we're forever ; y o u n g. [pacey]

[AVERY JUNNOSUKE KAEL]

Avery let his arms stretch over his head as he walked to Maple Hollow, groaning slightly as he heard bones crack. It was just after his shift ended (which was usually when school ended too) and usually instead of heading back to his apartment which he despised with all his being, Avery headed to either the ice cream parlour or the park. He was a grown man, he could so whatever the hell he pleased. And besides, the idea of going to an empty apartment wasn't appealing. Mostly the reason why he hated going back to it. Avery was the kind of guy who liked to surround himself with people (even if they were strangers) because the feeling of loneliness was just--it was uncomfortable, to say the least, so he spent most his time in Maple Hollow, where he'd at least be able to wander, meet new people, bump into familiar ones, and grab an ice cream while he was there. The man had a mental age of a five year old. Sugar was literally what he lived and craved for. Just--anything, to prevent him from going back to his apartment too soon. Maybe he should get a pet or something. Or someone to settle down with. You see, he never actually had anything serious in his lifetime. Plenty of flings, but nothing more than that. Probably had to do with his flirtatious nature, but Avery never saw the appeal of settling down in the first place. Growing up in the environment he did, 'love' wasn't something that was beautiful or cherished. Rather, it was just something that slipped through your fingers, no matter how hard you grasped it.

Bleh. Now he was getting depressed. Maybe getting an ice cream wouldn't be so bad.

Avery was now sitting on a park bench, happily licking away at his ice cream as he watched little kids screaming and playing and their parents on their phones or looking extremely worn out. A wave of nostalgia hit him, and a bittersweet smile spread across his face before Avery finished off his ice cream. Avery faintly wondered what it'd be like raising a child--no doubt people would fear for his child. And probably for good reason too, considering how he is usually. At least he and his child would be connected together mentally? Okay, Avery always liked kids, but actually having to raise one? Seemed tough, and he didn't think anybody wanted a mini carbon copy of Avery running around. The original was scary enough with all the flirting and insistence of cuddling. Brushing his hands together to get excess crumbs off, he jumped up from his spot on the bench and with a little bounce to his step, he walked over to an empty seat on the swings and sat there. Hey, you can't blame him, and there were plenty of other open seats on the swings as well! But Avery did receive a lot of annoyed looks from parents. He couldn't help but cringe away from their stares. Yeesh, people needed to lighten up! So all he did was offer a smile in return and hoped they stop judging him so hard.

He was just a grown man on a swing. Deal with it.

[PACEY LUCAS BAEK]

Sometimes when Pacey got particularly bored, he decided that just wandering the Academy halls and grounds wasn't even good enough. It was what he tended to do when he had nothing else to do anyway, but that was how things went. It seemed like everyone was just way too busy right now to want to talk, which was kind of sad but alright -- Pacey got that other people got busy. It was funny because he seemed to be the only person these past few days who wasn't up to his neck in homework, but meh, maybe he'd just gotten lucky with his teachers or something. Pacey wasn't about to complain about it, definitely not, he just wished that he had a friend around or something to hang around with. A change of scenery would be good, he figured, seeing as there wasn't much to do at the Academy anyway so at the very least he could head into town and get some fresh air or something. It was finally warmer (and less wet, ugh), which was always nice -- he left with a light hoodie and his jeans and found that this was perfectly comfortable. Hating that he wouldn't be able to drive (on his own at least) until this September, he decided to take the bus instead. He didn't know the bus routes that well or anything, unfortunately, so he just got off when he recognized a little bit of where he was. The boy was hopeless with most things, honestly, but a couple years of practice taking the bus from the Academy and to town had at least shown him how to hand over the money and all that jazz... and at least he hadn't gotten lost.

He didn't have a particular destination in mind though, and so of course he was wandering again. He hopped over into a convenience store when he saw one and bought himself two jumbo bars of chocolate... just because he liked chocolate and at least eating gave him something to do. One bar he unwrapped immediately, the other was too big to carry around too so he shoved into his backpack -- it was empty except for a few random things, as he'd dumped all his homework back in his dorm, but he always felt weird without having something there on his back or something. He heard that people got suspicious of teenagers with backpacks, as if they thought the kids were shoplifting or something, but it was of no concern to Pacey -- his bag was almost always empty when he went out and hey, he never would have the need or the desire to steal anything. He waved at the shopkeeper as he left and then headed straight, knowing that the park was up ahead. There were probably a couple of smaller parks in Maple Hollow, but this was the biggest (from what he'd been able to tell) and the one he knew best. He looked like he was wandering around in the park aimlessly but really he made practically a beeline for the playground, wanting to climb on the monkey bars or something. Unfortunately he found once he got there that there were kids all over the place -- which was to be expected at a playground -- and this put him off for a while until he saw a familiar man over on the swings.

