Please stop (p)

Emiliano squinted his eyes, looking at the sun that was going back to sleep. "It hurts my eyes to look at something so pretty!" he whined silently before pouting like a toddler. He was doing something that looked like a mix of skipping and waltzing, basically moving through the garden. The boy was wearing a oversized sweater with the text 'I'm not special, I'm limited edition' and a pair of jeans. If you looked really hard, you could see a person sitting on a bench not that far away. Milo decided to skip/waltz a bit faster to greet this person.

Milo stopped a few feet from the bench and put his hands on his knees, trying to catch his breath. He didn't even run and he was already panting. "Skipping is a good way to clear up last nights bad choices. I had cheesecake." he chuckled looking at the boy who probably had no idea why this psychopath was talking to him.

Emiliano glanced back at his shoes. "It's a reference from an old movie that I really like." he tilted his head in confusion, looking like a lost puppy. "I just saw you from far away and I am really curious of...what you're doing?" he took a tiny step closer to the boy, almost as if it was an accident. Milo studied the strangers features, staring shamelessly and ignoring his privacy.

"Work for cohort. Right. What cohort are you in?" Milo took a step back after noticing that the stranger was uncomfortable around him. "Emiliano! But friends call me Milo." he opened up his arms, standing there in all glory. "I want your name in exchange." Milo said.

"Milo. Just call me Milo. It's simple, cute and short." he corrected him, joined with a horror movie-like giggle. "Oh I've hear lots about you." not all of it was good and not all of it was bad. "I'm in the 2nd." he hesitated, because he felt like he was bragging, even though there was nothing to brag about. "So Chadwick, or Chad, whatever you prefer. Do you have a godparent or are you a legacy oor..?" Emiliano asked raising his other brow, imitating his new acquaintance.

Emiliano stood there in silence, regretting what he just said. "Well, people say you're calm and a good leader." he chirped happily like a nightingale, deciding to leave the negative things out. "My mom is Venus. My grandfather is Neptune." Milo said, silencing his voice towards the end. People usually freaked out when he told them about his roots or whatsoever.

"That's all." Emilio said, followed by a gulp. He wasn't that known for good lying. The air felt hot and heavy, and there was a silent battle going on inside him. He was pleasantly surprised after Chadwick complimented his father. Milo slowly sat down, not too close to him and avoided eye contact. "How about Venus?" he carefully tried asking.

"Thank you, I guess?" Emilio swung his legs back and forth like little boys did. He listened closely to Chadwick's voice, processing every word. "Bad? Just stupid rumors made by people jealous of your success. Why would you even want to hear them? They're stupid and useless and usually not true. I'm not nervous." he rambled on and on, getting distracted from the original topic.

Chadwick looked at Emilio and sighed. "Tell me. I'm not going to overreact." He reassured him. "I can take criticism."

"No that's not what I meant." Milo instinctively put his hands up, as if he was getting arrested. "I swear on my moms head there's nothing really important going on but knowing the type of people like you you won't let it go." he said, laughing nervously. "There's just people criticizing your..uh..personality. Not that you can really do anything about it." Emilio shrugged.

Chadwick looked over at Emilio. "Is it because I'm sarcastic?" He asked, looking him up and down. He sighed. "Oh, no, people's feelings are hurt." Yep, he was sarcastic. He couldn't help it. "Is there anything else or is that it?"

"I don't think it's a bad thing at all." Emilio said clicked his tongue. "You shouldn't pay attention at those kind of things. They're useless. Mostly I heard them from snobby higher ups" he gave a small laugh, realizing that he was one of them.