[ everyone is truly busy out there partying or passed the fuck out. he hobbles along with her, occasionally knocking their heads together. ]
Ahahah! I'm not sure how my attendance affects you in particular, but you're a real goody two-shoes, aren't you? Wouldn't you rather have something more practical? A drink? A meal?
[ continues to yap at the speed of light ]
I mean, I could show up to my lectures, but is that really what you want from me? Seems like a waste of a request. You're real [ (webtoon narration voice) ] interesting, Ishy. C'mon. You gotta have something more fun in you.
[ why isn't he blackout drunk instead so that she won't have to endure any more of his yaps...... she then carefully lays him down on the nearest couch available, dimming the lamp over his head. ]
I have my ways of having fun. You're probably not interested in them, though. [ and this is why she is a loner. ] Now stay there and don't move. I'll be back.
[ zombiewalks off to get the essentials. it's like dealing with a toddler... ]
[ sorry to ish but not sorry to blair because he's tugging on her wrist before she can move out of arm's length. he's surprisingly adept. whether this means she falls on top of him or whatever else i'll leave that to you to decide, but that is… the intent…
but he lets her go just as quickly. he really is a toddler trying to get his babysitter's attention. ]
Hold on, hold on. Why don't you try me? I have a pretty open mind. You're my benefactor. I can't just leave you wanting, can I?
[ was he mildly offended by the 'what hot guy' comment, maybe
look i, ly, just have to accept that in a college au he'd be a fucking frat boy so here we are ]
[ HE WOULD BE A FRAT BOY while she is just Some Guy (literal). she almost trips when he grabs for her wrist but otherwise manages to catch herself. ]
Leave me wanting? Why do you keep putting it like that...
[ SHE DOESN'T WANT HIM RIGHT NOW. maybe. she's mostly irate bc he woke her up at the asscrack of dawn, ok. huffs. ]
Just let me get your fucking blanket first, okay. Behave.
[ she won't be long so don't miss her too much. lowkey praying that he passes tf out so that he won't have to talk anymore (please talk to her more 🥺) ]
not to mention, he's finally horizontal and on a reasonably comfortable surface. the odds are stacked against all of us, so unfortunately by the time she returns he's knocked the fked out.
snzzzzzzzz light snoring included. you don't get any more behaved than this out of him, ]
[ whoa, he actually conked out. she looms over him with a marine blanket in one hand and a glass of water in the other, setting the latter down on the end table beside him before draping the former over him.
it's a bit too small on him. damn.
she should leave, but instead she sits down on the other end of the couch with a huge yawn, giving him one long look before closing her eyes and leaning her head back. he can probably take care of himself, but in that drunk state of his? not a chance. he should at least have someone to look after him till then. ]
[ did she really just refuse to take him into her room but decide to stay with him anyway. how het
while he won't be stirring anytime soon, he isn't the most still sleeper, especially when hot off the heels of being wasted. like, if she acidentally conks out next to him turning into a glorified body pillow wouldn't be the strangest thing.
otherwise, if she's listening to his nonsensical mumbling he'll be going on about swimming in oceans of french fries, tossing and turning as he tries to stuff all of them into his mouth. as it goes… it probably means the blanket ends up falling every so often. ]
[ this is exactly why they can't share beds rn he seems to be an annoying sleeping partner!!! she thought she was going to sleep here till sunrise, but the sensation of the blanket falling off of him manages to stir her from her sleep, blinking wildly at where she is and who that guy is and realizing that anyone could see them together right now and start thinking weird ideas.
rising from the couch, she picks up the blanket and spreads it all over elysium again before shuffling off to find the hall director. then -- ]
Hey. Wake up.
[ poke.
poke poke.
she's going to poke him nonstop on the cheek with his new keycard now. pokepokepokepokepokepokepokepokepokepoke ]
Edited (actually nvm i want her to hold him) 2025-02-22 12:23 (UTC)
[ they're in uni and they're in dorms. stranger shit happens than finding two people passed out on a couch together, it's fine
but he's actually a pretty light sleeper and rouses after the first poke. he does not stir, vaguely wondering just how long she'll try and poke him for and whether or not she'll give up, but by the time she pulls out the keycard he's like ok girl really does not want to let him rest in peace, catching her wrist before she can poke him for the nth time and staring directly at her.
