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 Posted: Wed Sep 21, 2011 11:02 pm
((Jenn: I sort of would love for this to be their first meeting *o* We should make them partners for a project of some sort biggrin ))
Ashford glanced sidelong at the digital clock on the stand by his bed, groaning at the time. Nine twenty seven flickered at him in orange LED, an ungodly early for a Saturday.
Carefully, slowly, and reluctantly Ash worked up the effort to crawl out of bed. ******** Hisstofer had kept him up nearly the entire night, doing what he did best: being an obnoxious pest. His other minipets were slightly more well behaved, if only because the vast majority of them were allowed to roam the halls at night-- but Hisstofer was so ornery that Ash had no choice but to contain him in his dorm room.
And, thanks to the aforementioned pain in the a**, the reaper, who prided himself on his punctuality (among other things) -- was going to be late.
Struggling to wake himself up, Ash dressed himself in a haze. Black slacks, pinstriped. Today, a rust coloured button up short, gunmetal grey apron wrapped around his waist, white gloves snapped on. Even disoriented, Ash's movements were done with the careful consideration of a surgeon, each movement controlled and precise.
It pained him to leave the Great Knife at home, even for a short period of time, so on went the holster and in it, the blade.
Since it was a weekend, he could, thankfully, wear the helm. Not that he was allowed to do so in the library itself, but it was a blessing to at least feel...clothed when in the halls.
After ensuring that he had all of his books and materials for the project, Ash wandered towards the Demon dorms-- he didn't know Thackery well enough to say if the boy remembered their engagement or not, and he was, if anything, precise.
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Posted: Fri Sep 23, 2011 4:32 pm
Everything was a little more hectic in the Cerberus boy's dorm room. The gentle, rapid, and highly uncoordinated tap tap taps coming from within seemed to indicate an impromptu dance party for beginners was taking place inside, which would have been his preferred actuality. The grim reality in its stead was a very worried preparation for a date.
A project date. Though it wasn't anything like the dates that his fluffy romance novels described, he was feeling just as nervous. Maybe more so. Not only did he have the pressure of making sure he made the best impression possible on his project partner - a classmate that he only knew in passing - he had to think up something really awesome for their assignment. Today meant the possibility of double failure, and the increasing clumsiness of his frantic dashing about seemed to be a fairly good indicator that his nerves were not handling this well.
Thackery "wore" a thick, cut-off sweatshirt, one arm pulled haphazardly through the loose sleeve, the other left dangling free. The scarf tied around his waist kept getting tangled up in his tail, and he hadn't yet bothered to zip his boots all the way. He was usually pretty particular about his appearances, but he didn't have the time to worry about that now: he had absolutely no idea what time they'd settled upon for the meeting, but he had a hunch that it was going to be soon. Project prep was taking precedence, considering the fact that he didn't even know where his pencil was.
Books, papers, and notes were all messily corralled one-by-one into his bag wile mismatched purple eyes searched hastily for the sheet where he'd written down the project information (between doodles). How could he possibly bear to admit to Ash that he couldn't remember the specifics!? Finally locating a pencil, he put it between clenched teeth, pulled his shirt over his head, and took a deep breath. Which promptly sent little bits of chewed pencil into the back of his throat. He coughed and spluttered, ears pinned back, eyes watering. This was, of course, the perfect timing for the knock to come at his door, followed immediately by a very puppy-like whine from the disheveled boy as he lunged to answer it. He was going to look so stupid.
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Posted: Fri Sep 23, 2011 7:02 pm
Ash was hardly aware that their collaboration on The Science of FEAR was to be construed as a date, even as loosely as a project based one. He stood at the door, blithely waiting after his knocking died down.
His keen hearing had picked up on the tumult in Thackery's room before he had even gotten close enough to knock on the door. He waited a moment, hearing the frenetic movements inside, before finally picking a lull in the rhythm of footsteps and clattering to knock on the door.
He had not been expecting the Cerberus boy to look so disheveled. His black hair was going in every which way, his clothes oddly out of sorts, and his ears were laid back in a way that was oddly endearing.
"Hello," he said, awkwardly shifting from one foot under the other. He was tall enough to get a good look at the other boy from underneath his helmet, waving a gloved hand idly. "I take it that you may require additional time before we can proceed to the library?"
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Posted: Sat Sep 24, 2011 1:27 pm
"Unholy Jack, you're a lot taller when you aren't in class!" His observation was meant to indicate that the addition of the helmet compounded with the lack of sitting in a desk really added to his stature, but he fell a little short of that.
Even if the height difference between the two of them had not been a very real thing, Thackery felt very small. He was so ashamed that his prompt and proper partner had seen him this way. He laughed nervously and wiped at his eyes, tail giving a cursory little wag in a largely futile attempt to look friendly and pulled-together. Maybe, if he were lucky, Ash would remember his slightly-spacey-but-quite-well-groomed appearance from class when(/if) he thought of him, rather than...this.
"No, I'm-" he paused to jab the pencil down into his bag's side pocket. "I think we can go. Unless I would embarrass you like this!" A wave of panic washed over him, eyes growing wide at the realization that Ash looked so clean and perfect, especially in comparison to his current state. "And I also lost the project sheet, and you probably want to work with someone who's taller or better at science, don't you?"
