[Elijah was a nice name, if he was being honest. A nice name for an attractive boy, and Proko spent far too long rolling it over in his head as he watched the other boy. So long, in fact, that he almost lost his rhythm and nearly stepped on Elijah's foot. Nearly. He caught himself at the last second, smiling sheepishly.]
Me? Make excuses? Nah.
[The compliment made him feel warm though, and his smile brightened. He'd come a long way from being aloof and friendless like he'd been in his freshman year at Aglionby, but sometimes he wondered if he'd learned how to be charismatic on his own or if K had rubbed off on him. Maybe he'd actually been charismatic from the start and had only needed a gentle push to discover it about himself.
Charismatic or not though, some days he still felt horribly alone. He tried not to dwell on it, didn't think about all of the things that set him apart from other people, but it was hard. It was probably part of why it was so easy for him to lavish attention on anyone who caught his eye though; he knew how much it sucked to be alone and everyone deserved to feel special to someone.]
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Me? Make excuses? Nah.
[The compliment made him feel warm though, and his smile brightened. He'd come a long way from being aloof and friendless like he'd been in his freshman year at Aglionby, but sometimes he wondered if he'd learned how to be charismatic on his own or if K had rubbed off on him. Maybe he'd actually been charismatic from the start and had only needed a gentle push to discover it about himself.
Charismatic or not though, some days he still felt horribly alone. He tried not to dwell on it, didn't think about all of the things that set him apart from other people, but it was hard. It was probably part of why it was so easy for him to lavish attention on anyone who caught his eye though; he knew how much it sucked to be alone and everyone deserved to feel special to someone.]
You're just a good teacher.