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Yeager was in a terrific mood for one reason—he had a new car. Finally, after his grandmother had totaled his own one, he had a fancy, shiny automobile. He could go places without begging a ride off his parents, he could have a life again. He had been restricted to his house for a while, mainly playing video games and eating. A good reason he wanted to escape the place was because of his sister being her usual, terrible self. After she attempted murder, he was considering the fact that she may need some help. His parents had said he was overreacting, but almost being suffocated by your teenage sister was some kind of traumatizing. Not that she wasn't usually mean and scary and just a freaking tasmanian devil. Something seriously wrong with that girl, actually.

He walked across the courtyard with his hands in his pockets, his jacket new and clean and him looking fabulous as usual. Yeager always had the best clothes, he made a point of it. The gay jokes did not bother him, because he knew how heterosexual he was, and it wouldn't matter if he was anyway. Being called gay was not an insult, so he did not even consider that a form of bullying. The snow crunched underneath his boots and he nodded his head to some people he knew lingering around the lawn. He was what would you consider popular or cool in the fact that he knew pretty much everyone. Whether or not they liked him was left unsaid. Sometimes not, and that was when fights started. He did not like to get into fights, but they happened, unfortunately. There was no controlling what happened.

He knew he shouldn't, but he really wanted to skiv off class, and the best place to do that was the bell tower. He had failed one class last year due to his laziness, but he figured not going to some wouldn't be too terrible for him. So he made his way up the stairs, tugging at the scarf around his neck. He reached the top and saw a girl there, long brown hair, and she looked somewhat familiar. The Water student held up his hand, shook his head. ”No, it's cool, I'm just skipping class.” He wasn't going to hide it from a student. He couldn't remember anyone ever selling him out for truancy. He leaned back for a moment, letting his eyes roam her body before meeting hers again and pointed a finger. ”You're uh...Kiya, is it? Wind leader.” He didn't know most of the leaders, but he had heard of her. She wasn't a part of any of the alliances, so he was at least reassured. He lifted a hand in a sort-of wave. ”Yeager.” It's what everyone called him, but his first name was Elliot. Only his parents and relatives called him that.

At first, the Water boy had no idea of how uncomfortable she was in this situation. And then she spoke, and he had a little bit of a cue. He hadn't meant to freak her out or anything by knowing who she was, he tried his best to ease into his introductions. Which was a lot, coming from a guy who had a healthy coating of douche bag around his shell. He was friendly, but in the way that you had to wonder if he had any morals. He had a lot of them, surprisingly, he was a good guy underneath the jerk facade he usually presented to a classroom full of kids. "Yeah, I have a few friends in Wind, so that's how I know. I'm not a stalker or anything creepy, in case you're worried about that." He shrugged, a half-smile on his face, and he did not look anything like a stalker or a creepy person. He had friends in pretty much every element. Every element that was not an enemy. Thunder and Fire were his exceptions because they were just so fun to fuck with. He had a sadistic streak in him, he'd admit to that. It wasn't too bad, because again, there were morals in there. Somewhere. He did not want people to think that his parents raised him wrong or anything, because he respected them too much to let them down like that. But he'd already let them down a lot in his lifetime. It was something he'd become exceptional at.

He leaned back, nodded when she complemented his name, and he was still getting some awkward vibes from her. The boy wondered if that was just her, or if he was making her uncomfortable somehow. And this was when he was actually being a nice guy! "It's my last name, actually, but everyone just calls me that," he explained to her, ruffling up the back of his curly head with a hand. "My first name is Elliot, but if you ever say that around anyone else you'll just confuse them." That's what happened when you went by a name for so long. If you start going by something else, everyone who ever knew you would be utterly confused. So the Yeager thing started in middle school and just sort of stuck, and he even told some of his teachers to call him by his last name. A lot of them may have been adamantly against it at first until they realized just how many people referred to him by his last name. She asked what brought him here, and he spread out his hands in a sort of half-hearted gesture. "Just figured it'd be the perfect place for class skipping. Has a nice view and everything." There was no real reason he came here other than to avoid authority figures. He pointed to her then, or rather her purse and said, "Legend of Zelda? Pretty badass." He wasn't big on games, but he knew his way around quite a few. He wouldn't be a teenager in this day and age if he didn't.

Yeager's eyes glittered with amusement when he spoke. He always seemed to be entertaining a joke in his head, because he was always joking. It was his outer shell, and inner shell as well. His insides were a colorful wig and big shoes. "Oh no, they said that you were really mean and that you kick puppies in your free time. So I was like, whoa, hopefully I don't meet her." Then he tilted his head as if considering something. "But I also heard that you were pretty, so I'm not disappointed." Leave it to him to be a flirt, but he was a guy and Kiya was pretty, so there you have it. Besides, he never gave out undeserved compliments. The boy was by no means a suck up, and he said it how it is, no sugar-coating. It might have made him a jerk, but so be it. He wouldn't change for anything.

