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 Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2016 3:41 pm
 Earbuds snugly in place and the music at an appropriate volume, Charmstar was effectively shutting out the rest of the world. He was still smiling as he walked of course, still trying to present to the campus a friendly, welcoming demeanor. But again, earbuds snugly in place and the music playing, the fallen could easily pretend that he had failed to hear someone calling out to him, rather than admit that he was outright ignoring them. At worst, he could always claim to have been too engrossed with his studies. He wasn't in the mood to socialize, not really. Classes and exams had come and go and he'd caught glimpses of his friends and saw they'd gotten older. And here he was. Still a junior. He wasn't very happy with that.
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2016 3:43 pm
Wayne was on his usual jog, daily routine of exercise on top of his academic struggles. He wasn't dumb, though there were just some things that seemed a little too esoteric for the imp's comprehension. He preferred straight forward things as opposed to imagery and flowery-schmowery stuff. And maybe he also still felt that despite being a junior, he still wasn't being taken seriously. He wasn't treated like an infant anymore (thank the Nine for that, Wayne didn't take well to being patronized) but again, he wasn't exactly "a grown up" by any stretch of the imagination. No matter how much he thought he was.
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2016 3:47 pm
The fallen was content to hang about in the quad, book in hand though his attention elsewhere. He didn't feel like going to the playground. Somehow he couldn't get the same sense of superiority he used to feel when looking down at all the freshlings. The swings in particular held too much meaning for him at this point.
And speaking of freshlings, a junior imp came jogging towards the bench the pink fallen was sitting on. The imp looked, dare Charmstar thought, familiar. But that was silly, wasn't it? It wasn't as if this junior had anything worth remembering about. He wasn't pink in any way, or sparkly, or shiny. So then what?
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2016 3:49 pm
The brown imp was keeping his breathing in control, knowing it was just as important as his endurance was when it came to jogging. He plans to one day go running but didn't want to rush into things. When he was certain then he would up the ante and push himself to the limi- It's that fallen!
His train of thought derailing from exercise into contempt when he saw the pink and white fallen studying him curiously. He didn't remember if he got the other nightmare's name but he certainly remembered those wings. Wayne knew he should just keep jogging past but the fallen met his stare.
And he was being judged.
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2016 3:49 pm
Charmstar still for the life of him couldn't put a finger on where he knew this imp from. From class, maybe? Probably sits in the back so he doesn't get called to answer questions. Charmstar thought to himself as his eyes studied the increasingly nearing imp. He wasn't too focused, or at least the fallen didn't think he was too focused. He thought he was still giving off an air of detached interest.
Sometimes, Charmstar overestimates himself and forgets that when you observe others, he should be careful that he's not being observed back. He only managed to remember this when the imp stopped right in front him.
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2016 3:52 pm
Wayne wasn't even out of breath though some of his fur was noticeably matted against his skin from sweat. Okay so he would admit he wasn't at his freshest, most pristine state but that didn't give the fallen a reason to crinkle their nose at him, did it? If his fur wasn't already wet, he was sure his tail would fluff up in indignity.
"What is it now?" he said, hands resting on his hips as he stared down at the sitting figure. For the time being his voice was calm and level. And he wasn't exactly a violent nightmare but that judging stare rubbed him the wrong way.
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2016 3:53 pm
Charmstar realized the imp was saying something to him but rather than immediately respond, he simply stared back for several seconds. He waited for the song to wind down before he finally removed one earbud. He angled his head and with an easy, if borderline patronizing smile, asked, "Hmmm? Did you say something?"
With an audible snap, he closed the book in his hand and leaned back into the bench's back rest. "I'm not waiting for anyone, so you're free to sit down. Although," he gave a not to subtle sniff, "Maybe you could consider showering first? You smell a bit... ripe."
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2016 3:55 pm
Sweat or no sweat, Wayne's tail frizzed the ******** out at the jab on his scent. "Oh, am I offendin' ya with my natural smell? Sorry, I ain't into smellin' like flowers that ain't actually around. Yer just gonna hafta hold yer breath."
The imp wasn't done with his usually daily regimen but he couldn't help himself. He plopped down as close to the fallen as he could without actually sitting on the pink and white nightmare's lap. And to top it off, he stretched out his arms on the top of the backrest to give anyone a good view of the darkening sweat stains in his shirt's armpits.
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2016 4:00 pm
Normally, Charmstar had no problem with people wanting to be close. He was normally a-okay with close physical contact. However, those had always been on the fallen's terms and with other nightmares whom he deemed worth his time.
This imp?
No. Just no.
Charmstar all but flew up to get to his feet, "Have the whole bench," he said through grit teeth. The grin was less a smile and more a grimace, less an expression of friendliness and more a show of aggression. "I insist." And it's only through this spiteful little display that Charmstar recognized him as the imp that dared to grab his wings.
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2016 4:01 pm
Wayne just sat there, not quite smug but certainly sure that he was not going to move. At the fallen's hasty rise and subsequent well-wishing, Wayne angled his head so he could stare directly into the fallen's eyes and attempt his own charming smile. It had too much teeth, too much gums, and not a smidge of effort.
"Much obliged," Wayne drawled and made a show of settling into the bench. He watched the fallen turn on his heel and walk away.
Except the pink nightmare gave a parting remark, "Consider it as a gift for growing older." A beat. "But not necessarily wiser."
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