There were a couple of other empty swings, too. Opting for the one right next to Avery, he hopped onto it from behind and greeted, "Yo. How's it goin'?" He grinned. "Why do I feel like all these parents really hate you right now?" Indeed, the parents of the little kids really did seem to be sending Avery nasty looks... and Pacey too, now that he thought about it. Oops.

[AVERY JUNNOSUKE KAEL]

Okay, so maybe the sight of Avery sitting on a swing that's a little to small for him was weird. Or maybe it just the whole aspect of a grown man on a playground who obviously didn't have any children. Either way, Avery was beginning to feel more and more uncomfortable under the stares of irritated parents and was just about to jump off and run away when someone startled him. Turning his head, Avery realized it was Pacey, a student at the Academy, and he grinned in return. "Yo," he replied back, ignoring all the growing amount of annoyed stares that Pacey brought along with him. The Earth looked way to young to be sixteen--mostly the reason why Avery doted on him--but with his bright hair it was obvious he wasn't a kid, though Avery could see why sometimes people would assume so. Pacey was baby faced and just so...adorable. And the backpack he carried around didn't help that fact. Just reminded Avery of little kindergartners on their way to school with a too-big-backpack on their shoulders. "Other than the obvious..." he started, side glancing at the parents before sending a cheeky grin at Pacey. "I'm good! Just had an ice cream~" Avery wiggled in his swing, the sugar rush starting to make itself present; he practically lived on sugar. Avery turned so he was somewhat facing Pacey and smirked, joking, "What are you doing here? I thought children weren't supposed to wander without their parents?" It wasn't a secret that the young Earth looked like a child. It was what made him so lovable to the nurse. Baby faced and chubby cheeks, and so Avery reached out to pinch Pacey's cheek with a look of endearment on his face. "And shouldn't you be doing your homework?"

Avery shrugged, now not even daring to look up. "They probably do," he whispered, his eyes wide. Really! What was so wrong with a man on a swing! There were plenty of seats leftover for their children! Not Avery's fault they couldn't keep their pants on and created their little monsters. Yeesh. And so he jumped off from his seat, and instead went behind Pacey to push him slightly on the swing. At a passing parent, Avery ducked his head, grinning, and pointed down at the Earth. "This is my son." Hey, at least Pacey looked the part, and Avery just couldn't help it. Pacey could pass of as a ten year old, and the backpack just made a beautiful touch. Besides, Avery was told he could pass off as a young parent too. Okay, he really wasn't sure twenty-seven was young, young, but he looked young. Meh, if that was the case and Pacey really was his son, Avery would feel bad. The boy would have to deal with the fact that his father had the mental age of someone a fraction of his age. He patted Pacey on the head, barely containing his laughter. At least the stares were diminishing. Sort of. The woman near the slide was still giving him the stink eye.

[PACEY LUCAS BAEK]

Pacey probably wouldn't have normally gone up to an actual faculty member and tried to strike up a conversation in public -- nope, nope, that would be way too awkward. Had this been a teacher he'd probably have tried to avoid being seen, honestly... but Avery was a slightly different story. He was a doctor and Pacey did know that, but he preferred to be called a nurse and so this was the way Pace had always referred to him. "Dr. Kael" sounded weird and out of this world -- not in the good way! Either way Avery was very different in many ways, so Pacey had felt okay just walking up to him despite the fact that they weren't at school -- but he hoped that he wasn't bugging the dude or something. Even friendly people didn't always want to talk. "Ice cream? So jealous," he said, groaning despite the chocolate bar he was still munching on... and the extra one in his backpack. "Couldn't have bought me an extra one, huh." Of course he hadn't -- it wasn't like either of them knew that the other was going to be here. Pacey just liked food, though.

