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.
[ he gives her a pointed look, splaying a hand atop her table. if she wants to give him attitude, alright. he'll bite. he'll circle back to the other comment later. ]
[ sorry, that just elicits a smug ass grin and laugh. ]
Uh huh… well, you do you.
[ he pulls away, padding back to the espresso machine. ]
Hopefully those other things aren't currently in the building with us. We're too close in age for me to lecture you about not letting life pass you by.
[ he probably wouldn't see it from here, but her expression hardens as she stares at her notes once more. unfortunately, those "other things" will forever be with her so long as she chooses to remember them, them but tfw this ishmael isn't the type to traumadump on the first guy she meets. ]
...You still haven't told me what you do on your spare time, by the way.
[ WHAT KIND OF TRAUMATIC BACKSTORY ARE YOU GIVING HER IN A COLLEGE AU HELLO
but elysium doesn't naturally veer in that direction, sliding her first shot across the table—one of however many she intends to consume. he'll keep her topped up, dw. though at some point he'll start making her decaffeinated tea. ]
That's because if I started listing what, you'd never hear the end of it. If you're that curious, you can always stick around for a better idea. My shift's over in about two hours.
[ she probably doesn't need to know that he's one of those guys when it comes to studying… wisely, he keeps the details closer to his chest, winking. ]
A bit everyday goes a pretty long way. That, and I'm more of a morning studier kind of guy.
[ lmao no he just has a stupidly good memory. kill him. ]
You aren't trying to get all your studying done now to free up the rest of your weekend, are you?
[ his fucking photographic memory... kills him w her mind ]
Gee, how did you know. [ flatly. ] I just want to get them out of the way first. Unfortunately one of my professors is a total hardass who won't stop giving us homework, so I might have to sacrifice a Saturday or two just to keep up.
But I think... I can make an exemption this time. [ hopefully the only time she'll have to do this. ] Give me two hours. And a refill.
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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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Yeah? So when's the last time you went on one?
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yeah, she got nothing. she still has the nerve to scowl at him in return, though. ]
There's a reason, okay. I was just... preoccupied. With other things.
[ nailed it. ]
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Uh huh… well, you do you.
[ he pulls away, padding back to the espresso machine. ]
Hopefully those other things aren't currently in the building with us. We're too close in age for me to lecture you about not letting life pass you by.
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...You still haven't told me what you do on your spare time, by the way.
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but elysium doesn't naturally veer in that direction, sliding her first shot across the table—one of however many she intends to consume. he'll keep her topped up, dw. though at some point he'll start making her decaffeinated tea. ]
That's because if I started listing what, you'd never hear the end of it. If you're that curious, you can always stick around for a better idea. My shift's over in about two hours.
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ah, so he's some kind of renaissance man. maybe. on one hand, she is kind of curious, on the other, she gestures towards her mountain of notes. ]
Don't you have to study?
[ never mind the fact that it's a freakin' friday..... bottoms up ]
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A bit everyday goes a pretty long way. That, and I'm more of a morning studier kind of guy.
[ lmao no he just has a stupidly good memory. kill him. ]
You aren't trying to get all your studying done now to free up the rest of your weekend, are you?
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Gee, how did you know. [ flatly. ] I just want to get them out of the way first. Unfortunately one of my professors is a total hardass who won't stop giving us homework, so I might have to sacrifice a Saturday or two just to keep up.
But I think... I can make an exemption this time. [ hopefully the only time she'll have to do this. ] Give me two hours. And a refill.