#thread : vimsbo

[elbienamado]

Bibi’s heart almost jumps out of his chest when the sharp complaint reaches his ears. He tries to skid out of the way but overcompensates for the sudden change in momentum and ends up falling onto his hand. Bibiano hisses in pain, realizing he skinned his palms and knees in his attempt to soften his fall. He hears his SAE brothers ask if he’s okay so he waves them off with a single smarting hand.

Twisting around to sit heavily on the floor, his gaze is pulled to the person he had nearly collided into. He stares up at Astrid Fiske in surprise, the adrenaline slowly waning out of his system. “Oh shit, Sassa, my bad! I was distracted and I didn’t see you, I’m so sorry,” Bibi utters in a flurry, registering how bad things could have turned out had they actually collided into each to each other.

“It’s a good thing you managed to get out of the say,” he tried to smile, but his mind was still caught up with the tone of her voice from moments ago. It had caught him so off guard. While it wasn’t like he hadn’t noticed that they had grown more and more apart over the years, he didn’t expect the vitriol.

“Is everything okay, Sass?” He asked from where he sat on the floor.

Sassa had no interest in trying to dunk people in the dunk tank at the carnival, glancing towards the line waiting in front of it with a roll of her eyes as she continued past the horde of frat boys making a scene. She may have been in a sorority, but she hardly found any of them to be worth her time. Even if they deserved to be taken down a few pegs, which she quickly realized the person exiting the tank was someone who certainly did. 

But she’d play the long game, not be fooled into believing that knocking them into some icey water was any sort of real revenge. 

She kept walking by, taking a large loop around to get to the booth she had planned on visiting, just passing the dunk tank as Bibi had apparently exited, the tall male nearly knocking her over in the process. Her upper lip curled up, the invisible feeling far too familiar, especially in the presence of someone like him. “Watch out,” she said in a low voice, daintily stepping out of his path so she wouldn’t get taken down. 

[elbienamado]

The bashful feeling from earlier returns with a vengeance at Leaky‘s gentle prodding. With a wide grin Bibi begins to defend himself, just now realizing how silly this plan was. “It sounded like a good idea at the moment, I swear,” Bibiano laughs, his face starting to hurt from how much he was smiling.

The warm heat of embarrassment rises to his cheeks as Leaky continues his good natured teasing. Bibi wondered if his ears had gotten red, too. “Hey, c’mon man, you know I’m not like that,” He says shyly, looking down at his feet.

His gazes is pulled back up as Leaky places a hand over his. Bibi raises an inquisitive eyebrow, eyes crinkled with mirth, when he catches the serious look in the other’s face. Another grin pinches at his cheeks as Malik’s joke lands. But two can play at that game.

Gasping with mock shock, Bibi clutches at his chest, eyes wide and round. “Et tu, Leaky? I guess I only have Hyatt now…” Bibiano mutters grimly, looking up Leaky through his lashes and doing his best to give the other man a kicked puppy look only to have a snort blast past his lips, ruining the effect.

"that's what it's for? to make it look like you were pre-dunked?" leaky laughed, looking over bibi with an expectant look. "cause it definitely seems like you're trying to attract some hot girls and get them to come dunk you. or be on the cover of gq or somethin'. which," he holds his hands up in defense, "certainly is a look you wear well. so i don't judge ya."

he appreciates the gesture, and places his hand atop of bibi's giving him a solemn look. "it's a bit cold, and i will shit talk you while you're sitting up there. but in the end, you're gonna survive. tragic, i know."

[elbienamado]

Out of all the possible people Bibi could have imagined himself almost knocking over, a giant, sentient stuffed panda was not very high on the list. The head of dark hair that had popped up behind it was no less improbable, though.

Mika Ishii had always given Bibi a wide berth, or at least that's what if felt like to him. Cordial, but not exactly what he would call 'friendly'. Bibiano wondered if his father’s reputation had proceeded him and soured Ishii’s view on the son as well. Sins of the father and all that jazz.

