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Post by Brin Ferrer on Nov 16, 2008 1:51:18 GMT -5
Yes, that would be Brin's offended look.
"Why not?"
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Post by Keahi Andou on Nov 16, 2008 1:51:43 GMT -5
"Because...?"
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Post by Brin Ferrer on Nov 16, 2008 1:54:36 GMT -5
Tch.
"Fine."
He shoved his half smoked cigarette into his hand.
"Hold this."
And he headed off to get his pudding.
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Post by Keahi Andou on Nov 16, 2008 1:55:29 GMT -5
That would be Keahi blinking. And looking at the cigarette with a look that says 'why am I holding you?'
"Okay...?"
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Post by Brin Ferrer on Nov 16, 2008 2:00:55 GMT -5
He slipped back in, cutting a bit to grab himself some more pudding.He payed and headed back to the table.
"How the hell do you not like pudding?"
He sat back down, leaving his cigarette where it was and starting in on his pudding. Chocolate again.
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Post by Keahi Andou on Nov 16, 2008 2:03:38 GMT -5
Cigarette in hand, he tried to continue his work. And all too soon he returned.
". . .I never said I didn't like pudding."
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Post by Brin Ferrer on Nov 16, 2008 2:04:29 GMT -5
He quirked an eyebrow, still eating.
"Then what?"
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Post by Keahi Andou on Nov 16, 2008 2:05:16 GMT -5
"It's just not my favorite food." . . . "I don't have to explain myself to you."
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Post by Brin Ferrer on Nov 16, 2008 2:06:54 GMT -5
"Uh huh."
He chuckled. There he went, trying to act cool again. Setting his pudding down he got comfortable to get back to work. Before getting started, though, he leaned forward to take a drag, right out of Keahi's hand.
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Post by Keahi Andou on Nov 16, 2008 2:09:01 GMT -5
"It's true." He wasn't trying to act cool. He was cool. Completely cool. So completely cool that that drag had no affect on him whatsoever. None at all. Not even a slight stomach movement. Nothing. Completely cool.
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Post by Brin Ferrer on Nov 16, 2008 2:15:24 GMT -5
Uh huh.
He looked up at him, right at him before pulling back. Sitting up, fixing his paper, never taking his eyes off him, and then letting it trickle out of his mouth.
"Uh huh."
He took the cigarette back and looked back down, this time he was actually getting started on his work. As far as he was concerned it was homework time now.
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Post by Keahi Andou on Nov 16, 2008 2:31:16 GMT -5
He watched him for a moment. Scientific study, he swears. Nothing to do with the smoking and eyes and yeah. Nothing. He was...weird. Extremely weird.
Right...
Back to his work. No cigarette in hand. Just herbology....wonderful.
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Post by Brin Ferrer on Nov 16, 2008 2:38:06 GMT -5
After a bit Brin put his cigarette out, but for the most part he meant it. This was homework time and he had a lot to do. Most people wouldn't believe it but he did this sometimes. He got studious. School mattered to him. A lot. In fact, it meant everything. So, he worked. He almost looked innocent most of the time, actually caring about something.
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Post by Keahi Andou on Nov 16, 2008 2:43:25 GMT -5
Strange. Innocent looking? If he wasn't witness to it he may never have believed it. Not that he was looking. He had to finish the paper. Or else.
He was passing. That was the important part. Passing with good enough grades to look like a decent student. But that was thanks in part to loss of many hours of sleep. He was just not naturally that smart. And it showed. Atleast, his dormmate knew it.
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Post by Brin Ferrer on Nov 16, 2008 2:52:24 GMT -5
Brin had straight A's, across the board, whether people knew it or believed it. He didn't run around screaming it. He just needed the grades. Maybe he liked school, maybe he just wanted to prove he wasn't a fuck up.
Either way he was almost finished and he had class in twenty minutes. Digging in his bag, he pulled out his cigarettes again, lighting one up. This was not even close to his second one today.
"I gotta go, pixie."
He gathered up his books and stood up, speaking with it in his mouth again. It was a habit of his.
"You gonna be okay all by yourself?"
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