"Well that's a problem, I think I lost my parents somewhere back in Ontario," he said, his eyes wide as if actually scared. He knew from past experiences that it made him look even more like an innocent kid."Mister, you have to help me find them! Be a good citizen!" Pfft, good luck with that -- it would be really hard flying (or worse, driving) all the way to Toronto to find his parents. The bit about homework was true though, and he cringed visibly. Though he wasn't nearly as busy as many of his friends apparently were recently, this didn't mean that he didn't still have stuff to do for classes. He hadn't had an actual day without something to do in a long time. "And probably, but I can always do it when I go back later," he said, not overly concerned after the intial feeling of distaste. "Or, or, do you think I could convince someone to do it for me?" Pacey would never actually do that, though, even if he was sure he could pay someone off to do it. There were always certain lines not to be crossed.

He was a little bit confused when Avery suddenly jumped up, and he was about to ask where the man was going when he felt someone pushing him on the swing. Oh, boy. Avery's words to the parents passing by almost made Pacey laugh out loud, but luckily he refrained. It turned into an almost giggle instead (ooh, manly) but he figured that this would just help reinforce the point that he was supposed to be Avery's ten-year-old kid or something. Ugh, he was probably a little too tall to pass off as an actual kid, but hey... it was hard to tell when he was sitting on the swing anyway. He kicked his legs around a little, shaking the swing, and grinned. "Higher... Higher, Appa!" he called childishly, wiggling around in the swing, employing what he called his (actual) father in Korean to make this maybe more realistic... though Avery wasn't even Korean he didn't think, but pfft. Pace's voice naturally was also a bit too low at this point to pass as a kid anymore, but he tried his best to push it up there in pitch... Did it work? It didn't really, but he figured no one was going to say anything.

[AVERY JUNNOSUKE KAEL]

Avery didn't want to sound overconfident or anything, but it wasn't unusual for students to come up to him willingly, even if it was outside of school. He just had that...teenager side of him? Which he found odd because he thought of himself more as a five year old, but it worked. It just meant Avery was more approachable than the other faculty members. He understood that one just fine, though--some of the faculty members were just downright scary. And intimidating. And strict...of course, this was all observation. He didn't actually feel that way towards them. Sort of. "Jealous?" Avery repeated, raising his eyebrow as he snatched the chocolate bar from Pacey's hands and holding it up. Okay, maybe he shouldn't be giving Pacey "the look" because Avery's diet wasn't all that great either. Even after binging on ice cream, he'd be craving something sweet again. Laughing, he knocked the young Earth's head with the chocolate bar before returning it. "I'm a lot of things, but I don't think psychic is one of them~" He grinned, reaching out to ruffle Pacey's hair with his fingers. Was it weird to say that if he ever had a kid, Avery wanted him to look just like Pacey? Probably. But he was so adorable...and at least Avery didn't pinch his cheeks this time.

Avery bit his lip to prevent himself from hugging Pacey to his chest right then and there. His eyes made Avery want to put Pacey in a glass bowl and just keep him to watch. Was that creepy? "Pfft, I'm not accountable for you," he joked, poking Pacey's forehead. "And I also don't want to be charged with kidnapping. So I don't know you." Avery turned in swing (though it was pretty hard considering how small they made them) and tilted his chin upwards, looking up at the sky. 'Course, being Avery, he couldn't keep up a joke (even if it was already a joke in the first place) for his life, so he turned his head and cheekily grinned at Pacey. "And besides, I don't think you'd want to get into the car with me," he said, giving him a pointed gaze. Avery was a horrible driver, so he didn't like the idea of having a student hop into the car with him. He lost his concentration pretty quickly, especially if there was someone else in the car with him, so...yeah, bad idea. "Better now than later~" Avery sang, wiggling in his swing. Back when he was at the Academy, he remembered the torture that was homework. Sometimes it was worse than the bullying he received. The piles and piles of it...Avery shivered at the thought. He got sleepy easily, so doing it later actually meant just sleeping over it. "Or, or, you do it yourself?" Avery laughed, poking Pacey on the side. The nurse knew he was rich, but he also knew that the Earth wouldn't cross that line.