For his part, Bibi held Mika in high regard. He found her tenacity to do good by others admirable and had hoped that maybe if they had the chance to talk, she might see that Bibiano wasn’t like his old man. Unfortunately, the current predicament he had literally tripped into probably didn’t do Bibi any favors when it came to changing Mika’s view on him.

Chuckling apologetically, he muttered a quiet answer to his feet, “Would you believe me if I said it was a marketing scheme?”

Mika did her best to wrestle the giant stuffed panda that was nearly as big as she was, craning her neck as best she could so she could see where she was going. Did sharking people only work for pool or was what she’d done at the free throw game the same thing? Whatever, she’d gotten a giant bear out of it and wiped the smirk off some frat boy’s stupid face in the process so win. 

It was the very same bear, however, that blocked her view of Bibiano as he nearly bowled right into her. She caught herself with a few frantic steps to keep upright, dropping her panda in the process and looking up to glare at the human wrecking ball. 

As a general rule, people like Mika and the frat boy types didn’t tend to mix. Her intensity and her polities got to be a bit “much” for them (the nicest way she’d ever heard herself described) and they tended to be big stupid meatheads who were devolving back into cavemen. Despite that, she did try to keep a line to the possibility of friendly open for people like Bibiano who had the potential to be useful to her own agenda. So she schooled her features quickly, trying to find a bland but friendly smile before she realized she was slimy in places she hadn’t been a moment ago. Wiping a hand over the area, she inspected the... what was that? Vaseline? Her features twisted into a grimace. “Ew, why are you glazed?”

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The sound of Kathalipatrasamit’s insouciant, melodic voice hit Bibi harder than the shoulder colliding into the center of his back. It’s uncannily soft and airy quality filled him with a type of dread that his ten year old self could have never imagined feeling towards his (ex)best friend.

Leaping back as if he had been burnt, Bibi swiftly spun around to face Surachai, eyes wide. His heart was pounding inside his ribcage, it’s uncontrollable trashing far too extreme to blame on adrenaline alone. What the fuck. Why was he here?

The Spring Carnival certainly was not something Bibi could envision the infamous ‘Dartboard’ Surachai being caught dead in. And yet, here he was. This cruel apparition that haunted Bibi’s waking nightmares.

Kathalipatrasamit said something that Bibiano didn’t catch, far too distracted by whatever emotion had flashed in the other man’s dark eyes as he gave Bibi a once over. Bibi gulped and took a step back.

After their last confrontation at the quad, he had come to the unequivocal conclusion that he should avoid Surachai at all costs. Bibiano wished he could say he wasn’t afraid of Surachai, but there had been something manic and dangerous lurking in the shark-like stare Kathalipatrasamit had bore into him that day. And though the ‘Dartboard’ standing in front of him now seemed much more stable, Bibi couldn’t risk getting into an altercation when there was so much on the line; especially not with someone who had nothing to lose.

Another step backwards and Bibi found himself pressed against the frat boy immediately behind him. Ah, that’s right. Bibi wasn’t alone. Unlike Surachai, he had people who would jump to his defense if need be.

Taking a breath to center himself, Bibiano squared his shoulders and lifted his chin.

“That’s funny. I thought an ace entrepreneur like yourself would be able to to spot a genius marking scheme from a mile away.” Bibi quipped, tilting his head and raising his eyebrows in mock surprise. Trying to copy the condescending expression the other had worn that day on the quad, Bibi gave Kathalipatrasamit a lopsided smile.

“Damn, maybe you should reconsider the major, DB?”

The fairgrounds are a miss for Dartboard. Every year, Ogden would set up attractions and games, something about charity. Dartboard would prefer to take his fun off-campus, away from the smell of artificial butter and ear-grating shouts of college kids who forgot they weren't allowed to ride inebriated. All in all, the spring carnival is a yearly avoid. But this client has begged Dartboard to make a campus delivery. Which game or attraction the person operated isn't his business, but Surachai has a right to check it out and take advantage.

