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((You have no idea how hard she would fall for it if he started emoing all over the place and being sad. She would be completely overwhelmed by guilt and probably do anything to make up for the fact that she woke him up.

It is so easy to guilt trip Angela into things. She's dooooooooooooomed! XDD Maybe Tarik won't be smart enough to realize he can use it against her. >D ))

((The result is the same whether it's genuine or fake. Though...if it's genuine it lacks the risk of her finding out it's fake and trying to strangle him. Though I can't see an attempted strangling really going all that well for her... xD ))

A boy with dark hair and silver halls slowly made his way towards the quiet sanctuary of the library. The boy had heavy bags under his blood shot eyes and his expression revealed that he was in a terribly foul mood. Vincent had been unable to get any sleep last night because of his idiot room mates. They had been up all night pranking each other and making too much noise. He had warned them to stay away from him but they had ignored his warnings and attempted to pull a prank on him. Vincent was able to avoid an inevitable embarrassing situation but it only made those idiots persist, mercilessly. They had all vowed to get Vincent so he had to do everything to avoid becoming part of their stupid game. Unfortunately, his avoidance resulted in staying up all night in order to watch them. Because of that, Vincent looked like the undead. Morning had come, but the dorms became way too loud for Vincent to get any sleep, even if he wanted to.

The library was probably the only place that would offer him a safe and quiet sanctuary from his idiot room mates. It was amazing how immature teenage boys were and he was one. Vincent sighed as he entered the library and let an even longer sigh when he saw that silver haired girl in his physics class. She seemed to be tutoring some grown man who was obviously a foreigner. Vincent stared at them blankly when he remembered that they were supposed to finish that stupid project. He had written a letter informing her about it but it seemed like she didn't get it. That blonde girl had been useless.

"Hey," Vincent said tiredly as he walked over towards Angela.

"Ha, cute," Vincent replied dryly as he approached them.

He ignored the other man completely and kept his attention focused on Angela. Vincent wasn't affected by her comment since she wouldn't understand. He hated the sight of blood because it made him uneasy and sick. Vincent couldn't really recall why he had this phobia of blood, so he figured something must've happened in the past. He never took the time to think about it since reminiscing was a waste of time. There were more important matters at hand, like the physics project.

"The rocket. We need to get it done," Vincent stated, as he ran a hand through his hair.

The goblin remains and the princess will die,
the right road to Faerie, is the blink of an eye...




"Uh, yeah. Vincent isn't getting any of his 'needs' tended by me anytime soon," Angela said. "Just want to throw that little tidbit out there for you." What the hell. Tending his needs? That made her sound like either a bloody maid, or a prostitute and she wasn't really happy with either implication. Damn mummy.

She reached the reference section and began putting away the materials, carefully checking to make sure they were in the correct order. "Vincent, perhaps we can meet during our free period. I have it nearly done anyway. I sort of skipped English and worked on it this morning."

She began to take the books from Tarik and put them away as well. She smiled up at him serenely. "Tarik, you make such a great beast of burden."

Where charming old stories, in blood are expressed,
like tears of cream on a strawberry dress...

Tarik-Khaldun Sayyid



"My only value is not just my face."
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Tarik zoned out as the boy exploded in what seemed like rage just because Tarik spoke to him because he started talking and never stopped. So practically, Tarik didn't feel the need to deign to answer or even listen. Arguments were troublesome and they gave a man headaches.

"Well, I wouldn't know where to return the books. I haven't been in a library before." Tarik said with a frown as he watched Angela just put away the books he was carrying. "How do you know where to put them? No. Never mind. I think it involves reading."

Beast of burden? Tarik will take it as a praise.

"Why didn't you use my design? It is the most efficient design, unlike the thing you had begun making in class... " Vincent began and went into an detailed explanation of the physics and math behind the design.

He spoke for about five minutes until he abruptly stopped. Vincent stared at Angela for a moment before turning his back on her.

"You're right arguing won't do much. I'll trust that your design is better than mine," Vincent stated before leaving suddenly.






[Exit]

The goblin remains and the princess will die,
the right road to Faerie, is the blink of an eye...



Angela sighed. Another random sermon. Whenever Vincent did his random five minute explanation of things she already knew, she understood why Tarik had such a tendency to zone out on her. "Running away again," she muttered, rolling her eyes. He really was a sissy, wasn't he?

And then there was Tarik, who was talking about food and smiling like an idiot. Must be nice to be so simple all that mattered was muscle and food. Unlike Vincent, though, Tarik was sort of like a retarded puppy. She couldn't really bear to be mean to him. Well, too mean.

"Alright, I'll show you where the cafeteria is." Where was Abel when she needed him? "So I'm going to be busy during my next free period today. We'll start your reading lessons tomorrow." She headed for the door, smiling slightly as she pushed it open and held it for him just on the off chance it would annoy his male sensibilities.

Where charming old stories, in blood are expressed,
like tears of cream on a strawberry dress...

[exit]