The translation was as famous as it was debated. As with all academic things with a leg in the world of renown art, it was appreciated recreation as much as it was a testament of history. Yuri read it well.<br/><br/><i>Love was waiting in the shadows for Catallus</i><br/><br/>The boys were left on opposite sides of a table Nahoya had objected lightly and Rei had insisted on. Naho had his glasses on because he'd be leaving soon, and then he'd be driving. Kitato had better eyes, and when they were younger, the yet to be scientifically inclined older brother had said it was because Kit had gold in his on the background of their father's dark. That gilded and shaded attention was cast downward on the crumbs now. Naho had stood up for himself with those plates, and won.<br/><br/>"You'll be just in time for the bus." Nahoya offered. Kit had declined a ride enough times that it wouldn't be a viable subject anymore. The younger man nodded and turned his chin up finally, flattening the slight squint of handsome youth drama on his face. Naho smiled widely, true.<br/><br/><i>If he said he didn't mean to find it, it would be strange he sought it out</i><br/><br/>In fact, Kitato took the early bus. No other students there. Quieter and he could claim the larger seats meant for people who might have a harder time traveling. It was never occupied on this particular route. He cooked in the light and caught himself in shade of the walking bridge close to campus. Even he was impressed by his nonchalance and how well it suited him.<br/><br/>The stop was inconvenient, which was exactly the point. He'd expressively declined Nahoya's suggestion to attend Rei's class, and this was the remnants of his struggle of avoiding it. It was summer for one, and Rei had a certain flavor to the uncommitted boy lately. It was a minor nuisance, like having fire in her irises at the breakfast table, but he'd rather not deal with such things now that he'd have a world of new troubles to delight over. Last few years in school had been flattering on his ego, and let him believe he'd grown up a little better than his mature brother. That hadn't helped his attitude much, but at least he kept his manners and sometimes even affection for his family. It was a very popular detail, that the dark boy who'd start fights and meet girls at hotels would be so close and obedient to his brother.<br/><br/>Nahoya<3: He just left. Don't worry. You will be fine. Sorry if he skulks. XD<br/><br/>Kitato enjoyed the stillness when he walked from the stop by the convenience store through the university. The heat, despite what his hard brow might suggest, didn't bother him when he was in motion. His hair was recently cut on the sides, long top swept back expertly. His bones were sharp but his skin was soft. A hooligan's haircut with a sweet boy's face. Since the strangeness of his eyecolor was undecided, he remained exactly in between the two characters of the social spectrum, and decided himself which one you'd meet.<br/><br/><i>But Catallus did his part too, in scheme of happenings</i><br/><br/>He came into the room with his backpack hanging in his fingers. "Sorry." he said when he saw Rei, and pumped his lower lip at her, which was technically a frown, but he was selling it as a soft expression. The girls who were lumped over straightened suddenly at the male. He was wearing an unusually bright gray t-shirt, with its short sleeves rolled up over his shoulders to increase the perceived length of already endless arms, and the scoop of the neck was exaggerated by the abusive wash. It was like finally dropping accelerant on their smoking minds.<br/><br/>Kit took the empty chair and pulled out a traditional notepad and a pen with the course literature. The boy in front of him with is head dropped back had not reacted to the entrance, and Kitato thought that was fair. He still kicked the bottom of the chair to startle his classmate into an upright existence. When the boy turned with a true frown, Kitato's cadence trumped his annoyance. The little brother nodded to what was essentially his sister in law, and the boy turned to look that way, submissively. He was here for her, after all.<br/><br/>Done with what turned out to be a ridiculous, virtually wordless introduction, and a sure-fire way to become something of a summer mirage for the already staring eyes to consider while they were alone, he also focused on Rei. He coughed once in his closed mouth when a crumb from the toast she'd made for him today tickled his airway when seeing her in this light. The blouse hugged her tighter than Nahoya in the morning on some increasingly transparent places, despite its original, looser fit. Kit shrugged his naked shoulders and turned away, the sigh a return to form and light, trademarked brooding.<br/><br/>It was actually a retreat. From this angle, he could see some of the shapes he'd tried not to think of, in private, and it made him warm enough to forget about the heat.<br/><br/><i>Catallus should have known, but in the beginning, he did not</i><br/><br/>Yuri sat down, which was good, since her attention was no longer on the embellished translation.