Their meeting place is behind the carnival toilets; Dartboard treks through the fairgrounds, squeezing into the narrow roads toward the buildings. Of course, the client had to choose a hassle. He manages to avoid a gaggle of girls with a swerve to his right but doesn't have the time to react to a certain half-nude football captain who so ingeniously thought to walk backward in such a crowded space.

Their collision is immediate and impactful. Surachai bumps his shoulder squarely into Bibiano De La Cruz's back, and the solid mass almost knocks the wind out of him. However, what causes Dartboard to grimace is the layer of Vaseline Illuminate Me Shimmering Body Oil glistening across his favorite leather jacket and clean white shirt. It's not the first time he's come across a scantily-dressed man head-to-toe in Vaseline Illuminate Me Shimmering Body Oil, but it's definitely not as fun as that time.

"Lose a bet, BB?" Dartboard scoffs, eyeing the ridiculous mess that Bibiano got himself into. Judging by the SAE posse cackling behind their ringleader, Dartboard thinks he's got the gist of what happened. However, what good would it be to tell Bibi his boys aren't looking out for him? They're the crew the Poster Boy of Ogden College chose, right? He adds, "Or did Jesus come to your dreams and whisper that one must glitter to pass through the Heavenly Gates?"

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 ironlvngs: with the reactions that link had gotten since the leak from a lot of people close to greer — cara’s stinging the most — he was sort of surprised, when he wasn’t met with a bit more hostility from bibi. it made link think, what was he angle here ? mostly because he couldn’t trust anyone, and the other part was because there was no way he’d have seen that speculation about link and greer and be fine and dandy. but either way, link does continue to play nice. at the end of the day, it wouldn’t hurt to have someone like him on his good side — or as much as he could be, at least. 

“ ah, damn. i knew i might regret skipping out on that. see you next time ? ” though he often can’t stand the likes of SAE, or PIKE, or whatever the fuck the rest were, the initial one second thought of being between them all was kind of fun. well, that’s buried and categorized as a deep and dark fantasy. “ so what’s all this about, then ? ’

Bibiano cringed internally as Link stared him down. He couldn’t tell if it was suspicion in their eyes or something else. It wasn’t that hard for him to guess what they were thinking, considering all the facts, it was strange that the SAE prez hadn’t been more hostile. Bibi hoped Link would take the hint, but was disappointed when they just responded in kind.

Some in the peanut gallery behind him cooed with interest when Link continued suggestively; Bibi shouldn’t be annoyed when he started it but he had hoped his frat brothers would stop and think with their upstairs brain instead of the other one. He turned his head to give them a sharp glare before turning back to to Crawford.

“Nah, it’s cool, we’ll take a rain check instead,” Bibi said, trying to keep his expression neutral, thought he was probably failing tremendously.

He nodded at their question, and motioned to his own oil-slicked body, “Oh, this? Just basic marketing.”

[elbienamado]

The surprised of colliding with someone only to be grab by them quickly melts away as Bibi recognized the warm, deep tones of his favorite tight end. Grinning brightly Bibiano turns to face Malik, and laughs at the other man’s questions.

“Some of my guys suggested we tempt people into playing by making it look like I’ve already been dunked before they showed up,” He chuckles slightly and scratches at his cheek, suddenly feeling shy. “But if if someone was bold enough to do that to you then, I guess we didn't need to do this after all, huh?”

Bibi gives his frat brothers a sharp look before walking closer to Leaky and reversing their earlier positions by reaching out to grab him by his shoulder. Bibi looks him in the eyes and asks, "It's not really that bad out there, right? Be honest with me, man. I need to know what to expect this year."

finishing his shift at the dunk tank, and having lola to thank for helping him dry off, leaky is headed back to the bathroom to change. he wants to enjoy the rest of the carnival, see what it has to offer, and what everyone else is up to.

shaking the water from his hair, he steps toward the bathroom before a body crashes into him. laughing as he recognizes bibi. "my dude, you have got some sort of look going for the dunk tank." he grabs his shoulders and steps aside, giving him a wide smile. "i was just there and let me say, don't be surprised when someone comes up to have a casual conversation with you and slaps the target. the water's not too cold though, so you got that goin' for you."

