Wai
Uriel was leaving out a great deal, but Owen wasn't blind to it. The feeling was shared- a nap of some sort sounded heavenly. The rest, the unsaid sentiments left between the lines, didn't go misunderstood. Loosing a gentle sigh, he hoped they knew that. 

*"Boyfriend?-"*

Of course he thought that. Contesting it would only solidify the assumption- every single goddamn time. Whatever. A defiant coil in his chest propelled him to rest a hand on his friend's shoulder when Rask left the room; this wasn't the first time his genuine (if badly worded) affection was called gay, and it wasn't the first time he had resented that. 

"Well! That could certainly have gone worse," He squeaked, squeezing their shoulder before rising from his chair. "Pardon me for a moment."

A calm, precise pilgrimage away from his desk and into the open space at the front of the room. A stretch, like a cat awakening from a leisurely nap curled up in a sunbeam. And then, Owen leaped a solid foot into the air and slammed his feet back onto the ground with enough force to rattle his brain- twenty-five minutes of tamped-down energy-turned-gunpowder shot straight into the floor. 
**BAM.**
*That* Felt incredible. 

Shaking out his head, humming like a distressed radiator, and smacking his legs with his hands, the horribly compressed spark boy recalibrated himself. Freshly cracked hands found the desk drawer with the cards, and a loosened frame collapsed back into its chair. His eyes seemed to be properly alert now, thoughts buzzing behind them in less frantic lines. Maybe now, he would be able to mentally unpack the last half hour.

"Much better! Now.. Uh, UNO? Thoughts? About UNO, or otherwise?"
Mary
At Owen's mention of 'boyfriend', Uriel put a hand on their chin, eyebrows furrowed in thought. 

"I noticed that too, but felt it prudent not to say anything. It's a... Bit odd why anyone would think I would be in a relationship, especially since I've never even kissed anyone." They laughed, finding the idea of being in a relationship a bit amusing in how absurd it was. 

How silly that would be. Uriel had just barely made friends since coming to the Cradle, only now in their life finding people who could look past their abilities. A relationship? That was a giant leap, a deep drop-off; well, Uriel wasn't even sure they *Could* Be attracted to someone in that way.

"Besides that, though... It could have gone worse." 

Even if the worst has yet to come and the elephant in the room hadn't been acknowledged, Oliver didn't seem particularly prone to violence. His answers seemed reasonable, and knowing Oliver was following some sort of internal logic and forethought greatly relieved Uriel.

Their eyes tracked Owen move, following him up and down as he jumped. The way his hair flowed at the apex of his jump was scenic, the bright auburn locks suspended in air for the briefest of moments. 

"Needed to release some energy, I presume?" Uriel quirks an eyebrow up, faintly smiling at the very Owen action. 

"I was greatly impressed with your conduct during the whole affair, though. I could only imagine how difficult this ordeal has been for your mental state..." 
 
Uriel shifts in their seat as they pause, trailing off briefly as wonder how to properly express the sentiment that followed. 

"Thanks. For all of this. It... It means a lot to me to have your company. I'm, ah, vaguely aware of UNO's rules, so I might be able to provide a decent match."

Uriel's tone is sincere and soft, delicate in contrast with the harsh LED lights of the basement room. As Owen strides over, they pull a chair to the opposite side of their desk, and gesture him to sit across.
Wai
"Pfft. I've kissed a couple people. Disastrous. Might be just my bass and I in the end," Owen joked, his tone dry and sarcastic. He unzipped his leather jacket, the shiny black armour stretched across his chest too warm and no longer needed. 

His choice of shirt today was Metallica's *Ride the Lightning*- in retrospect, the electric chair floating in the blue thundercloud was a dark sort of a joke given the circumstances.

"Ah, yeah. It gets all pent-up, like my limbs are coiled springs or something- I can't sit still usually, but it gets so much worse in classrooms for whatever reason." Another stretch; his shoulder popped loudly. "I think it's being *Told* That I can't move. Makes me need it more." A half-hearted snort. 

"I've never had a teacher not tell me to stop it before. That's new."

It was. Years upon years of *"Take those headphones out"*, *"Stop that racket"*, and *"You're making that up. Stop being dramatic."* Had worn on him, and his hopes for remotely pleasant teachers. Rask was by no means pleasant, but he hadn't cared about Owen's fidgeting, which was *Something*. 

"Of course."

His voice lowered to match Uriel's, sweeter tones buzzing less painfully in his ear canals. He could hear his every move without his headphones; it was a little uncomfortable, but something still on edge told him to remain vigilant.

"Let's see if I remember how to play this, eh?"