[ yeah, but... he is a boy, she is a girl........ you know how the song goes
she really was going to poke him to death so that he won't ever annoy her again. but she's suddenly forced to stop and stare at him with an equally flat look, dangling the keycard in front of his face. ]
Come on. Let's get you back to your room.
[ and if he needs help in sitting up she's going to help him with a hefty tug. up to him. ]
[ how could this be… jk. ugh, fine. he's more or less sober now, mostly eepy as he sits up sluggishly. making no move to stand just yet, he offers the faintest resistance against rising to his feet. ]
Before that, I owe you even more now. So? You never did tell me. What do you do for fun?
[ hold up a sec, she's going to fling his arm over her shoulder now, getting him up on his feet. why does he have to be so tall, she thinks. ]
I like to fish. It's an old-guy hobby, I know. Swimming too, but I'm not part of the swim team here. But most of the time I just study.
[ she drags them off to the halls now in a slow and steady pace, passing by her door because he did tell her his room is down the hall so maybe this is the way...? ]
stares off blankly… he does not need her help to move but he will accept it nonetheless. she is on the right track though, because he'll stop her when they reach their destination. ]
If studying's that much of a hobby for you… [ trails off to consider this. ] Do you drink a lot of coffee?
they are not niche hobbies typically associated with the elderly, but there was no way for him to have known that's what she meant by that unless she told him? and now he does. great. he will not ask again, but he will stow away the information for future use. ]
Find me at the coffee shop across the library weekend mornings and Fridays. I'll be there, ready to fix you up a drink, on the house. Kay? Kay. [ a little salute as a farewell gesture. ] See you there.
[ linger for like, a second and she can probably hear him conk tf out on his bed ]
[ but the door slams on her face before she can get a word on, head tilting at the unmistakable sound of his snoring. she was going to tell him that she doesn't want to get a free drink, it's fine, but...
she clenches her fists. she really was hoping that this will be the last time they'll ever meet. then again, she can choose not to go there either. ]
[ yet here she is, a couple of weeks long after orientation. the night is still young as she waits in line, figuring out what pastry to get with her coffee and wondering if he really is here like he said.
well, even if he is, he probably wouldn't be able to stay around and chat up a customer who will be knee-deep in her studying after getting her food. regardless, she's going to need some help deciding, hmmmmmm. ]
[ those are wild dreams considering they're living in the same dorm
but, well, it's not actually that hard to miss him when he's hardly around to begin with. friday evenings for the coffee shop do tend to be quieter, with most people out celebrating the weekend regardless of whether or not they trended towards partying. most would assume elysium falls into that crowd, but he doesn't actually party that much, relatively speaking—if anything, he's just incredibly active and outdoorsy.
so, the friday shift it is. he's bussing a table when she walks in, face immediately brightening with recognition. finishing up with his task, he swings back behind the counter with a casual wave. ]
Oh. You actually made it! Here I thought you were avoiding me on purpose. What can I get for you?
I could make you an espresso shot. [ tilts his head in thought. ] Or several, depending on how desperate you are. Sure are working hard on a Friday evening, are huh?
[ a shrug. ] I don't really have anything else to do. You know how it is. Study, study, study, until you get a good job once you're outta here.
[ she just realizes how depressing that sounds, but that's reality, she supposes. besides she's the one who has elderly hobbies around here that aren't so exciting. ]
As for dessert, you can surprise me. Can't really decide on what to get.
[ not me leaving a word i forgot to delete in there
but hmmmm. he studies her, expression unreadable. with a subtle gesture toward one of the empty tables, he wordlessly invites her to sit before turning away to start on her coffee. ]
I wouldn't know, actually. [ bluntly. ] It's a cliché to say that there's more to life than a good job, but I know enough about the science behind studying to know that spacing things out increases retention.
she settles at one of the nearer tables, unzipping her backpack and putting down a stack of thick textbooks, then some notebooks, opening one of them to a dog-eared page. if elysium ever bothers to take a peek, it's math and theories all the way down in neat font. such is the life of a business major. ]
...Let's just say I've had enough excitement for one lifetime. [ she lets out a self-deprecating laugh, arranging her pens and highlighters on the side. ] Hence my old-school hobbies. And by the way, you haven't told me what you usually do apart from partying hard and bussing tables.
