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Cole walked up to the dorm door and sighed. He didn't like the thought of being alone with Flint...well, the thought wasn't bad actually, for some reason, but actually being alone, no. He didn't like being alone with anyone. He only brought a notebook with a pencil and drink for himself, so then Flint couldn't offer him one. He always hated that. He knocked on the door lightly.

Flint opened the door with his usual perky energy and grin. "Hey, C-" He stopped himself with a small cough and smiled innocently. "Hey, Cole. Come on in." He moved out of the way for him to come in, humming quietly. Luckily his roommate was out, leaving him to work on the project with Cole, which seemed to be at very big odds with Cole. The teacher had grouped them together and while Flint was ecstatic to get closer to his mate, Cole was still reluctant it seemed. Which hurt Flint a bit, but then again Cole was Cole. As Masami said, it'd take time.

Cole almost smiled back, Flint's smile for some reason making him want to. He stopped himself quickly and hummed. "Hi Flint." He replied, and hesitantly walked in. He was tense, which was normal for him, if anything a bit more so now. He scanned the room briefly. He didn't go into many people's dorms, and was currently without a room mate. Not that he was complaining, but it was weird to see so much decor.

Flint closed the door behind him and felt Cole's tension. He was too tense for just working on a project. He noticed his brief scan of the room and hummed more, pausing to bend slightly and blow a cold breath on the back of Cole's neck in a playful manner. "Calm down, I don't bite. Go ahead and sit down." He waved to the blue beanbag chair and sat in a similar one beside him. He picked up his own notebook and pencil, sitting down in his chair.

Cole jumped at the cold breath running down his neck and turned his head to Flint, following him with his eyes. He simply nodded and followed, sitting in the empty chair, shifting slightly. "You're aware of what we're doing, right? Or do you need a recap?" He questioned, opening his notebook.

Flint looked at him and rested his chin in his palm, elbow on his knee. "No, not at all. I forgot as soon as you walked in. Care to remind me?" He teased lightly, smiling with a playful glint in his eyes. He observed Cole, looking him up and down before meeting his eyes again, twirling his pencil in with his fingers. He couldn't help the small reaction to Cole in general. He hummed lightly, gazing at him.

Cole frowned at the tease, onoy because he knew it was Flint teasing him. "You don't remember anything before me walking in? Too bad I can't say the same. I think I dazed dueing class though, so jog that memory up." He said sarcastically, and looked to his book and scanned over his notes.

Flint smirked and cooed. "Nice one, Cute Snack. I remember. Research something significant to Spanish culture and create a representation of it." He smiled innocently and leaned over to look at Cole's notes. He got the idea and blew a cool breath just below Cole's ear. "Got any ideas so far?"

Cole blinked at the nicknames and felt his cheeks warm slightly, although was unsure why. He looked up with a small shiver and lifted his hand with his pencil and tapped his forhead withbit. "Distance, you ass." He said, wanting to gain that relationship from before the dance, more distant both philysically and emotionally.

"Oh I'm sorry. You're a magnet so it's hard to resist staying away from you." He winked and laughed at his own very cheesy pick up line, but grinned none the less. He nipped the end of the pencil, smirking at Cole's shiver. Looks like that might be a weak point for him.

Cole rolled his eyes and scooted away from him, taking his pencil back as well. He wiped the erasure and then gave a small nod. "I was thinking food from either Mexican or Spain." He said, flipping a few pages to a page with two lists. They were both different foods from each country.

Flint huffed. "What? I didn't like my joke? I thought it was good." He whined. "I'll have to think of a better one." He smirked before he hummed and nodded. "Sure. We can do that. I can do the Spain recipe and you could do the Mexican? Or whatever you prefer." He suggested, glancing at Cole.

Cole sighed and simply ripped the page out. "Just choose one, two tops. We don't want to make too much." He said, and quickly casted a non verbal spell for a clean cut between the list. He handed the Spain list to Flint. "That it then?"

Flint hummed and took the list, scanning the list. "Well no. We have to choose the two we want and then go to the cafeteria and ask the cooks to see if we have the ingredients. And if not we'll have to have them ordered. Good thing this isn't due until next Friday, hm?" He smiled and found an interesting one he had his eyes on.

"I can get hold of ingredients fine, I can stop a near by store, and I go to the human world every now and then if we can't find something there . You'll be test taster." He said, and stood to get some distance. "You choose one, I'll choose another "

Flint frowned, standing as well after a few moments. "You know, this is a group-partner ship. And in the scenario you are elaborating, I am doing the bare minimum." He felt bad for saying something, but he couldn't take not saying anything, considering the last official time that they talked was at the dance. "It kinda sounds like you're trying to avoid me. Or make this as distant prone as possible. You might be comfortable with that. But I'm not." His frown deepened and he crossed his arms, his eyes on Cole. "So, mind telling me more of what the problem is?" He silently cursed as he knew he breached the line between their previous conversation, which was about the project, to the elephant in the room, their status on communication.