Hearing Pacey's "almost giggle" made Avery almost lose it. It was hard enough sticking with a joke, but actually thinking about himself having and raising a kid was just so...comical? Meh, he was always good with kids, but just the thought of actually having one under his wing made him think. Was he even father material? Could he be a good parent? All thoughts dissolved though when Pacey called out to him and Avery laughed, pushing him harder on the swing. "Oh, um, yeah...tanoshii?" Right then and there Avery was about to burst from the laughter he's been trying to refrain. Oh, and face palm, considering Pacey just called him dad in Korean and Avery responded back in Japanese if he was having fun. He snuck a glance at the surrounding parents, though they didn't seem bothered anymore. Not in the "annoyed" kind of way, just more of a "confused" kind of way? Oh well. As long as he wasn't receiving death glares anymore, but it was just too hard resisting the temptation to drop to the floor and laugh, so he reached out and hugged Pacey to his chest, laughter starting to bubble up. "Do you think they noticed?" Avery kind of had to admit. If any actually bought this, they were an idiot.

[PACEY LUCAS BAEK]

Pacey's jaw dropped open when the chocolate bar was snatched from his hands. He looked nothing short of scandalized and severely hurt, even though he knew that Avery didn't mean it. Even if the nurse decided that he wanted to take away the candy bar anyway, he had another one in his backpack -- and that one he'd guard with his life. "Nooo," he whined, trying to reach out for it, but from the other swing that was pretty difficult when it was being held up. "To think I thought you were cool," he grumbled when he was knocked on the head with the chocolate bar, but then he brightened up when it was returned to him. "See, was that so hard?" he asked, laughing, before he slid his backpack off and reached into it. "Here!" He tossed the other, untouched chocolate bar over at Avery. Maybe that would keep him off of his chocolate, though now that Pacey thought about it it'd make sense to let the man have the first one so that he could just eat a whole new one... but no, Avery was a doctor... nuse, and he might have qualms about hygiene and spreading germs and all that. "Not psychic? That's news to me!" Being psychic would be pretty damn awesome, though.

He just laughed and leaned back to get away from Avery's finger, but of course he couldn't go that far considering he was on the swing, and he was poked anyway. "What a bully," he complained as he returned to his normal position. "And you kind of are, considering you work at the school and I'm a minor!" Then again, it was after school hours and neither of them were even up at the castle, so he knew that the circumstances were a little bit different. Still, he knew that the standards were pretty different -- if Avery was the school nurse, it was still likely that he'd still be held a little responsible. Then again, he didn't know if it was different at the Academy than at regular old schools. Everything was very hush-hush anyway. "Oh, oh, oh, but I can drive!" he said, his eyes lighting up momentarily. He had the first of his two licenses, but Avery was an adult (albeit one with the mentality of a five-year-old, but by all legal definitions he was an adult with a license) so he'd be able to drive if Avery was in the car. "That's it. We're roadtripping to Toronto to find my parents." Actually he couldn't drive on highways so they wouldn't be able to, but... details, details.

"Eh... but doing it is boring," he said, leaning back over the swing so that he was hanging almost upside-down. A mother behind him glared as if he were being a bad influence on her kids (who weren't paying attention anyway) and so he quickly sat back up. "But I'll get around to it, don't worry!" He really never would pay people off to do these types of things for him. That was awful. He figured that Avery knew this though, or at least could guess, so instead he just continued, joking, 'Besides, can't trust anyone to do it properly anyway." His grades weren't ridiculously high, but he tried to keep them at least somewhere up there. His parents held him responsible, obviously, for his schoolwork and making sure his grades stayed high enough.

Pacey started swinging his legs as he was pushed higher and higher, and he was laughing a little too hard just to be a kid amused on the swing, but that was okay. He could be a pretty excitable person by nature, and it had been much worse as a kid. He'd calmed down and chilled out plenty, actually, but moments like these were just way too much -- he was laughing almost too hard to hear Avery's "tanoshii", but he managed to catch it... not that that helped, of course. He didn't speak any Japanese. Much of his Korean was already slipping! "Ne, ne," he called back anyway in a high sing-songy voice, hoping that "yes" was the appropriate answer to whatever question he'd just been asked. It would be pretty awkward if it wasn't. "Playing with Appa is fun!" English was probably best, yes? Yes, it was, he decided, though he would have been pretty amused with the both of them trying to take guesses at what the other one was saying. He wondered if anyone around them spoke either Korean or Japanese, because if so, their cover had just been blown so hard. He was still sort of giggling a little when he felt himself being hugged to Avery from behind, the swing stopping in its motion. "Can't tell," he whispered loudly, trying to stop laughing but failing pretty miserably. "We might have to make a run for it."

