"Haseo!" Gaspard shouted from behind him.
"What?" Haseo asked angrily, because if you had decided to go on a suicide mission to get a virtual card instead of your Chem homework, and you got detention because of it, you be angry, too.
"Have you seen Silabus lately?" Gaspard asked. "I haven't seen him since last night."
"He's probably at work or school."
"Work?" He said it as if he's never heard of the word before. "Silabus works?" He asked carefully.
"Yeah." Haseo hated it when Gaspard was stupid. Well, when anyone was stupid really. "That's what people do when they live by themselves."
"Silabus lives by himself?" Gaspard asked slowly.
"Yeah. Didn't he ever tell you any of this?"
"No. Not me." Gaspard seemed to deflate.
Haseo was insanely happy for no real reason now. Maybe it's because he felt special, because Silabus must like him a lot to tell him things that not even Gaspard knew.
"Well, that's a good reason to go to this gathering, so that he can tell you this stuff." Haseo said, trying to cheer Gaspard up.
"Hey, you're right!" Gaspard had lifted spirits again. "And we can find out more about other people, too."
"Like, who? Atoli?"
"No, Like Kuhn, and Zelkova, and Alkaid..." Ryou moved his mouthpiece far enough away so that Gaspard wouldn't hear the "Oh, shit." coming from his mouth.
Haseo sent off a hurried letter to Silabus:
Silabus,
Problem. Gaspard invited other people to the gathering. What should we do?
He recieved a reply a minute later.
Haseo,
Just have them all go to this park to gather. I won't let strangers into my apartment, expecially a lot of them.
Silabus
Haseo told Gaspard where to tell the rest to be, and logged off soon afterward.
He walked around his room a while, then began punching his punching bag in a rythymic beat.
He was shocked for some reason. Silabus' shortness, maybe.
He tried to find the reason he was so angry. He sat and, with his back against his bag, he thought about what he wanted. He shifted to put his head in his arms, crossed over his legs. He gave up that after realizing that he didn't know what he wanted. He decided that he should figure out what he didn't want anymore, and go with that.
He didn't want Silabus to not talk a lot. He didn't want more people there. He didn't want anyone besides Silabus there. He...
He jerked his head up. No... It can't be... Can it?
He wanted... Silabus. Like... For himself. Like...that.
He hit his head back up against the punching bag. So, that's it then. Ryou was gay.
Just for Silabus.