He froze. This was so unlike him! Taking a deep breath, he fidgeted with the strap of his bag, placing it carefully over his shoulder. "We could pretend that I didn't say those things and just talked about how our project is going to be really good, and how I'll be the most FEARsome science partner ever. Yeah, that's what we could do."
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Posted: Sat Sep 24, 2011 6:53 pm
A startled laugh echoed out from underneath Ash's helm. It was common enough, true-- but the way Thackery looked up at him with owlish eyes, taken aback by just Ash's appearance... it amused him to no end.
"Really," he said, the baritone in his voice rumbling with the metallic echo of his helm, "if you require time, I am in no hurry."
Ash was well put together, and in his outfit he felt cool and confident, unlike during class itself. So much time spent hunched over, carefully listening and getting used to hearing the world without muffled echos. "You wouldn't embarrass me, but..."
He leaned down, gloved fingers smoothing out the fabric of Thackery's top, redoing the tie of his scarf. Dropping to one knee, he unzipped the other boy's boots, holding his leg steady before tugging the zippers back up, ensuring no cloth was stuck in them.
He paused, admiring his work, before tapping the side of Thackery's calf and standing. "You are a little more presentable now." He crossed his arms, stepping away. "There is a photocopier in the Library. We will be fine, I have an innate understanding. You can assist in helping me make the research presentable and understandable." Pursing his lips under the metal, Ash scoffed a little.
"I have been told that I am unintelligible at times, in my works. I do not write very well, or clearly."
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Posted: Fri Oct 07, 2011 4:51 pm
Thackery could (unfortunately) feel the telltale tingle that always accompanied the flushing of his tanned skin, the blush creeping over his cheeks and down his neck. He was entirely still as Ash carefully reassembled his appearance, save for his shaky knees and rapidly wagging tail. Damn that thing. He snatched a fistful of fur in an attempt to keep it still and regain his composure, but didn't quite manage to get to that point before he stumbled over a bit of gratitude.
"Oh. I, um. Thank you! This is nice." Eloquence at its finest. He was halfway through a 'check-meee-out' twirl when he realized that it was probably more appropriate to do in front of a mirror. Not in front of an Ash. Clumsy fingers grabbed at the doorknob and he yanked the dorm door closed behind him, a halfhearted attempt to cover up what he'd just done.
"It's okay. I know how writing isn't easy, especially with these." He wiggled his fingers, adding special emphasis to his thumbs. The only "thumbs" that he had in his Cerberus form were entirely useless, so getting used to the amazing new accessibility options had been interesting, to say the least. "I think I have pretty great handwriting now; I practice every night by writing in my jour...my homework. In my homework." A badly masked ohgoddidhecatchthat glance was thrown in his classmate's direction. "I bet your writing and work and stuff is really great and more intelligible than they can understand, so they're just trying to cover up how confused they are. Buuut...I can do most of the writing-down-part and you can do most of the smart-part. You'll definitely be impressed by the way I cross my t's."
With a hesitant side-step and another careful shift of his bag strap, Thackery closed the space between them, glancing curiously upward into the taller boy's helmet as he spoke.
"So! I guess we should get going?"
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2011 9:12 pm
Ashford blinked a little owlishly under his helm. It was a common habit, and one that was fortunately hidden by his helm, nine times out of ten. The tall student slipped into Thackery's dorm room-- the place was messy, but on the whole, a lot more inviting.
His own room was the barest of bones, with large gothic windows being the dank place's only saving grace. Hisstofer and his other pets being exempt, as they were oftentimes alternating between being complete shits or little angels.
"Indeed. Though it is grammar and spelling that I find hard to use. I read a great deal, but writing was a rare enough task that I do not often recall how to do much of...anything, when I do try."
Leaning against Thackery's wall, he smiled underneath the help. "I am glad for the help, as I feel we will be more capable together as a team," he said definitively, nodding his head slowly. The teen was accustomed to moving rather slowly, lest he give himself some intense whiplash or other wounds inflicted by the helm or the blade.
As the cerberus boy peered up into Ash's helm, he would have seen darkness and the hint of gleaming teeth, but little else. "To the library, yes," Ash agreed, opening the door and holding it for the other boil. He had, at the very least, basic manners. It was just the complicated things that threw him off. As they walked in silence, he pondered their project. There would be mostly reading to do, today, if it was due in two weeks.
"I reserved us a study room," he offered, out of the blue. "So that we may read up on the appropriate subjects. Without interruption."
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Posted: Thu Feb 09, 2012 10:06 pm
Were those his teeth shining like that? Thackery was trying very hard to not be intimidated by the boil that was so clearly more impressive than he was on just about every level, but it was becoming more and more difficult. "Grammar and spelling? Nuh-uh! You talk so nice. There's no way." He didn't mean to belittle him; this was sheer disbelief spewing out. He hadn't... frequently imagined what Ash would do in his spare time, per se, but when he did, it always had something to do with very fancy wallpaper, a red silk robe, and writing perfect poetry in calligraphy with a quill and ink. Obviously he was a little off. "Yeah! We'll make a really good team. Because we're kind of different but good at separate things. So there's nothing we can't do together!" He'd reached to open the door, but when the reaper opened it for him, he felt his cheeks flush. Nobody opened doors for him before... "Privacy will be good." That didn't sound too creepy, did it? "For...all of this work. It's kind of a lot. Do you think we can finish it? I mean, I know we'll make something great, but..." He drew closer to his classmate as they made their way to the library, as if the increased proximity would also increase his confidence.
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