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Post by Brin Ferrer on Mar 13, 2009 20:38:56 GMT -5
Brin and his roommate got along fairly well. No, they weren't all that nice to eachother, or civil really, but they lived well together. Adlrick stayed out of Brin's bussiness and he stayed out of Aldrick's. He didn't care that Brin had his little relapses and nightmares and Brin didn't care that he had a poisonous personality and bitchy non-girlfriend. Why would he? They were both hot. He got to see hot sex on a pretty frequent basis. The only time Brin really minded was when bitch-face directed it at him. And his smoking. Apparently she didn't like it. Wrinkles or something. He didn't know and when he tried to ask Aldrick said something nasty to him in German and told him to leave.
Whatever.
Cigarette in hand, Brin had been exiled to the steps in front of his dormritory. Before he even got outside he had charmed the cigarette to stay dry but didn't really bother with himself. The step was already wet when he sat down and he wasn't doing anything important. Who really cared if he got wet? Almost finished with his first cigarette, he took a nice long drag, letting it slowly out into the rain.
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Post by Keahi Andou on Mar 13, 2009 21:41:21 GMT -5
Keahi had apparated back to his dorm and dropped off the book he already had as well as picked up the one Brin had lent him. He may or may not have checked in the mirror to make sure he looked okay. Making sure his hat was cocked to the right angle. He wasn't extremely flashy, not in his standards. He was doing that a lot here, toning it down. It just happened. Of course he was still brightly colored in aspects. The writing on his shirt and hat, bracelets he wore and the like. Of course he had some color in his hair, but it wasn't bright. More of a muted color. But it got the point across. He wasn't boring. But that was beside the point. He just liked to look good. He wasn't trying to impress anyone.
Especially not Brin. Who's dorm was...2...something. Oh well. He'd figure it out when he got there. Making his way back to the dorm building he'd left not too long ago. Not feeling like apparating back. It was still raining. Wonderful. He didn't plan to be out in the rain for too long so whatever.
Making his way to the steps leading to the building he paused for a moment. He was holding Brins book slightly inside his coat so it wouldn't get wet. Speaking of Brin. If Keahi wasn't mistaken that cloud of smoke was him. He cleared his throat.
"Hey. I've got your book."
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Post by Brin Ferrer on Mar 13, 2009 21:57:36 GMT -5
Contrary to how he looked, Brin was having a fairly normal day. Nothing had upset him, he wasn't depressed, he just really needed a smoke. Brin had two particularly defined and opposing personality traits: fidgety unease and almost rude calm. He could sink into a chair with a book like he was never going to get up again and simultaneously tap his foot or fingers like he couldn't stand to be sitting still. His body worked a little independently of himself sometimes. It's why he didn't really care about the rain. He had gotten comfortable where he was. As for the twitching, the smoking helped.
In true form, his foot shifted on the step in front of him as his eyes shifted up to look at Keahi through dripping, black hair. He took his time finishing the last drag on his cigarette and dropping the butt on the ground. He spoke up finally as he crushed it with his heel.
"Got an 'A' right?"
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Post by Keahi Andou on Mar 13, 2009 22:12:21 GMT -5
"Yeah. Not failing."
He nodded a bit, book still being held away from anything wet. It wasn't fair. Brin shouldn't have seemed so interesting. He was just some twitchy drug guy who let Keahi borrow his book. Seeing him sitting on the stairs in the rain should have just seemed stupid. But he was just so cool. It sounded lame and pathetic. Almost like a little kid looking up to a high schooler. People smoked. It happened. For some reason he was just cool. And it irked him a little.
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Post by Brin Ferrer on Mar 13, 2009 22:18:43 GMT -5
He smirked a bit, pulling out his cigarettes and taking out another. Don't worry, the whole box was charmed. Next came his wand. He murmered the spell around the cigarette rested lazily in his lips and at the tip lit a fire he used to start up cigarette number two. He slipped his wand away. Where? That was for him to know and Keahi to wonder.
He took a good long drag, letting the smoke out as spoke. Well, paused and then pulled the box back out, offering it to him and then speaking.
"Smoke?"
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Post by Keahi Andou on Mar 13, 2009 22:32:30 GMT -5
"Hm?"
He may have wondered about the wand. But not enough to ask or care. Smoke? Cigarette. Right. Braindead for a moment.
"Oh. Sure."
He decided on sitting next to him on the stairs. Keahi didn't really smoke. But he didn't not smoke either. Cigarettes anyhow. He'd smoked before, but he wasn't addicted. They were nice and warm. That was appealing in this stupid wet cold country.
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Post by Brin Ferrer on Mar 13, 2009 22:34:19 GMT -5
He pulled one out and set it in his mouth next to the one he was already smoking to light. He then pulled it out and handed it over to him.
"You know, my book's getting wet."
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Post by Keahi Andou on Mar 13, 2009 22:40:43 GMT -5
That's what he was talking about. That shouldn't have seemed cool. And cool shouldn't have been the term that was applied to it. He took the cigarette, ignoring his thoughts.
Then he frowned a bit.
"Is not. Not really."
Okay, so he'd forgotten for a moment or two about the book.
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Post by Brin Ferrer on Mar 13, 2009 22:47:44 GMT -5
Brin wouldn't have guessed those were the thoughts in Keahi's head. He acted conceited but really, most of the time, it just never crossed his mind. He knew he wasn't hideous, it was easy enough for him to get laid, but most of the things he did just happened. He needed to smoke to keep his mind off of what he really wanted, he fidgeted because his mind and body were never really at ease. He was an ass because... well, he was here for school and he didn't feel he had to sugarcoat anything for people he was never going to see again. His actions were the result of the person he was trying not to be.
He rolled his eyes and leaned over to take the book. He charmed it dry and set it next to him on the step. Leaning back on his elbows he blew smoke up into the air and sighed contently.
"You actually smoke, pixie-boy?"
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Post by Keahi Andou on Mar 13, 2009 22:54:26 GMT -5
"Is that your final decision on my name or just the one you chose for the day?"
He was ignoring the question a bit. He didn't see why he needed to know. It should have been obvious from the way he took a drag that it wasn't the first time. No, he wasn't a pro. He couldn't do smoke rings or anything fancy. But he knew the stupid little things that went with the image of smoking. Like letting it out when you talk. Simple things.
"Pixie boy, kid, Keahi. Anything else?"
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Post by Brin Ferrer on Mar 13, 2009 22:56:22 GMT -5
He was really just being obnoxious.
He grinned at the annoyance at the nicknames. He actually thought it fit him nicely.
"What, kid? It fits. It's cute."
Back to his cigarette and staring out at the grounds.
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Post by Keahi Andou on Mar 13, 2009 23:04:22 GMT -5
"How does it fit? You don't know how old I am or anything."
He rolled his contact-less eyes, adjusting his hat a bit. Cute he'd take, maybe. But he didn't get the kid part. Maybe the pixie part, but not really.
And yeah, he got the obnoxious coming through.
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Post by Brin Ferrer on Mar 13, 2009 23:05:33 GMT -5
He grinned and sat up, looking over at him, a little closer to him now.
"How old are you?"
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Post by Keahi Andou on Mar 13, 2009 23:06:49 GMT -5
"Twenty Seven."
He said it straight faced and confident. Like he really was twenty seven. Cigarette in hand, waiting for a response.
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Post by Brin Ferrer on Mar 13, 2009 23:08:02 GMT -5
He quirked an eyebrow, shortly followed by a smirk.
"Uh huh."
He didn't believe him.
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