super casual ic.

/nods a few and glances off in thought.
i guess you could say both... though, i mostly watch and help others with fencing these days.
/offers a hand out for a handshake and returns victor's smile with one of his own, finding interacting with the other more amusing than he expected and slightly more interested in him than he lets on with his words.
i'm blue, by the way. nice to meet you... for now, i guess. still trying to decide if my first impression will be a good one.

/hums, looking off to the side to consider the thought, before he turns back to blue and gives him a wide smile.
oh, so you fence? or do you just watch them fence?
/he almost looks proud at how he was able to make the other scrunch his nose, but he laughs it off and shakes his head.
sorry, sorry. i'm victor. you just have the kind of... personality, or something, that makes you fun to tease. when you do that, you look like a kitten.
/he mimics the other's scrunched up face to prove a point, before chuckling to himself and relaxing his face.

long story short, i baby sit people who fence and baby sit them in the dorms too. that's all i do here on campus.
/his face scrunches a little at victor's antics and he mimics the other briefly before rolling his eyes.
aaaaanyway, what's your name even? need to know for my list of mortal enemies.

/a smile spread across victor's face and he opens his eyes to look at the other man's face, basking in the successful teasing.
oh, that sounds... cool. i think. i'm not sure if i really understand what that is.
/he coos and reaches out, pretending to pull at and squeeze blue's cheeks. he pulls away and gets comfortable in the beanbag again.
did i hurt your feewings? unless her class has something to do with volleyball, then i have no idea how to help her. only good at teasing people, unfortunately.

yes! well— technically, i'm an assistant coach, and i work as one of the ra's on campus, but yeah. basically a ta.
/nudges his head in the direction of her laptop.
what class are you studying for? maybe the genius next to me is better at helping than he is hurting my feelings.

/the minute she receives an “ok” from one of them, she sets her things aside and makes herself comfortable on the bean bag. however, noticing the expression and response of the other man, she couldn’t help but let a chuckle, one that sounded a little too fake.
oh— ok.
/taking out her laptop to view her notes from class, her head perks up when she hears the other’s response and tries to break the ice between her and the boys.
oh so you work here? are you a ta by chance?

/lets out a somewhat offended scoff.
hey! i'll have you know i'm a totally respectable young gentleman!
/playfully, he scoots his beanbag slightly away from victor's, flopping back down and crossing his arms with a "hmph!" before settling back in his seat
no, but really, i'm on my break and trying to relax. it's just been a day, yknow?

/he peeks out from one of his eyes to see the girl before him, and he tries to give her a warm, polite smile, but it probably comes off as an uncomfortable smirk.
sure. beware of that guy though.
/closes his eyes again and nestles back into the comfort of the beanbag, arms across his chest.
... what exactly do you do for work if you're just sitting around here?

/looks over to the beanbag, then at the woman asking about it and shakes his head.
no one is taking the seat, so by all means!
/waves his arm as if to motion it's all hers.

well...
/he pauses, looking around the room in case there are any other employees around and leaning closer to victor before whispering:
technically, i'm at work right now, so i don't think that'd be a good look.

/after class, she decided to stop by the lounge to grab a few snacks from the vending machine before settling down somewhere to study. noticing there was one bean bag left across from the two men, she decided to occupy the spot while walking towards it.
hey um, is anyone taking this seat by chance?

remind me not to share a bottle with you.
/closes his eyes and tilts his head back, sitting in his own beanbag.
whats stopping you from getting wasted?

such a vibe.
/he says, slouching into a beanbag as well.
feels like a "straight from the bottle" kind of hour right now.

/huffs defeatedly behind a thick textbook and notebook, slumping in her seat and exhaling out:
man, i wanna get wasted so bad.

