(CT) Flying Monkeys

[Michael Miller]

The camping trip was fun but it also had its downsides. A lot of them , actually. First, Michael ended up in a cabin with a terrible shortage of hot guys or, at the very least, cute guys he could have fun with. The supervisor wasn’t so bad but the rest... a mute boy and two bears, not for him. Also, there was a severe lack of things to do whenever a group of students left for an activity. A large bunch of them went into the woods, to find their inner primitive man Michael assumed, and those left behind had little to do other than chores. And Michael wasn’t too keen on that. He was not in charge of the cooking so why should he help? Boredom was something terrible for a person like him. That could lead to him doing all sorts of mischief, most of those ideas causing at least one person to be annoyed by him.

Michael walked around the camp, looking for a potential victim for his attention or something interesting he could watch. He did end up seeing something. First though, it was a noise that made him stare towards the woods. Then a quick movement that happened over the leaves. It couldn’t be a student, unless there was someone with the capability to fly or that could jump like a little monkey - both highly possible considering who they were. His eyes narrowed as he tried to see better what it was.

There is a strange instinct within human that made them believe that, by backing out, they may see better. As thought a broader sight would make the whole thing clearer. Now, he knew there were someone some steps behind him. He heard them coming to do god knows what - but it had to be boring. Michael believed he still had a few steps before running into him however. What he didn't expect was for the guy to bend over or step back too. It wasn’t like Michael had eyes behind his head to tell for sure which one it was. The point being that the two crashed into each other. Not hard, Michael barely startled as he felt a body against his back, but enough for him to feel it. Michael turned to see the person, ready to complain that they should look where they were going. When you were at fault, it was always best to blame the other person. Only Michael looked and saw it was a guy. Not only a guy, a cute one, who didn’t look like a bear. As for being mute, he wasn’t sure yet, but that definitely was a plus compared to what he had so far. “That’s not how I’m used to be hit on but okay,” he exclaimed, a mischievous smile showing on his lips. He had already forgetting about the flying monkey in the trees.

TAG: Ashton Harper

[Ashton Harper]

The camping trip had barely started and already Ash had gotten a nice hard smack upon the arrival of his sister with the security guard. He'd been avoiding the rest of the festivities for as long as possible because the idea of interacting with anyone else who'd gotten to see the nutcase that was related to him was sickening. The only reason he'd even invited her to come with was because he knew she'd end up picking a fight with their parents, her boss, Sophie, some delivery boy who got her order wrong. No one was safe from her except for a school full of mutants that might be able to fend her off. He wasn't worried so much about her in this crowd.

Ash was walking around the site, not really looking for anything. He was pretty sure Alex was either shitfaced lost in the woods, or had already been taken back to Kalispell. Either way, he would find out later when he got a phone call or stern talking to from one of the academy officials. For the time being it didn't matter and he was just happy he could get a moment without worrying about her problems as well as his own. Ash kicked some rocks and sticks out of his way as he walked, probably should have been paying attention, but it didn't really seem all that important at the time.

That was, until he walked right into somebody.

His eyes widened when he stepped back, hands raised. "Dude, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to. I wasn't paying attention and I just kinda got carried away with my thoughts and...and...wait what?" Ash cleared his throat and shoved his hands in his pockets. He was definitely not prepared for the answer that he'd received. Hit on? Did this guy think he was? His brow furrowed and his nose scrunched up. "I wasn't...I mean....I didn't..." What was he supposed to say? Do? Was there a certain way to approach these kinds of things? It wasn't that he, like, didn't accept the whole idea of it, but he wasn't...he didn't. His brain couldn't handle this kind of thing right now.

[Michael Miller]

Michael had to say, he never used the ruse of “bumping” into someone to start a conversation and flirt with them. He didn't need that when he could just go to them and talk and flirt. What was the point of being subtle? Subtle was boring. Now, he got that this guy probably didn't hit him on purpose. It had to be an accident of sort. But Michael was bored and the guy was cute. There really didn't need to be more than that for Michael to decide he’d get a grip on him for as long as he could. Besides, why not flirt? It wasn’t like the staff could prevent them to. They were probably told to prevent them from going into the woods to make out or more, but they couldn’t do much about banter. Besides, Michael couldn’t see any staff around.

Michael laughed as the guy went from apologizing to stuttering some vague explanation as to what happened. “Why are you being so nervous? You thought you were more subtle than that?” That was kind of cruel to do that but boy was it fun! He let him squirm a little more before laughing again and shaking his head. “Relax. I get it. Accident. Though, I gotta say, you’re still the one who touched my butt.” He was exaggerating there, but Ashton did run in his back and last time he checked, it was where his butt was. Plus his embarrassment was amusing. He wondered how far he could go without it being harassment. He thought maybe he should try and see. “Since you couldn’t see me when I was right in your face, you probably didn’t notice that thing in the tree but help me out here...” He stepped right next to him, his shoulder brushing against his chest as he pointed an area in the woods he had been staring at. “I swear I saw something up in the branches moving around. You’re spotting anything?” As for Michael, he was not really looking. It was more interesting to see the boy’s reaction.