(omg ngl this korean/japanese/english fusion conversation had me cracking up, lol.)

[AVERY JUNNOSUKE KAEL]

At that moment, Avery wanted to squeeze Pacey to his chest and never let go. No teenager should ever be this adorable and instantly he felt horrible for grabbing the chocolate bar in the first place, even if he had no intention of taking it away/eating it. “I am cool!” Avery exclaimed defensively, sniffling as if he was offended. Pfft, he was cool. He could be hip and shit. God, he sounded like one of those strict parents who tried to relate to their kids. Avery shivered at the thought. No way in hell. But compared to most of the faculty members, he was a lot more laid back than the others. Whether or not that was a bad thing...well. Depends on the situation. Avery was a lot more unpredictable than the usual person—nothing about him really was “usual,” no matter how many times he tried to convince people otherwise. “Oh heeey. Thanks!” Avery’s eyes lit up instantly when Pacey tossed him a candy bar and he happily unwrapped it, biting off the corner. He wiggled in his swing. He loved anything sweet. So much. Anyone who gave him such things was immediately loved—and Pacey was loved. Avery reached out and pinched his cheek affectionately, afterwards ruffling his hair as his lips curled into a smile.

“Nuh-uh!” he retorted back childishly. “I am a responsible adult—bullying is way too childish for a mature adult like me.” Okay, almost all of that was a lie. He was not responsible, nor was he mature. But one thing is for sure—he hated bullying. With a passion. Avery used to be bullied back when he attended the Academy. Those were darks days for him, but he moved on eventually. Holding grudges was never a forte of Avery’s. And so he cracked a grin, cooing, “You’re just too adorable~” Hey, it wasn’t like Avery was lying. Pacey was a cute kid. “Well, yeah, but we’re out of school right now!” he pointed out, raising his eyebrows at him. Okay, so Avery was responsible for Pacey and he’d take the blame for anything that could possibly happen to him—but for anyone to trust him with Pacey in the first place (or with any kid, for that matter), well, they had to really trust him. Or they were just that stupid. Most likely the latter, though. “Pfft, as if I’d get into the car with you!” Avery twisted his face in mock horror, shaking his head furiously at the thought. Getting into a car with a student? He felt like he’d have to do things against his will, as if he was kidnapped—which was pretty backwards, because he was the adult in this situation and Avery was pretty sure Pacey had the capability of being as evil as a turtle. “Can’t I just drop you off at a police station and be done with it?” Avery joked. Nah, he’d do anything for his patients. Even if it meant driving across Canada to do so.

As the Earth leaned back in his swing, Avery was tempted to poke his stomach. He was about to, too, but Pacey sat back up just in time before his finger reached. The nurse looked back and noticed the glaring mom and he faced forward again quickly. Avery didn’t do well with glares—even when they weren’t directed at him. “I agree,” he mumbled, but he quickly caught himself and exclaimed, “I mean, homework helps you understand the material! You better do it!” Be a good influence. The though echoed in his head, but Avery shrugged it off. Like that was ever going to happen. And he’d be a hypocrite if he forced the “standards” of a “good student” onto others. Back in his high school days, he was far from it. Often ditched class, too, to do some weed or some other dumb shit he used to do. “Could always ask the nerds,” Avery suggested, then covered his mouth soon after he realized what he just said. Oh yeah. Total good influence.

Avery smiled in endearment as he heard Pacey laugh, and he, too, after a moment started laughing with him. The situation was way too funny not to be and because of their neurotic laughter, they received many strange looks, from both parents and children alike. Well, yay. Kids thought they were weird. That was an accomplishment, right? Hell, Avery nearly lost it when Pacey replied back in Korean again. His face literally became the equivalent of this  xD and breathing became slightly harder. He couldn’t even push Pacey on the swing anymore—it was more like occasional shoving, and sometimes Avery pushed at air because he couldn’t concentrate with all the laughing and tears in his eyes. Not to mention the ab workout he was currently experiencing. “Yeah, yeah,” he dismissed. He really couldn’t string together a good sentence at the moment and if he spoke up again, he’d also speak in Japanese. The never ending cycle of fail. It was too funny. “Great. Way to blow our cover, Pacey,” he joked, making shifty eyes to his surroundings. It’s not like the parents could do much. They could call them out, but they had no proof. But instead of risking it (and making themselves look like fools) Avery whispered, “I’ll race you to the monkey bars.” And he took off.

