[Juneberry]

((Sounds good to me. Um...Where to skip to?))

"Is it a bad one?" Sayaku asked his friend curiously, chuckling. "It's new for me to not be called by a nickname actually... I've never been called 'Sayaku' by itself as often as I have since I got here." A laugh continued from him before he began to walk the path told to them.

[Honor]

((Perhaps to when the get back to their dorm?))

"No, it's fine. I like it, actually. Olive has been my only nickname until now. Well actually there was-" She cut off as she realized who she was talking to. She had been about to mention her other nickname, Via, but she knew that was far to girly.

She searched her brain for a way to distract him from her slip-up. Surely he would want her to fnish her sentence so leaving it hanging would be impossible. "When I was really little my mom would call me songbird. Not because I could sing well or anything, but becuase I certainly sang a lot." She grinned, and seeing a turn in their path they needed to make unthinkingly placed her hand on Saya's shoulder as if to guide him. She misjudged it's location however, and her hand went a little higher, making her fingers rest on his neck. "Ah, sorry." She pulled her hand away, her fingers tingling where they had touched him.

[Juneberry]

((Kay. I shall initialize the skip in this post!))

"S'alright. Thanks for catching my attention. I almost walked into a wall...Man that's lame!" Sayaku laughed, patting his friend's back in a nonchalant manner. "Songbird huh? My mom always called me the same thing everyone else does. Saya. Though dad used to call me sport but... Eh, in general I had no special nicknames. My sister has far more then I do. I like to call her Flute 'cause it annoys her. She makes this funny face when she's annoyed..." He laughed thinking about it.

When classes ended, Sayaku headed back to the dorm room and took a seat on his bed after muttering the words 'I'm back'. He looked up in a daze at the bed above his, chuckling a bit. "Man today was a pain. But at least I got to play drums..." Sayaku was a rounded musician, but even he had a favorite instrument. "How was it for you, Olive?"

((Sorry I basically forced your character in ;-; It was the first thing I could think to say that didn't make Sayaku sound like he was insanely talking to himself 'cause I dunno if Olivia/er is there or not.))

[Honor]

((Oh it's fine, lol it would be funny if he was talking to himself... but I'm not that cruel.... most of the time, so she's there ^_^ ))

She felt chagrined at his nonchalant reaction to her touch. Hadn't he felt the same tingling sensation that she had? She knew he didn't see her as the lest bit feminine, but there had to something that might get him to realize, on a physical level, that she was in fact a girl. Not that she should want that. She should want him to be just as oblivious as he seemed to be. However his noticing nothing... it irked her, and bruised her pride. It was a petty thing, she knew, but it made her want to make her female nature more known. But she would not do that. She could not do that. She took a deep breath and looked at Saya from the corner of her eye. The breath went out of her as did much of her resolve, but she continued to believe she would not act on these petty feelings.

Olivia lay on her back, staring at the ceiling as Sayaku came in. She smiled as he recounted his day. When he asked her about hers she moved so that her body hung a little of her bunk so she could peer down at him. "Pretty good. As far as school goes that is. We're painting shapes in my art class, trying to get shading down and what-not."

[Juneberry]

"Don't hang too far over the edge or you'll fall." Sayaku replied with a simple expression of concern on his face. His lips weren't smiling or frowning, but they did turn into a smile quickly. "Glad your day was okay. Shading shapes huh? I wonder if that's more fun than going over chords..." He chuckled. "Though chords are cool for guitars, I was working on drums today. So it wasn't like I was able to do the same exact thing as everyone else. Though I did love improv..."

[Honor]

Olivia laughed and rolled her eyes. "I'm not going to fa-" She was cut off as her sheets slipped from her fingers and she began a downward descent. Before she really fell however she caught herself. She let out a deep breathe of relief and opened her eyes after having squeezed them shut when she had started to fall. She found herself nose to nose, quite literally since their noses were just barely touching, with Saya. Their faces were so close and all Olivia could think of was how she hoped her breath did not stink since he would no doubt be able to smell it in this close proximity. She cleared her throat. "Um, improv, sounds cool. What did you do?" She heard herself ask as if she were not in a potentially awkward situation.

[Juneberry]

Even Sayaku found that particular position to be awkward, and thus leaned back to slide out from under his head, putting a hand on each shoulder. "You want to come down instead?" He looked at the other with concern. "Improv is simple really. All we do is have one group start- usually drums like me- with a beat or a tune. Then everyone joins in adding or changing things to their hearts content to make something unique. In music it's usually called a jam session, but I call it improv since it's not like we're jamming something specific..."