[ not that it matters. he just seems like every other happy-go-lucky guy who likes to whoop it up. ]
Haha. Just goes to show that first impressions aren't everything. But that's putting it in extremes—there's gotta be more middle ground between stuff you'd consider exciting and studying than fishing. Like, I dunno, walks along the seaside?
[ while the coffee brews, he sets a slice of lemon cake on her table. ]
Who doesn't like walks along the seaside? Besides, that answer's kind of cliche. When was the last time you heard someone put down "fishing" as their hobby, huh? Exactly.
[ shrugs, then picks up the fork to slice through the cake. ]
And no, not really. There's no way you're just as boring as I am.
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Ahahah! I'm not sure how my attendance affects you in particular, but you're a real goody two-shoes, aren't you? Wouldn't you rather have something more practical? A drink? A meal?
[ continues to yap at the speed of light ]
I mean, I could show up to my lectures, but is that really what you want from me? Seems like a waste of a request. You're real [ (webtoon narration voice) ] interesting, Ishy. C'mon. You gotta have something more fun in you.
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[ why isn't he blackout drunk instead so that she won't have to endure any more of his yaps...... she then carefully lays him down on the nearest couch available, dimming the lamp over his head. ]
I have my ways of having fun. You're probably not interested in them, though. [ and this is why she is a loner. ] Now stay there and don't move. I'll be back.
[ zombiewalks off to get the essentials. it's like dealing with a toddler... ]
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but he lets her go just as quickly. he really is a toddler trying to get his babysitter's attention. ]
Hold on, hold on. Why don't you try me? I have a pretty open mind. You're my benefactor. I can't just leave you wanting, can I?
[ was he mildly offended by the 'what hot guy' comment, maybe
look i, ly, just have to accept that in a college au he'd be a fucking frat boy so here we are ]
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Leave me wanting? Why do you keep putting it like that...
[ SHE DOESN'T WANT HIM RIGHT NOW. maybe. she's mostly irate bc he woke her up at the asscrack of dawn, ok. huffs. ]
Just let me get your fucking blanket first, okay. Behave.
[ she won't be long so don't miss her too much. lowkey praying that he passes tf out so that he won't have to talk anymore (please talk to her more 🥺) ]
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not to mention, he's finally horizontal and on a reasonably comfortable surface. the odds are stacked against all of us, so unfortunately by the time she returns he's knocked the fked out.
snzzzzzzzz light snoring included. you don't get any more behaved than this out of him, ]
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it's a bit too small on him. damn.
she should leave, but instead she sits down on the other end of the couch with a huge yawn, giving him one long look before closing her eyes and leaning her head back. he can probably take care of himself, but in that drunk state of his? not a chance. he should at least have someone to look after him till then. ]
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while he won't be stirring anytime soon, he isn't the most still sleeper, especially when hot off the heels of being wasted. like, if she acidentally conks out next to him turning into a glorified body pillow wouldn't be the strangest thing.
otherwise, if she's listening to his nonsensical mumbling he'll be going on about swimming in oceans of french fries, tossing and turning as he tries to stuff all of them into his mouth. as it goes… it probably means the blanket ends up falling every so often. ]
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rising from the couch, she picks up the blanket and spreads it all over elysium again before shuffling off to find the hall director. then -- ]
Hey. Wake up.
[ poke.
poke poke.
she's going to poke him nonstop on the cheek with his new keycard now. pokepokepokepokepokepokepokepokepokepoke ]
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but he's actually a pretty light sleeper and rouses after the first poke. he does not stir, vaguely wondering just how long she'll try and poke him for and whether or not she'll give up, but by the time she pulls out the keycard he's like ok girl really does not want to let him rest in peace, catching her wrist before she can poke him for the nth time and staring directly at her.
what does she want… they were so comfortable!!! ]
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she really was going to poke him to death so that he won't ever annoy her again. but she's suddenly forced to stop and stare at him with an equally flat look, dangling the keycard in front of his face. ]
Come on. Let's get you back to your room.