[PACEY LUCAS BAEK]

Pacey gave Avery a long, hard look of serious judging. Alright, well, in the end he wasn't actually all that serious about it -- mostly because he was just a chilled out dude and he knew that Avery was just a dork -- but he could damn well try! He had a pretty good pokerface, though, truth be told, which was impressive because most of the time he was just a happy dude, always with a smile or at least some kind of relaxed grin. It wasn't like he was perpetual sunshine and rainbows, though. Even Avery wasn't, he was pretty sure. "No one who's really cool has to say they're cool," he admonished, sounding smug and self-righteous as if he were the word on coolness. "And nobody cool steals people's chocolate! You're oh for two." Pacey just shook his head as if this were a very serious matter and he was really disappointed in the nurse. He had no right to be disappointed in the man, of course. "Sure! Just never steal my stuff again or we'll have problems," he said, cradling his own half-eaten chocolate bar defensively in his hands but then grinning at the happy look on Avery's face. That was, at least, until his cheeks were pinched and his hair ruffled, and he let out a quiet whine. "It's like I'm a baby. Or a puppy. I'm a tough manly man, okay?" He most definitely was! Or... not.

He was glad that there were adults like this who existed in the world, and that not all of them were stuffy and boring. That didn't seem to happen often, but luckily Avery was a prime example and one that he could, technically, see whenever he wanted. Eh... sure, the man had work and all that jazz, but hey, Pacey figured that so long as there was nothing that required Avery's immediate attention elsewhere, then he was allowed to wander in and strike up conversation if he so desired. There was always a minor barrier there as he was a student and Avery wasn't, obviously, but it was alright in the end. "I'm pretty sure there are 'responsible' adults that still bully people. Like, co-workers and stuff," he said, frowning a little, but he was just making a random observation. "Not that you do, though. I think secretly you're just a softie!" Pacey grinned, just (obviously) joking, though he was sure that Avery wasn't a bad enough person to actually be a bully of any sort. That never sat right with Pacey. "Yeah, yeah. I'm the adorablest," he said, flashing a childish smile to emphasize his point -- it brought out his dimples and that was always a sure winner with people who called him cute. Never mind that "adorablest" wasn't a word, either, he could do what he liked!

"I'm not a bad driver! We wouldn't crash and die on the way, I promise!" Even so, he'd never driven on highways before (and he doubted they could take roads to Ontario from here) and he'd yet to ever drive that far, obviously, considering he didn't even have a license. He probably never would drive that distance, either. Money wasn't an object for his parents, who were more than willing to drop it for him so that he could fly and be driven and what-not. For little things, of course, he was looking forward to getting his driver's license and his own car. "You wouldn't do that, I'm too cute for you to leave me at any old police station." This wasn't to say that he didn't approve of the police, of course. He had no problems with them... but was that nearly as fun as getting to roadtrip across Canada? His limited knowledge of roadtrips, thanks to all those movies about them, indicated that hell no, there was nothing better than a good long one.

Pacey knew that Avery wasn't the most responsible of adults, truth be told, so this behaviour at first -- the agreement -- wasn't even very surprising. Did anyone enjoy homework? Of course not. If they did it'd be called, like... homefun or homeplay or something, not homework. Ew. Like schoolwork... or just work in general. "I will, I will," he said once he felt a lecture coming on as Avery suddenly switched gears. He wanted to tell the nurse that he really just wasn't very good at trying to come off as responsible, but then the man proved the point for him as he continued. "Hey, 'nerds' are totally awesome," he said, shaking his head but grinning a little. Okay, some of them were a bit weird, but it wasn't his place to judge, as long as they were enjoying themselves buried in their Math textbooks! That in itself was a mean thought and he almost scolded himself in his head for it, but really he didn't mean anything by it at all. Pacey would buddy up with most anyone. "Wouldn't work, anyway! They're always really, like... you know, moral. Most of them. Or too smart to be bought. Y'know how it is." He spoke as if from experience but he was making this all up -- he had of course never tried to bribe a nerd, or anyone, into doing his homework for him.

