The Stupid Things

I Guess this Table is as Good as Anything

Why in the nine realms would he be doing that? It's just calling for attention to be drawn to his dark brown skin, tanned by the sun not genetics and self-done spray-tans. His light hay colored hair coming just to his eyebrows in the front but growing unevenly giving his hair the impression of having bangs. His pale green irises seem to be a shade lighter compared with his white tee and khakis that are one size too big almost but not quite baggy, staying up instead of by themselves but by being held up by a belt. 

Back to the point at hand, by now Timothy had straightened up now standing on top of the cafeteria table like he was about to profess his undying love to some innocent person on the other side of the table but with his luck, there was no one else at the table. After standing straight up Timothy then began to jump, and I mean JUMP, fully jump like knees to chest, jumping on a trampoline, JUMP. By now the accusing eyes of the school had focused on Tim, his mind, however, was someplace else. In Tim's mind, he was picturing the almost too innocent looking boy sitting like a gargoyle outside his door. 

The reason behind Tim's sudden upward affiliation was due to the fact that a few moments before getting onto the table he had conveniently received a text from the one person he had ever considered to be his friend up till the point when he had tried telling her about the beautiful and very much not talking spirit on his doorstep. Thinking him insane she had demanded proof of his existence. 

Hoping to not disappoint the only person that had ever actually cared to be around him he had asked the boy if he could reveal himself to her, the boy whom had never responded to his attempts to communicate now looked at him with a lifted brow and amused smirk saying in a surprisingly deeper voice than was expected from his small frame saying, "Oh but if I do that I won't be able to protect you."

Shocked into forgetting that Elisa was right beside him Tim instantly responded to the boy with a "smooth", "YOU CAN TALK!"

The boy laughed, the laugh sounding like the genuine laugh of a child yet to be tainted by the world only laughing because of genuine happiness before he responded between gasping breath with, "Ya! I've been able to talk for aaaagggeeesss! Wow. Gimme a second gotta be able to breathe before I say anything else." The final word just barely making it out of his lips when he collapsed into fits of laughter yet again.