[ and if he needs help in sitting up she's going to help him with a hefty tug. up to him. ]
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[ how could this be… jk. ugh, fine. he's more or less sober now, mostly eepy as he sits up sluggishly. making no move to stand just yet, he offers the faintest resistance against rising to his feet. ]
Before that, I owe you even more now. So? You never did tell me. What do you do for fun?
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[ hold up a sec, she's going to fling his arm over her shoulder now, getting him up on his feet. why does he have to be so tall, she thinks. ]
I like to fish. It's an old-guy hobby, I know. Swimming too, but I'm not part of the swim team here. But most of the time I just study.
[ she drags them off to the halls now in a slow and steady pace, passing by her door because he did tell her his room is down the hall so maybe this is the way...? ]
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stares off blankly… he does not need her help to move but he will accept it nonetheless. she is on the right track though, because he'll stop her when they reach their destination. ]
If studying's that much of a hobby for you… [ trails off to consider this. ] Do you drink a lot of coffee?
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she lets him go then, letting him lean against the door to his room. ]
Yeah, I do. Why?
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they are not niche hobbies typically associated with the elderly, but there was no way for him to have known that's what she meant by that unless she told him? and now he does. great. he will not ask again, but he will stow away the information for future use. ]
Find me at the coffee shop across the library weekend mornings and Fridays. I'll be there, ready to fix you up a drink, on the house. Kay? Kay. [ a little salute as a farewell gesture. ] See you there.
[ linger for like, a second and she can probably hear him conk tf out on his bed ]
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Wait--
[ but the door slams on her face before she can get a word on, head tilting at the unmistakable sound of his snoring. she was going to tell him that she doesn't want to get a free drink, it's fine, but...
she clenches her fists. she really was hoping that this will be the last time they'll ever meet. then again, she can choose not to go there either. ]
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well, even if he is, he probably wouldn't be able to stay around and chat up a customer who will be knee-deep in her studying after getting her food. regardless, she's going to need some help deciding, hmmmmmm. ]
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but, well, it's not actually that hard to miss him when he's hardly around to begin with. friday evenings for the coffee shop do tend to be quieter, with most people out celebrating the weekend regardless of whether or not they trended towards partying. most would assume elysium falls into that crowd, but he doesn't actually party that much, relatively speaking—if anything, he's just incredibly active and outdoorsy.
so, the friday shift it is. he's bussing a table when she walks in, face immediately brightening with recognition. finishing up with his task, he swings back behind the counter with a casual wave. ]
Oh. You actually made it! Here I thought you were avoiding me on purpose. What can I get for you?
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but crap, he really is here. but there's no avoiding him now, so she mulls over today's menu. ]
Uh, what would you recommend? I want something that can keep me up all night.
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probably ]
I could make you an espresso shot. [ tilts his head in thought. ] Or several, depending on how desperate you are. Sure are working hard on a Friday evening, are huh?
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[ she just realizes how depressing that sounds, but that's reality, she supposes. besides she's the one who has elderly hobbies around here that aren't so exciting. ]
As for dessert, you can surprise me. Can't really decide on what to get.
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but hmmmm. he studies her, expression unreadable. with a subtle gesture toward one of the empty tables, he wordlessly invites her to sit before turning away to start on her coffee. ]
I wouldn't know, actually. [ bluntly. ] It's a cliché to say that there's more to life than a good job, but I know enough about the science behind studying to know that spacing things out increases retention.
[ there the beans go! getting ground up! ]
Do you want to have something else to do?
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she settles at one of the nearer tables, unzipping her backpack and putting down a stack of thick textbooks, then some notebooks, opening one of them to a dog-eared page. if elysium ever bothers to take a peek, it's math and theories all the way down in neat font. such is the life of a business major. ]
...Let's just say I've had enough excitement for one lifetime. [ she lets out a self-deprecating laugh, arranging her pens and highlighters on the side. ] Hence my old-school hobbies. And by the way, you haven't told me what you usually do apart from partying hard and bussing tables.
[ not that it matters. he just seems like every other happy-go-lucky guy who likes to whoop it up. ]
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[ while the coffee brews, he sets a slice of lemon cake on her table. ]
You don't think that's all I do?
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[ shrugs, then picks up the fork to slice through the cake. ]
And no, not really. There's no way you're just as boring as I am.
[ lmao
nom. mm, that's good lemon. ]
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