/he feigns an offended gasp and even goes as far as putting a hand to his chest.
how dare you, mr. yu! i'll have you know that they're still alive and well, sir!
/a small laugh escapes him and he shakes his head at the silliness of it all, but he settles back in his seat and hits the button to start the alarm.
don't worry about giving me anything and don't worry about my intentions. just rest. i have no reason to try and be an , and i'll wake you in a bit!

i’m… seriously considering the alarm option now. i have the distinct feeling whoever said that to you was dead.
/he said, with a little laugh to indicate that he’s joking, but quiets down nonetheless. the bustle of the surrounding area brings his eyelids down heavier, but the company next to him makes him a little on edge.
well… i have no choice to trust you. as long as you don’t take pictures of me and post them on instagram, i’ll buy you a soda or something.

hmm... i'd have to say my voice. i hear i sound like an angel, so it'd be an honor to wake to the sound of my voice.
/he answers, mostly in jest, but he sets an alarm just in case and makes sure to choose one of the calmer alarm sounds as well as lower the volume.
don't worry though— no matter what, i have your back! and if you need 5 more minutes, i'll just hit snooze.

/peering up at his new neighbour, alex sighed and closed his eyes again, the last little bits of his energy making him scrunch up his nose.
i’m not sure which will wake me up better— your voice or the excruciating torture that is the default alarm sound.

/shortly after alex does blue follow, taking a seat right next to him (within a reasonable distance because personal space) and whipping out his phone to pull up his clock app.
want me to wake you or set an alarm after two minutes?

/saunters into the room and drops a large textbook onto the table, his eyes with dark circles around them and sunken in. he rests his head on the table and closes his eyes.
two minute nap.

maybe not, but i wouldn't get pissy with an innocent stranger over it either.
/she retorts casually, no change in her light tone or her smile; she shrugs off his attitude and shifts back into a comfortable position in her seat.
perhaps this is a sign your mind needs a break from the studying for a moment.

He gives a single flick of his wrist to indulge in one of his of joys. The moment didn't last long when an unfamiliar voice snagged his attention. His dark brown eyes attached to the voice in question meeting it with an exasperated sneaker of his own. "Would you be if you had a mid-term tomorrow on Biomedical Instrumentation and Sensors?"

/distracted from her conversation with elyse by the crumpled face in the corner of her eye and the accompanying deep sigh from its owner, she briefly adjusts her body to look at the stranger and wave for his attention.
hey, you alright over there?

/pen twirling within his fingers as he scans of his workbook. Irritation passes through his features just for a moment. A extracted deep sigh ripple through him before closing the workbook once more then reaches in his bag grabbing world racing magazine./

/it takes her a second to really get an idea of what clued her in on how she may have known about her being thai, but then she remembers she Does speak with a bit of an accent at times that may give it away, and she lights up a little bit at the fact that elyse picked up on it.
i am, yeah. wait, are you?
/switching over to speaking in thai, she perks up and scoots over to elyse with newfound energy.
now you gotta make me a homemade meal! it's very important!

Vincent Pachara kills the engine to his motorcycle once he arrives at the venue. He removes his helmet to shake loose thick jet black strain of hair. They day had been long and his body exhausted from the labors of the day. Tucking his helmet under his arm he pushes open the doors then walks over to an open seats and exhale breathe before extracting his physics.

/she listens to her intently, nodding her head along with each of her responses.
well, the only thing i have from home are mama noodles.
/chuckling to ease the moment, she reminisced the times when her and her family had nothing to survive on but noodles and rice. hence, explains why she often thrives on noodles in college.
maybe we can look up a recipe and use what we have here? by the way, are you…
/observing her facial features, she hesitates on determining her nationality.
are you also thai?

i don't know... i just really miss homecooked meals from my stepdad and wanna have something made with extra love.
/lets out a dreamy sigh, reminiscing of all the foods and flavors that come to mind for a moment before cutting in with another thought.
cake would also be nice, though.

/her head directly moves towards the sound of the voice, eyes off of her notes in front of her before closing it and setting it aside.
well, what exactly are you craving for? sounds like, something difficult almost.

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