Avery's pushing became random at best (nonexistent at worst) but Pacey was laughing way too hard to care about this. He couldn't even manage to sound like a child anymore, he was just laughing his head off, sounding very much like the sixteen-almost-seventeen year-old boy that he was in reality. This was all just way too hilarious for him to handle. They were having a conversation in two different languages, neither of them knew what the other one was really even saying, and he was pretending to be a ten-year-old child being pushed on the swing by Avery -- who was pretending to be his father. This situation was too ridiculous. Nobody was going to believe this story when he mentioned it later, not that he was even sure he'd be able to spit it out through all the ridiculous laughter. "It wasn't me, it was totally -- totally you," he argued, but he was chuckling still and it was detrimental to his cause. He just sounded giggly -- which he supposed would have worked in their favour if he were still acting like a kid, but that cover had been long blown, he was pretty sure. "Wait, but --" He was about to protest for some reason but then Avery had taken off and Pacey scrambled to get off the swing (oh no, his backpack got caught and he quickly wrenched it away from the chain) to run off too. Because of that he lost the race, needless to say, but he just shook his head as he approached. "Dude, dude, Avery, that wasn't even fair. You had a head start, man," he said, laughing, thankfully not out of breath because of how short the distance was from one play item to the next.

(I'M SORRY IDK WHY THIS IS SO LONG pacey's muse just got like, out of control. XD you don't have to match at all. <3)

[AVERY JUNNOSUKE KAEL]

Avery stared blankly back at Pacey, his eyes narrowing at the judging eyes. He reached out and flicked his forehead, huffing slightly. “Do not look at me like that, mister!” Avery exclaimed as if he was offended, shaking his head in dismay. “What have they been teaching you nowadays? Where are your manners?” He shook his head, placing a hand over his heart in mock horror. “Kids these days!” But really. Kids these days. They were getting too comfortable with him, not that he minded, though he scoffed a moment later. “I am the epitome of cool, thank you very much!” Avery sniffled, crossing his arms to try to affirm that fact. Honestly, it felt like he was aging backwards. Just like Benjamin Button. “Problems?” he echoed, raising his eyebrows. Avery pouted. “Whatever happened to sharing is caring?” It was like, the most important rule ever to Avery, especially when someone has delicious food. Mmm. Definitely. “You’re about as manly as a bunny chewing on carrots.” Pacey? Manly? Avery had to laugh in endearment at that and he reached out to put him into a headlock, ruffling his bleach blond hair even more. “I still stick with adorable.”

He faintly wondered how some adults came to be the way they were. He looked at his co-workers like that, actually. Not all of them were stiff and old-fashioned, but he questioned the ones that were. They weren’t even that old and they had the mindset of grandmas and grandpas from the 1920s! Avery sighed. It’s not like he could do much about it, even though he’d very much like to. Life was supposed to be fun! How are people supposed to enjoy life if they were strict, snapping turtles? It just didn’t make sense to him, honestly. “Yeah, but they obviously have some issues with abusing authority.” And that was true, unfortunately. Adults bullying teenagers? Oh yeah, totally tough and mature. “Me? A softie?” Avery scoffed, waving a dismissive hand as if it weren’t true—but it was so true. He was about as soft as cotton candy and melted at the slightest touch. There wasn’t much that Avery wouldn’t do for people. “D’aww!” Avey went over and ruffled his hair again, crushing his face to his chest as he gushed over the cuteness that was Pacey.

“How would you know?” Avery widened his eyes as he imagined it. Death by getting in the car with a high schooler? That was probably a little over a decade younger than him? He shuddered at the thought. “Um. No. I’ll pass. Maybe you can bike and I’ll tie a rope around you and follow you on roller blades.” He grinned cheekily at him. There was no way he was going to do all the hard work. Ugh, that meant sweating and stuff. Besides, Pacey was young. He could make it. “Glad you acknowledge it,” Avery cooed, pinching his cheeks again. Nah, he wouldn’t leave Pacey at the police station. He’d probably give him a wad of cash for him to stay at a hotel or something. Avery knew how intimidating those cops were. Not that he was ever arrested or anything… okay that’s a lie. He has. But that’s for another day.

