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Under the Tree
Addysin: He let go of Meguma's hand again to make a brief gesture that meant You're welcome in sign language. He mouthed, I'll teach you what that means when we find somewhere to sit down, and then grabbed his hand again. He lead them to the a large tree near the Strawberry Fields and sat down.

Meguma:Smiling he nodded and followed along beside him occasionally peeking at him from the corner of his eye. It dawned on him that things had moved so quickly he had not had time to ask the boy his name. As they find a tree with enough grass not covered by snow near the Fields he sits next to the boy pulling his knees close to his chest closing the umbrella and leaning it against the tree. "So what did you sign a moment ago? I have a rough idea but as I said I have not had the art of signing taught to me."

Addysin: He took out his pencil from his pocket and wrote down in the sketchpad he'd been carrying all this while, ''It means, "you're welcome". ''He signed it again and then gestured for Meguma to try it.

Meguma:He struggled for a few moments trying to repeat the gestures of the sign language finally managing to sign it out concentrating with all his might. His eyes lit up when he realized he had finally managed it. "This is much more difficult than I thought it would be."

Addysin: Another small smile lit up his face as his opposition to laughter. Don't worry, once you get the hand of it, learning will be easier, he wrote down.

Meguma:He read the note and nodded pulling out a pencil again and writing in his lilting writing, Will you teach me more? He looks up at him from under his bangs watching him for any signs of yes or no.

Addysin: He intertwined his fingers with Meguma's and nodded when he remember he still didn't know the boy's name. Balancing the sketchpad on his knee, he wrote, What's your name?

Meguma:He struggled to conceal a blush as the boy takes his hand. When he looks down at the note he looks up at the boy with a shy smile. "Meguma. What's yours?" Without thinking his hand squeezed softly that of the other boy.

Addysin: As a warm tingling sensation rushed up his arm and throughout his body, and he felt a little dazed with his small smile on his face. "It's Addysin."

Meguma:He smiles and nods writing on the pad hiding his face behind his bangs, ''I like your name. What are you going to teach me next Addysin?''

Addysin: He glanced up at the leaves above them, in an attempt to stall. He didn't want to let go of Meguma's hand, but at the same time he needed his other hand to show him how to do it. After some mental debate, he let go and signed, ''My name is A-D-D-Y-S-I-N. ''He then wrote down his message on the notepad and signed it again before telling him to try it—with his own name of course.

Meguma:His face falters for a moment when Addysin releases his hand but follows along as best he can with the lessons. They started with names and Meguma struggled for a while after Addysin showed him not only his name but also Meguma's as well. Slowly, after about three minutes of frustration, Meguma signs out, My name is Meguma And he looks at Addysin "Did I do that right?" He tilts his head to the side slightly hoping that he did it right.

Addysin: He nodded, and then adjusted Meguma's hands. "You're a bit stiff," he told him. Stiff = less fluency, is the what he wrote on the sketchpad.

Meguma:He muttered a soft apology before rolling his shoulders back and taking a deep breath. Taking things a little more freely like as if he were writing he signs nearly perfectly My name is Meguma, yours is Addysin Only his fingers fumble slightly whilst trying to sign Addysin's name. He curses softly, "I messed up your beautiful name."

Addysin: His eyes slightly widened as his words set in. For the first time in awhile, he struggle to sign ''What? ''and his expression went from slighlty bored to flustered. A light layer of pink coated his cheeks and couldn't form a full thought.

Meguma:He hadn't fully realized he had said those words out loud until he saw Addysin's blush and garbled sign. When he realized the words had been external instead of internal his own face began to turn a bright crimson. "I uh I mean uhm..." He struggles until his brain finally registers the note pad between them. He was always better when he wrote. ''Your name is beautiful Addysin. Its fitting for you.'' He looked away from the boy preparing for scorn or ridicule.

Addysin: He read the two sentences a couple of times for simple comprehension, and then kept reading them as he thought of a meaningful response. ''It's not as unique as yours though. ''He nudged Meguma's shoulder with his pencil when he finished writing.

Meguma:He looked over when Addysin nudged him and saw the new note scrawled on the page. He looked up at the other male with a shy smile. "But no were near as lovely." He spoke softly before taking up his own pencil and placing it to the page. My name may be unique, but it pales in comparison to the beauty of yours. He looks up smiling and takes the pad a moment before setting it down again between them. In elegant long flowing script with a lovely drawing of a flower rests Addysin's name. "See. Beautiful." He looks away from the boy a soft blush covering his face.

Addysin: He stared at the picture dumbfounded and in response the non-logical side of him took over. He scribbled I need to go although he didn't need to go anywhere, and stood up abruptly. He shoved his pencil into the pocket of his jeans and walked away before Meguma could notice his red face.

Meguma: Addysin suddenly wrote about needing to take off and left in such a hurry that he left his drawing pad. Watching him go Meguma looked down at the page in front of him. Slowly one drop touched the page, then another and soon Meguma was leaning against the tree a stream of tears flowing down his face despite not making a sound. He grabbed up his Umbrella and left the tree and the notepad behind returning to his cabin where his cabin mates tried to ask what was wrong until he summoned enough ghosts to visibly worry the others to the point of leaving him be.

Lake Shore
Addysin: Frustrated, Addysin tiredly erased another mistake off the wrinkled paper of his sketchbook. No matter what angle he drew it at, or the technique he used, it just didn't look perfect. Agitated, he gave up and threw the pencil and sketchbook at the ground. His breath came out in short, cold, puffs of air as he laid his head against the tree, which's trunk he was sitting on. He grabbed some near by stones and launched them at the lake with a sigh.