He snorted, hands in his pockets. "If it was interesting, people would be calling me it," he said dryly. He liked his first name, sure, but people had just adapted to calling him by his last name over the years. The genesis of it couldn't be traced, he just accepted it as something that happened over the years. He even told his teachers that he preferred it as his nickname, just because he wouldn't respond to anyone calling him that save for his parents. "Yeah, I do actually. Well, did. Right now I'm on a Mario Kart kick." Maybe she'd been expecting Skyrim or MW3, but nope. Yeager was a hardcore Mario fan. "So you're a gamer, huh? I have to admire the patience. Mostly what happens when I play is I yell at the scream, throw the controller, and curse out Peach." It wasn't that bad most of the time, but there was a reason that he wasn't too big on games. But there was little else to do when chilling with his buds.

He leaned back against the wall, tugging on his scarf so that it wouldn't itch now that he was rather warm. There wasn't heat, and the castle could get rather drafty, but it was better than roaming around outside. But he didn't mind much, considering he was a Water elemental. He had a sort of natural affinity for the cold and snow, so he didn't notice how freezing it may have been for, say, an Earth. "Didn't ask what you're doing up here, though..." the Water said, leaving it open-ended to let her answer it. There were many reasons to go up to the belltower, but it wasn't generally the hot hang-out spot. The cliffs was where it's at. And the wilderness, too. Anywhere a student could do something and not get noticed by a teacher.

Yeager was glad to know that she could dish out what he gave. He didn't think he'd be getting along with people who took his teasing to heart. They were the ones that got exasperated by him, and they were few. Apparently, Miss Legend of Zelda Purse was not going to be that type. So he laughed, his shoulders rising as he shook his head. ”Thank you,” he said with the enthusiasm of someone who'd just won an award. ”But I'm sure you're lying to me. I mean, you're like freaking hot. So I just can't believe that people don't point it out.” He said it with the seriousness of someone who believed it, and even though his intention was a joke it was honest. How could someone not acknowledge beauty when they saw it? And this chick was obviously pretty, so he assumed that people should have told her that often, whether it was her girl friends or her family or guys trying to hit on her. He might have fit into the last category if he was actually the sleazebag he pretended to be. Oddly enough, he wasn't the hit it and quit it type. Only sometimes. Most of the time you could find Elliot Yeager in a committed relationship.

It seemed she was very committed to her opinions, and he tilted his head when she defended her opinion on his name. ”You're one of the first, aside from my parents.” They'd named him, after all. It was a joint effort of his mother and his fathers, and he had a feeling that there was a hat full of papers involved. After all, there was no real reason behind it, it was not a family name or a celebrity name or anything important. ”I just kind of get freaked out when people call me that because I feel like I'm in trouble.” That was when it was used most often. His girlfriends had called him by his first name, of course, but some of them even tried for cutesy nicknames that sometimes made his stomach turn. He remembered an instance of Ellipoo, and almost cringed at the memory. That was...just not very okay by his standards.

Someone who played Legen of Zelda respecting him for playing Mario Kart made him feel like hot shit. He played other games with his buddies when that was what they were into. Like any good friend, he was a chameleon. If someone was into this or that, then he would oblige them with doing whatever they wanteed. ”Yeah, I'm just so pro at it. But it's no big deal.” He spoke it with a mock sense of entitlement, but he did feel a lot of pride considering he could make Rainbow Road his bitch. That gave him bragging rights in the gaming world. ”Oh dear god, please don't tell me you're one of the kids making lewd comments about my mother on Live.” With his smile, it was clear that he did not think Kiya as the type to be the annoying little ten-year-olds with an X-box who learned their first curse words. She seemed pretty chill, as most chicks who played games were. That earned some points in a lot of guys' books, he thought. And hey, she was pretty for one. Most people who sat in front of a screen all day had acne all over and Cheeto fingers. Not very attractive at all.

It was strange that she seemed to have to think about it, but it intrigued him as well. He didn't know what many people did up here besides smoke. The cliffs were actually a better place to do things against the rules, since many teachers didn't go up there or anything. At her beginning explanation, he lifted an eyebrow, still keeping a smile in place. Then she went on to say that she came up to think, and he laughed. ”Hey, I could go all Shrek and like haul you over my shoulder and bring you back to Lord Farquad with my donkey sidekick. Or if you want to stay up here chilling...I have time to kill.” The Water was skipping, which meant a lot of time. He felt this was at least deserved, he'd been doing well in school for once. This little blip on his attendance would be nothing.