Cole blinked, then shook his head. "I didn't mean me cooking both, I'm fine with each ofbus cooking a meal, I just...don't have the best taste buds." He made up an excuse, truth being he knew he'd just throw it up quickly. He swallowed atvthe next statement though. "I try and advoid everybody. I don't like people. Especially being so close to them." He said, shifting. He hadn't meant to come of...however he did, was just trying to isolate himself, not build a type of relationship.

Flint listened intently, watching him with sincere eyes. He hummed at his last statement, ignoring the inert reaction to it. He took a breath before walking around to face him, arms still crossed. "Well, now that the project's cleared up." He looked at him, eyes on his. "Understandable. But I've made it clear I'm not going anywhere. I'll be the biggest pain in your ass for however long it takes. I'm not going to hurt you. If I was, I would've done it a while ago. I'm respecting your boundaries because I actually have an interest and concern, which I've voiced." He took a risky step forward, putting them level with each other. "But don't push me away without knowing me or my intentions first, Cole. Please." He gave him a genuine look, his eyes coming off pleading in a way he didn't know he was portraying, his more introvert feelings showing.

Cole's eyes went soft for a moment as he looked to Flint, butbhe dropped it quickly and hummed, looking away. "I'm sure that's true, but it's simply who I am. Nothing personal, just my views on people." He said, and looked down to his notebook. "I was thinkiing for Mexican we could do tacos. Not the plain American style, like actual tacos." He said, changing the topic, hoping it'd stay changed.

Flint nodded and let out a small quiet huff at Cole looking away. He didn't say anything more on the subject, but that didn't mean he didn't want to. He hummed in agreement. "Tacos would be great for Mexican. I'll do Paella Valenciana for Spain. It sounds like a good dish. We just need the ingredients for both now." He raised a brow at him, hands dropping from their crossed position.

Cole gave a small nod at his choice of food. "Sounds good." He said. "I'll go shopping for them later, bring you your ingredients." He walked past Flint and to the chair he sat on. He grabbed his water bottle. "That all than?"

"Nope, Cute Snack. You're stuck here." He joked, giving him a small playful smile that didn't quite meet his eyes. "You don't mind if I tag along? Besides, two is better than one, much faster. We could split up to get them." He suggested. Did it sound like a poor attempt to stay in his company? Yes. Did he care? No. He liked to be around Cole, reguardless of his sometimes snippy manner with him. Maybe it was the bond, maybe not. But he still wanted Cole around.

Cole swallowed at the offer, but sighed. "Fine. You find your shit, I'll find mine." He said, and headed for the door. "I'll meet you outside in ten, I hae to do a few things.

"Okay, Entrance in ten and making it a date." He smiled, and it reached his eyes more this time. Flint was surprised he agreed but was happy he did. He went to his closet to get a bag, humming.

Cole rolled his eyes and stepped out, heading to his dorm. Now he'd have to come back before his work shift started, which he didnt like.

Cole simply hummed, not feeling the light pat to his ass considering the pillows. He rested his head on his shoulder. He lifted his head when he spoke and rolled his eyes at his words and dropped himself from Flint's arms, catching the pillows. "Go change, I'll wait out here."

Flint whined and pecked his cheek, picking out a pair of sweats and heading to the bathroom. He closed the door with a wink, quickly getting dressed and brushing his teeth. He came out a few minutes later in just his sweats, depositing his dirty clothes in the basket by the door. He smiled, hands on his hips, stuffing his charger and phone in his pocket. "I'm ready." He walked in front of Cole with a grin.

Cole stuffed his pillows under his arms and waited patiently, closing his eyes as his eyelids were growing heavy. He regretted it though, memories coming into his empty mind, giving a small whimper and opening his eyes before Flint came back out. When he did, he looked up and grabbed his hand. "Me too." He said, and headed for the door.

Flint frowned, having slightly heard his whimper. He held his hand tightly as he took the lead out the door to Cole's dorm, stopping about halfway. He had noticed the tired look and stature from Cole and picked him up again, pecking his temple. He rubbed his back. "Here. I'll carry you. Then you can rest." He held him close and reached the dorm door, opening it.

Cole's eyes widened when he picked him up. He went to deny him, but already knew how Flint was, so decided not to. He also wasn't against it, so just kept quiet. He rested his head on his shoulder and closed his eyes again.