[elbienamado]

 ironlvngs there was a whole lot about this carnival that link found ridiculous. but then again, the same thought process moves around his mind at every single one of these events — one of these days, link ought to admit to himself that maybe he just hated the concept of fun and joy for other people, rather than thinking he’s above all of that. but when you’ve got a ridiculous amount of god complex, where was the fun in that ? 

     his anger and annoyance at bibi from the almost collision dissipated at the sight in front of him — covered in something shiny, wet hair... from afar, at least, it did look like he was just wet. he scoffs, giving him a once-over. “ — getting oiled for some weird frat orgy somewhere behind the carnival ? ” he questions with a small grin, his eyes meeting bibi’s again. 

The adrenaline from nearly falling slowly drained out of Bibiano as he turned and matched gazes with Lincoln Crawford. Bibi couldn’t say he had paid much attention to Link before but, after the gossip about Milo had turned out to be true, he couldn’t bring himself to regard the other student with the same level of detached neutrality he had in the past. If the person standing in front of him blackmailed Greer, Bibi was certain he’d be unable to stay cordial with him. Not when it was possible that Crawford had been the reason Greer had chosen to disappear in the first place.

Bibi’s eyebrows furrowed as he gave them a once over. The disconnect between Link’s almost cherubic features and the (mischievous? flippant?) glint in their eyes put Bibi on edge. It wasn’t as if Bibiano had payed enough attention to Link that he was able to read their expressions but there was some darker emotion brewing behind their eyes that Bibi recognized; recognized but could not place.

As Bibiano struggled to think of who or what they reminded him of, Link let out a little huff of breath and followed that with a teasing, provocative question that caught him by surprise.

Bibi struggled on how to respond, suddenly overly conscious of the pack of frat boys following at his heels. He didn’t particularly like Link at this very moment, but opening them up to be antagonized by his SAE brothers, who would jump at the chance to back Bibi up, didn’t feel right. Weighting his options Bibiano gave Crawford a smile he hoped looked halfway convincing before playfully replying with a casual tilt of his head, “Nah, we had to cancel when you didn’t RSVP.”

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mikaishii:

Fingers splayed as she held her arms out wide as if the sticky film might spread like a disease. She tried to be a good enough sport about it, though, schooling her face into something not quite as off-putting as the grimace she felt on the inside. If she thought too hard about the fact that she was partially covered in something sticky that’d rubbed off a man, she was likely to vomit, so she straightened herself, forcing her mind down friendlier paths. “What are you trying to sell? Your dignity?” She snorted a small laugh at herself and nodded her chin in his direction. “You got a towel in your bag of tricks, Krispy Kreme?”

Bibi felt his cheeks pinch with mirth at Mika’s joke, but felt the sting of embarrassment heating up his cheeks at the discomfort he had clearly caused her. Placing a hand on his neck, he gave her a shy smile and mumbled softly, “Yeah, I mean, kinda? It comes with the territory.”

“This,” He said, motioning to his body with a wide flourish of his right arm, “Is a new strategy to sell the whole ‘stupid frat boy’ fantasy people have about us. For both the people who like us and hate us.”

“You’d be surprised how much the circles overlap at the dunk booth,” He chucked scratching his right cheek. “It brings in the big buck, so I can’t really complain too much. It’s all for a good cause in the end, right?”

He laughed again with embarrassment when Ishii asked for a towel; then he turned to the SAE frat boys standing behind him, lifted an eyebrow, and extended a hand, palm side up. In seconds a clean, folded towel was placed into his waiting hand, and he shifted around to smile cheekily at Mika.

“But the frat life’s not without its own perks, though. Despite the whole lack of dignity thing,” He smiled, offering over the sport’s towel with another sympathetic smile. “Anything else I can do for you, Ms. Ishii? To make up for this whole ordeal?”