Yeager thought that she was actually pretty cute in her response. Like she actually didn't get it a lot. Or even flirted a lot. The Link purse didn't give it away that she was a gamer nerd, because he tried not to make judgments like that. Okay, that was a little too liberal for someone like him, considering he followed the elemental alliances like a good boy. "Should get it more often then." he said it with his usual Yeager charm that just everybody loved. That was definitely one good thing about him, when a lot of people might complain about certain things like him being a dickbag. He smiled and nodded when Kiya said that she would call him Yeager, but he truly wouldn't mind if she called him Elliot because that just meant trouble for him. "Thanks, really," he said, because he was a polite guy all in all. Seriously, he had it in him to be chill like that.

Yeager blinked as he was...could this be a challenge? Yes, as he was challenged by the girl. She even came up to him and jabbed him in the chest like this was serious business. Oh boy. "Uh huh? All right, you're on then. I think we need to exchange contact information." Or was this just his completely subtle way of asking for her number? He had such mad skills that it could be hard to tell. It wasn't hard to tell that he actually liked this girl, but he generally liked everyone who didn't piss him off in the first meeting. So maybe he was more of a sucker for passing immediate judgment than he always thought. He lifted his eyebrow at her response. "Oh, so your the kind that's always calling me a faggot, yep." Yeager didn't think he sounded like a gay guy, which was great considering he was straight and raised by gay men. Lucas had a bit of a lisp, the one that all men of his generation developed at a young age, but Richard did not at all.

He was glad to hear her laugh, he always liked it when people found him funny. Yeager pretty much lived to make people laugh, which was why he made a caricature of himself half the time. "Oh my god, that is bestiality," he said as if shocked. "Or mytholog...ity..." He narrowed his eyes, trying to think of what it would be called to date an ogre. Because that's what Fiona was...until she turned into an ogre too. God, that was confusing when he tried to actually think about it. It was better not to insert logic into animated movies. "And no, I wouldn't think so. But you never know with Donkey around, I think he'd hook you up." He was the anachronism of the movie, he thought, like Genie in Aladdin. He just did not fit in with the time and place.

Flirting may have been a little problem for Yeager. Not necessarily a problem because everyone liked flirting, right? But he did it a lot. Except when he had a girlfriend. He was a loyal guy and he would never do that that to his girl. So he believed that his flirting put it out there that he was a single guy...on the prowl. Actually, that made it sound weird. He wasn't really on the prowl, sneaking around and looking for woman to seduce. He just chatted them up, looking for someone he liked. He was a simple dude like that. He rarely had drama in relationships, and he tried his best not to cause them. So he believed he did a good job of that with Kiya, giving all the signals of a single dude. And when she took out her phone, he hurriedly grabbed his own and pulled it out, saying, "Whoa whoa," as she told him her number. Yeager hurriedly added it to his contacts. "Oh my god, give a man more warning." He'd gotten it, though, and returned the phone to his pocket. She should be honored, if it didn't make him girly he would have added a heart or a winky face next to her name.

He wrinkled his nose as if totally turned off by his behavior. The funny thing is she was probably more passionate about things than him. Probably more manly, but not in the "I don't shave my legs" way, but the "I could drink you under a table" way. It was cool, actually, and he liked girls like that. He liked girls in general and they could do whatever they liked, but he enjoyed Kiya's personality already. "Keepin' it clean on Live, go you," he said teasingly. "Meanwhile I'm mainly just getting angry with myself." Or the controller buttons. And okay, maybe he called out a few mothers here and there. But he wasn't too pro at games, mostly because he was outside a lot more. Half of his buddies rarely saw the light of day. And when they did, it was the most terrifying experience.

He lifted an eyebrow when she told him that Donkey apparently presented competition to him. Well that wasn't good, he didn't want to be shown up by a talking animal. "Eddie Murphy is my competition?" he said incredulously. "I am like, so much funnier than him." The boy spoke with a posh accent as he rolled his eyes, clearly not pleased by the idea Eddie Murphy might be better than him. But then he thought about the techy part and said, "Now that I mention it, there are a lot of weird anachronisms in that movie. Like, it's the middle ages right? Did they even have waffles back then?" He wasn't the best at history, but he knew some basic facts. But finding logic in Shrek was like trying to find logic in Spongebob. Though it was obvious that the latter was a little harder to find logic in. Fire underwater, nothing could ever get better than that in terms of what the fuckery in cartoons.