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 Posted: Thu Dec 31, 2015 10:52 am
Nimue was in class, probably, and the dorm just seemed too... empty. So, they'd decided they might as well walk around campus and get to know it better while they still had free time. Hatori had only just recently transferred in, and so they didn't really know the area that well. At least, not as well as they had known the Academy. They'd enrolled under an undecided major, but classes were going to start up again for the new year, so they should really pick out what they wanted to do. Really they weren't even sure they wanted to be here, they'd just done it because that's what everyone did, right?
Once their feet grew tired of wandering, they dipped into the cafeteria in the student union to find something to eat and sit down for a while. They'd need to pick a major eventually... what did they even want to do after this? After acquiring their food, they turned to survey the seating options - which were dismal. The place was packed. With a small sigh, they walked down the pathway through the tables to see if there was one that wasn't chock full - and spotted a lone geist at a table for at least two.
Carefully they made their way over to the table, then stopped just short of it. "Do you mind if I sit here...? This place is packed." Straight to the point, it was just a question so why not just get it over with?
Marinity casually takes 500 years to make this i'm sorry sdlkjdg
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Posted: Fri Jan 01, 2016 11:29 am
Class had been almost too long. Too long, and incredibly dull. There were upsides and downsides to majoring in history, however. There were plenty of incredibly interesting and engaging topics to talk about, but for every topic there were two more that were impossibly boring and decidedly uninteresting. Not enough to make Aerilon consider changing majors, but certainly enough to make him consider sleeping through class.
Something his father would no doubt kill him for if he found out his son was sleeping in class.
Instead, Aerilon had made it a habit of nixing breakfast before class, so he could just focus on the rumbling of his stomach all period long.
The downside was, that meant the moment class was over, he was down to the overly packed cafeteria to stuff his face in a way no geist should.
He had been sitting down, enjoying his food for some time when the voice suddenly met his ears, making his tendrils give a quick, surprised flare as he lifted his gaze to meet the other's own.
Oh, well wasn't this a cute little thing?
Aerilon shifted somewhat in his seat, clearing his throat as he leaned forward, carefully pulling some of his things closer to his side of the table, freeing up space for the imp.
"Be my guest," he finally responded shortly after.
nepsah casually takes forever to respond lkfgsdg don't feel bad bb. Also Aerilon don't start eyeballing everyone you meet you ******** creep
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Posted: Fri Jan 01, 2016 11:57 am
Ah, they'd surprised him. Probably. They didn't really have a lot of experience with reading Geist body language, after all. Still, permission was granted, so they nodded and then set their tray on the table before pulling out the empty chair to settle onto. "Thank you." Hatori nodded again, then carefully set about organizing their tray to be a little more... pleasing. Food didn't need to be touching until it was already ingested, after all. That and with their claws, it was just easier to have things separated. Less of a chance of getting their fur in it.
They were just about to start eating when someone bumped into their table - or rather, was shoved when their friend greeted them in an obnoxiously physical manner. Their drink toppled over, chocolate milk spilling everywhere. Ears raised in alarm, eyes wide, but mouth firmly closed in a tight but panicked frown, they immediately started looking around for napkins -- oh Nine. Where were the napkins??
"S-- sorry-- I..." It suddenly dawned on them that they'd put them under their plate, and so they quickly lifted it and then began laying the napkins out over the spill. They would have liked to have scolded the offending bumper, but were a little too distracted with dabbing up milk for that.
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Posted: Fri Jan 01, 2016 12:19 pm
"Of course," the geist responded simply, his gaze lingering on the imp for another long moment, taking in the other's form. Aerilon didn't recognize his new acquaintance. A new student, perhaps? Asterion was large, of course, but Aerilon spent enough time wandering around campus that he had become quite familiar with most of the faces. This imp however had a face that Aerilon didn't recognize.
He certainly wished he had, however.
Before the gradient-haired geist could say a word for the sake of conversation, he felt the table rock, his tendrils flaring out and dancing angrily along his form as he glared up at the boisterous friends.
"Hey, you guys want to watch what you're doing?" he spat somewhat flatly, offering the pair a glare before raising from his seat, carefully moving his tray before gathering his own napkins. He moved around to the other side of the table then, helping the other clean up the spilled drink the best he could.
"Don't apologize, it's not your fault that some assholes like to think they're the only ones that exist in below, and thus can take up as much space as they want," he said, his tone suddenly much softer compared to the way he spoke to the overzealous friend couple. "What was this? Chocolate milk? I'll get you another one," he offered, giving a soft hum afterwards. "Looks like we need more napkins, anyway. I'll be right back,"
Without giving the imp time to protest or say anything at all, Aerilon turned, heading towards the front of the cafeteria. Barely a minute later he was returning, another chocolate milk in one hand, and a handful of napkins in the other.
"Here you are," the geist said with a gentle smile as he offered the drink downwards, waiting for the imp to take it in their grasp before he got right back to clean up the remaining spilled milk.
nepsah He's such a flirt I can't even
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Posted: Fri Jan 01, 2016 3:53 pm
Within a few moments the few napkins they'd brought along were soaked through, but there was still plenty of milk to clean up. They were starting to get up to go get more napkins, but their table companion was already on it. They blinked after him, mind still struggling to catch up with the events of the last couple of seconds. Okay. Spilled milk. Soaked napkins. Nice Geist offering to get more napkins and replace the chocolate milk.
Got it. They'd have to do something about that last part.
They stared after him as he left, maintaining the somewhat stunned look until he returned with the milk. Still wordless, they took the milk and then watched as he began cleaning up the rest of the milk. "Thank you... I can do that, it was my milk..." They set the new one aside and then held out a hand to take some of the napkins. "I can repay you for the milk..." First they'd just... need to take over cleaning things up. Hopefully this wasn't the sort of person that would insist on doing it - Hatori was not very good at dealing with those sorts...
Marinity PFFT omg i love him. meanwhile hatori is just oblivious.
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Posted: Fri Mar 18, 2016 11:12 am
As the other tried to push the issue about cleaning up themselves, Aerilon chuckled softly, readily handing the other a few more napkins. "Don't worry about paying me back for it. It's really not a big deal," he said smoothly as he kept cleaning up parts of the table despite the other's words. "And please, I'd feel like an a** if I just sat here and watched you clean up a mess that you didn't even make," he added a few short moments later.
Before long the entire mess had been soaked up, leaving them with a rather sizable pile of soaked napkins. Aerilon turned away for a quick moment, taking a few steps to the side to grab the nearest trash can, rolling it over so they could have an easier time disposing of the wet napkins. One last rub down of the table to ensure it was dry preceded the geist returning the trash to its place before finally settling back down in his seat.
"My name is Aerilon, by the way. Figured I may as well throw that out there."
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