[Honor]

Olivia felt very embarrassed and she hoped that if there was any mercy in the world that the blush she could feel on her face was somehow not visible. "Yeah..." She said in responsive to his question. Her voice sounded a bit shaky and nervous. She cleared her throat. "Yeah, except that, um, I'm not exactly sure how..." She said referring to her position. She was unable to pull herself back up, and is she got herself down it would mean going down head first.

"That make me think of splatter paint. We just take a paint brush of different colors and fling the paint on a blank sheet. It's a lot of fun." She said to him, attempting to keep the conversation going like she wasn't hanging on to her bed unable to move.

[Juneberry]

"Getting off shouldn't be too hard. I'll be right here to catch ya. Hm... I got an idea. I used to do this when my sister would fall out of bed too. Do you trust me to keep you steady? I'm gonna take your hands and step backward and when I get far enough, I want you to let go of the bed with your legs. I'll use all my strength to pull you toward me so you should be able to land on your feet."

[Honor]

Olivia nodded, and then because she didn't feel like the nod was enough she said, "Yes, I trust you." The words came out strangle, as if she were breathless, which she wasn't, but at the same time she felt a tightening in her chest. "I'm beginning to think that I'm a lot like your little sister." She added with a small laugh.
((Short post is short ^^; ))

[Juneberry]

"Eh. Only in the sense that you fall over the bed like this. I prefer you as a roommate then my sister. Trust me." And then, he tugged slightly, waiting for the moment his friend would fall properly from the bed. When it came, he pulled quickly so that instead of falling on his face, Oliver was pulled by force towards Sayaku, who was able to lift him enough to put him on his feet. "That's better, ain't it?"

((S'okay. Sorry I didn't give you time to respond to the pull. I didn't want my post to be so lame that it was like a sentence ><))

[Honor]

((It's okay :) ))

Olivia felt his hands tug her down and part of her wanted to resist, telling her she had only known his two days and there was no way he could be trusted. Yet, she wanted to trust, and she did trust, so as he pulled her down she did not resist. In fact, she felt very much like rag doll in his hands, unable to anything but what she was directed to do.

Then she started to fall and she felt his hands tug her again, upward this time, and then it was over and she was staring up at him with a doe-eyed expression on her face. When she realized this she blinked and looked away. What had he asked her? Oh, yes, now she remembered. "Yeah, a lot." She gave him a grateful smile.

[Juneberry]

He chuckled a bit, ruffling the other boy's hair in a playful manner. "Good. It's better not to get stuck up there like that. Be careful not to let it happen again kay? I don't want to find out it happened again if I'm not here..." He smiled, adding, "Though in a way it's hopefully just that I jinxed you to have it happen. If that's the case I'm most definitely sorry."

[Honor]

Olivia laughed. "I'll definitely try. If you hear a loud thump in the middle of the night you know what happened." She joked playfully as he ruffled her hair. It was a nice feeling, his hand in her hair, it calmed her heart rate. She smiled at his comment about jinxes. With her luck it would happen again.

Suddenly a thought formed in her mind, a way to thank Saya and possibly take his mind off her embarrassing exploit. "Could I paint you? Ah, your portrait that is." She said a little nervously. She hadn't painted anyone outside her family or models in her art classes. Most of the faces she made up in her head.

[Juneberry]

"Sure. If you want to." He simply shrugged in response, not really phased about the idea either way. "Any way you want me to sit for it? Oh and good thing you didn't mean using me as an easel. While I don't mind getting dirty, I'd really rather not be full of paint when I go shower next time. It'd make the water look weird."

He laughed a bit, moving to sit on his bed again. He looked at Oliver curiously still, scratching his cheek for no noticeable reason. "I don't know what would be interesting about me to paint though."

[Honor]

Olivia laughed. "You sure? I think it would make the water look like a rainbow. It would be an interesting shower if nothing else." She grinned at him. As for how he should sit... she closed her eyes and thought for a moment. A smile slowly spread across her lips. It doesn't matter what you do, just keep you eyes open." She told him.

"There are plenty of interesting things about you to paint. There always is, on everyone, as long as the painter looks close enough to spot it." She said, pulling out her art supplies. She set up a stand and canvas and got her paints out. "Are you ready?" she asked.