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"Oo-- Dancing lessons do actually sound fun. Promise you won't beat me to death if I step all over your feet? You're limited to one punch every lesson." He snickers. Ian opened his mouth to make a comment about how his dad adopted him so he must've picked it up somewhere else, but quickly...

He laughed when Stephen did, taking a brief pause from eating to speak. "I'm not much of a dancer. Pretty sure I'd trip over something if I tried." His pause ended up being not-so-brief as he was warned not to eat so fast. Uh oh, he's embarrassing himself. He slows down, eating like a normal...

"I can teach you it, it's not complicated. Well, it sorta is. But it's fine. Musics good, too." He then realized....there was food. "Oh, right." He moved his hand down, feeling around for a brief moment before he found his fork. He started scarfing his food down, as he had no way to check the...

"I can braid it when-- If, you come over today?" Oops, he remembered it wasn't official yet last-moment. "And on that note, may I perhaps steal your GPS just to break it?" He snickered, trying to be smooth and accepting that he likely failed. "I don't have a lot to do at my place...

"Okay, yeah, I heard. I'm just curious, I don't actually care if you look like a girl, or if they think you do." He shrugged. When asked if he wanted to touch Stephens face, he perked up. Usually people think he's weird when he asks to and he has to explain himself to them. "Yeah!" He quickly...

"I dunNo you give off the vibes of a dude who would wear a dress." He snickered. When his hand was grabbed, he didn't react besides sitting down. He was used to people grabbing his hand in an attempt to guide him, even if he didn't like being guided like that. He figured he probably shouldn't...

Ian heard the gossiping; He's blind, he has to focus on his other senses like touch or hearing. He didn't quite understand them, though. Sure, Stephens voice is a bit feminine, but he's still clearly a dude. And his name is Stephen... Maybe it's his clothes? He obviously can't see, but he can...

"Oh- okay! Yeah, that sounds good." Ian lets Stephen take his tray, smiling. He's so nice and thoughtful! Ian then hooked arms with him instead of holding onto his upper arm like he would with....er. any other guide. He realized he did this earlier, too. Hm. He usually reserves this with...

Ian didn't speak at all while waiting in the line, having to focus on listening-but-not-too-much. He had to make sure he wasn't being spoken to, or about to be rammed into, while also attempting to tune out the overwhelming sounds of teenagers screaming or talking. The cafeteria was, just--...

He nodded. "Yeah, food would be nice. Go to the line in the back? It'll be one of the shortest, if they ask why, say you're a student aide assigned to help me." He does a quick hip check, bumping his hips against Stephen. An act of pure aggression. War. ...Okay, not really.

"If you can't make your way home, you could always come hang out with me after school. Y'know. If your GPS just happens to break." He offered, sMooThlY. "And yeah, I've always loved here. Or at least, as far back as I can remember. Could probably navigate half these streets without the cane, er...

He held onto his arm like he did earlier, walking with him. "Uhh. Honestly, just follow the herd of students walking in one direction." It was easier to say that than to explain when Stephen didn't know the school layout. "My navigation is based a lot around landmarks but you don't know the...

He smiled once he heard his voice. "Hello! It's okay, I see why you were late." He let out a little giggle at his own pun, before taking a step forward. He tapped his cane on the ground twice, then folded it up. He slid it into his bag. He then held out his arm. He stayed like that for a few...

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"Well, if you don't mind being late, you can walk me to class then walk the 10 feet back to yours." He chuckled. He went from chuckling to full on laughing after the 'cute weapon' comment. That definitely wasn't what Stephen was trying to say, but he didn't press it. If Ian embarrassed him too...

Ian laughed when Stephen did. He was honestly pretty cute; His voice was adorable and he kept stumbling over his words or 'uh'ing. "Oh, nice. And it's on the way to mine so we can usually split off here? When, y'know. We're not both being late to class." He stopped at his right classroom, still...

He figured Stephen was just trying to make him feel better, but it worked. "I overheard the receptionist say it. Im Ian Grahmn. I think I already said that, but here it again." He chuckled. "I suppose I should be guiding you around, huh?" He used his cane as he walked, lightly sweeping the floor...

"Yeah, I'm fine-- This, uh. Isn't the first time." He let out a chuckle, but it was more awkward than humorous. He took the tissue, pressing it to his nose. "Yeah, that'd be nice, just give me a moment." He steps out of the now-open door, without further catastrophe. He keeps the tissue pressed...

"Yeah, that would be nice!" He smiled again. Yay, a friend. And a solid distraction as the receptionist called Stephen over. He unfolded his cane, holding it out as he stood up. He walked out of the office without using it, to avoid drawing attention to himself from the tapping. He of course...