Bracelets for the soul

" I love cosplaying and drawing! Mostly cosplaying because I love the progress of making it! Thought it takes time and patience to finish it, like drawing. It is fun to pretend to be someone else for a bit" Willow smilled at Rowan
" But biking seems interesting too! Though I must confess, i never learned how to bike hehe." suddently, an idea popped on her head
" Hey! Maybe you could teach me how to bike someday~"

Not even a day in he's already willing o break down a door.
The bracelet has to be pumping chemicals into her somehow, because this was everything she deemed to be insane.
She'll have time to spout inane curse words at him later.
"God dammit vale, don't make this harder than it should be."
She reached over to the knob and started to open the door.
She kept a tight grip on it, but only opened it slightly just to see if he was telling to truth.
Of course, he wasn't
She calmed herself down to keep from throwing the door wide open, or immediantly picking him up and taking him to the medic or something (if she could)
"Vale, look. I'm sure there's a medic in this plane...and even if no you can just lay down or something, alright? Don't retreat into the bathroom every time you get hurt." She stated.
It sounded like she was setting ground rules for a house, and less like pure worry for a 'soulmate', although it wasn't impossible to be heard.
This was how she handled worry.
Like many other emotions, she bossed people around and acted like a general ass.

"Not your style, eh?" he teased, placing a hand on his soulmate's shoulder and squeezing it slightly. "Aww, how cute~ Don't worry Cy, I'll play it slow....." Alti took a step closer, taking that same hand and sliding it down the scientist's torso, stopping around Cyrus' hip. "I have all the time in the world to wait for you..." He trailed off as gazed back into the other man's eyes, studying his features carefully, as if neglecting the practice would cause him to lose the face forever. It was strange, to say the least. "And besides, I have plenty of other means of pleasing myself while I wait~"



Alti broke his focus and took his hand off Cyrus, turning around to see that everyone was already beginning to clear out. He blinked before turning back to face his new partner, holding up both hands in front of his face with a uncharacteristic look of confusion plastered on it. "Luggage?" he inquired. "I don't carry luggage! You see these hands? These hands are WAY too busy to drag around a bunch of heavy bags!" He waved his hands up and down as if doing so would blow the thoughts away. "And not to mention that shit could get lost! I can't lose all this!" He gestured at his outfit and many accessories. "No no no.... I keep all my stuff in a much safer location. Now..." he mused, wrapping his arms around Cyrus' free one, scoping the room for their door like the man said and taking the first step forward. "Let's go see where we'll be sleeping tonight~~"

"I told you not to go in there." Vale crossed his arms in front of his chest, his demeanor changing back to when she'd first offended him. "Look, we're still strangers right now. I know what's best for me. I said I was fine, and I am. I fell. It's over. Don't pester me like a damn child."

He walked away from her and flopped down on his bed, folding his arms behind his head and staring up at the ceiling. He was seething.

Suddenly, his bed flung itself the opposite direction of Alraada's, slamming into the nearest wall. "Oof!" Vale was ejected from the bed, and he stared at it in confusion before looking back at Alraada. "Uh-Um-I'll fix it, darling! I must have done something, I'm sorry!" He got up and started tugging on the bed. "Come on, move!" He spat. The bed seemed to be magnetized to the wall, as if it were still trying to get away.

Hoping the boy heeded her word on Alti, she boarded the plane without any hesitation, shocked at the opulence. It was as if a rich bastard owned it as his private jet, and commoners were allowed to board. One thought bothered her, however. Her potential soulmate. She listed off all the worst case scenarios in her head, ranging from someone she didnt know, someone she didn't like, or something she really didn't like. thankfully, her burning question was solved with a simple pairing of numbers.
Thank God.

It was someone who looked normal, rather than that disgusting molester latching himself on the asshole. He'd be the one to take the brunt of his antics, and that was a relief, albeit two wrongs don't make a right. The man's presence was comforting in a sense, that he didn't mean to insult or assault her in their first meeting.

Huh. Some people didn't feel sparks fly immediately like everyone else with this experiment. At least she wasn't alone in that regard, and it was better than nothing. She took a few steps toward her supposed soulmate and pointed to their hotel room.

"Shall we?"

He stopped trying to pull at the bed and sat down on it instead, allowing her to let off some steam. "Yes, OF COURSE, will do!" He was back to his chipper attitude once more. "But I really did mean what I said earlier! It is an honor! And it's nice to see you can stand up for yourself!" He smiled once more beneath the mask before jumping to his feet. He grabbed his suit case and unzipped one of the front pockets, pulling out a small portable stereo.

"Let's get back to the fun stuff, huh?" He flipped the on switch and work out music started to play. "And a one and a two!" He jumped up onto his bed and grabbed his pillow, running at Alraada. "PILLOW FIIIIIIGHT!" He screamed, aiming at her right shoulder.

Vale raised an eyebrow at the familiar sound. He chose not to mention it. After all, one of his legs was clearly mechanical. If he didn't ask questions, perhaps she wouldn't either.
"Of course I'm still angry!" He said cheerily. "That's why we're having a pillow fight!" He swung again, harder, this time at her left leg. "You should never leave a situation upset, so we're working it out! Like a couple should!"