With the amount of laughter he and Pacey were doing, Avery wouldn’t be surprised if they got out of there with a six-pack of abs. He clutched at his stomach, trying to contain the laughter. He wouldn’t be surprised if people were really looking at them strangely, even more so than before. If anyone actually believed that they were father and son, well, it was safe to say they didn’t anymore. “Not—even!” he exclaimed through his laughter, finally calming down enough to actually breathe. He wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes, a grin plastered on his face, and he looked over his shoulder to see if Pacey was following him. Sure enough, he was, but far behind because of Avery’s head start. He blinked at him innocently, jumping up to hang from the bars. “What are you talking about? I gave you plenty of time~” Avery sung, swinging from bar to bar. It was a lot easier than he remembered it was. Maybe it was because he could actually touch the ground with his feet. “Not my fault you have slow reflexes!”

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[PACEY LUCAS BAEK]

Pacey pouted when his forehead was flicked at, even though it didn't hurt that much -- though it really could, if someone did it hard enough. He'd known a kid in seventh grade who'd practically become famous just for doing that to other kids -- like it was a special talent or something... but mostly it was just mean and painful. Either way, luckily, Avery hadn't actually been trying to hurt him, at least Pacey didn't think so, so that was good. He put on his best, most innocent of looks. "You totally deserved it," he mumbled like a child, crossing his arms over his chest, but making sure he didn't fall off the swing. "Plus I'm from the city. Don't need manners there!" He was kidding, of course, but the hustle and bustle of big cities really did make manners a little more obscure... and Toronto was definitely a big city. "Cool people never need to say they're cool! You just have to know it. Like me." He pretended to flip his hair, but of course it wasn't nearly long enough to do such a thing. Pacey was going to do as he pleased anyway.

His arms crossed again, Pacey nodded in one big emphasized motion. "Problems, yo," he confirmed. "Well... would you share your food with me?" He wasn't sure what the answer would be, but he hoped yes -- because, for all the smacktalk there was with Pacey, he was generally far too generous for his own good. He knew that things weren't the end of the world, after all. His life was pretty good. "What are you talking about?" he asked, scowling and pretending to be upset. "I'm super manly. Like Godzilla meets monster trucks meets football quarterback meets Hulk Hogan, yo. Super manly." He was pretty sure that, much like Avery calling himself cool, this was detrimental to his cause, but that... was okay, because he didn't take himself that seriously anyway... again, like Avery. Maybe that was why they got along so well -- that, and the fact that Avery was so much less like an adult than... well, most of the other adults anywhere near Pacey's life. Even the cool ones weren't generally like his friend the doctor-nurse. "Or they're just jerks," he said, shrugging a little. It wasn't just kids who were mean -- adults were cruel to each other too. He didn't figure things would be too different after leaving high school -- Bowling for Soup had said so! "Pfft, oh yeah, not a softie at all," he said, scoffing. "You're the most cold-hearted guy I know!" That was such a lie that it was almost painful, but Pacey was just messing around. If he were trying to be serious it wouldn't have worked nearly as well.

Well... the downside to this was that, Pacey figured, he actually didn't know -- he couldn't predict the future, after all! He was a decent driver and a pretty safe one, though, so he didn't think they were apt to get into any serious car wrecks or anything. "I just know, that's how," he said stubbornly, shaking his head. "What if we compromise and steal a train and take that instead?" he asked, because he was pretty sure there was that whole business of a train running all the way across Canada, and that would probably be faster than both biking and driving... Plus, he was pretty well in shape, but even he wasn't up for biking all the way back home. Nuh uh. Pacey wasn't too lazy but he definitely had his limits. "Or jetski. Can you even jetski across Canada? 'Cause they should make a way to do that." His mind was now just being stupid and ridiculous, but he didn't mind such a terrible amount. "Cute and manly," he interjected so that he wasn't... "misunderstood". In reality he knew that he really was not manly... at all, to be honest.

As a guy who was never really all that serious, Pacey knew that it was always a good idea to laugh at himself -- that ability let him live his life without too much stress and worries and such. He was glad for it, too. Life would be way more depressing otherwise. It was a good thing he got it, though, because this whole situation had him cracking up in all kinds of ridiculousness, and he was pretty sure everyone was staring at them and probably thought they were totally either insane or drunk, either or -- and this just made him laugh even harder. "To-- totally did," he argued, laughing far too hard for it to be very strong a case at all. "You gave me no time, you dirty cheater!" He scoffed and stuck his tongue out at Avery. "And my reflexes are awesome. I'm like... the Flash. Yeah." He stuck up both his arms and flexed for emphasis, not that anyone could tell through the hoodie -- slightly baggy because it was, after all, a hoodie. "Why do I even talk to you?" he whined a little.