends so when he walked the curls would bounce.

Seven grabbed his lunch from the lady behind the counter and I followed with the same actions. He led the way toward a semi crowded cafeteria bench. Upon our arrival the other students removed themselves, loudly talking about Seven: The murderer of two people. I scowled at their carelessness. I glanced to Seven, his lips curled with the same smile but his eyes squinted. I laughed off the silence and set my lunch on the table. "I change my mind" I announce feeling a sort of pity for him. I put my legs through the bench and sat on the chair. "On what?" Seven asked showing thorough confusion. "I want to get to know you" this statement sent him back but he chuckled away the questions. "Hello, my name is Seven, I'm a virgo, my favorite food is but only the finest truffles sniffed out by the trained pigs" he paused for a quick second, almost hesitating. "You're real name isn't Seven" I pointed out. "I prefer that's the name you refer to me as" his eyes now cold and sinister. I tapped the table with my thumb as I took a bite of the school's awful pizza. "I suppose I'll just have to figure it out some other way" I said mindlessly sending Seven into another endless giggle. "what else?" he asked. "what other pointless questions do you have to ask?" Seven remarked, standing up to throw his empty plate away. I looked down at my food and mentally gagged, pushing the rest of my stale food towards Seven assuming he would eat it. "The only reason this conversation is pointless to you is because you aren't trying to learn anything from it" I frowned at his sudden smile. "Then let's hear about you, Quinn." My name slipped from his lips nearly made me squeal. "No, deal was I would eat lunch with you and you would answer my questions" I say firmly trying to remain calm. "Actually if I remember correctly, you wanted to ask a very specific question, although that changed, so I don't suppose another minor alter of the plans would hurt" Seven claimed, eating the last of what was on my plate. "Fine, ask away" I sighed accepting my defeat of the argument.
"Tell me about yourself"
"What about myself"
"Anything" he said with pure curiosity. I slouched in my seat thinking of the perks of myself.
"I have a green belt in karate"
"Why not a black belt"
"I quit because my brother Simon wanted me to do competitive swim with him"
"Did you want to?"
"well" I hesitated
"So why did you do it!" Seven raised his voice slamming his fists on the table, causing myself and a few others surrounding us to flinch. I took a deep breath watching Seven ball his hands to fist and rested them against his chin. "I always wanted to be with my brother, I guess you'd call us close" I smile cheerfully, pushing a strand of hair behind my ear. "Does he do this often?" Seven asked giving no hints to what he was talking about. "huh" the sound spews from my mouth making Sevens face full of rage. "Does he make you give up what you want for the sake of what he wants, often?" Seven asked slower this time, making sure I understood. My face scrunched as his softened, words couldn't come fast enough from my mouth. "Of course not" I answered loudly with a hint of annoyance. "He doesn't tell you to lie for him when your mother asks if you know where he is, He doesn't let you take the blame when your mom is angry he keeps going to jail, he do-" I couldn't handle this conversation any longer, it was like Seven was a completely different person. "I said no" I shouted as loud as I could as the heat raised to my face. Seven grinned confusing me furthermore and clapped his hands. "Very well" he chuckled, fully amused by my surprised expression. Simon wasn't a perfect brother as well as the perfect human, but he was my brother. I couldn't bare to listen to such a heavenly voice trash him, let alone Seven: The boy that killed his parents.