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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Sept 8, 2010 21:52:50 GMT -5
It was noon and he was already starving! Curse his quick metabolism. He needed two snacks between breakfast and lunch, just to keep himself moving!
Arthur trudged into the cafeteria and turned up his nose at the food. It was all food he didn’t want to eat. He just wanted to eat something that wasn’t foreign or dripping in grease. He went down to the end of the food choices, noticing a few things that he perhaps did want to eat. Better than the rest of the food they were serving. Though he wished they would lend him the kitchen so he could... No he didn’t want to cook.
He finally settled on a Watercress soup as well as a Cornish Pasty. He placed a glass cup on his tray, filling it with hot water, as well as a single milk packet. He glanced over the cafeteria, choosing a table which was not yet occupied to sit at. After he sat down he pulled from his back a tin which contained the finest earl grey tea he could by, and set the tea bag in the hot water. Then he sat back and watched the tea steep. He refused to eat until his tea was ready, and sat watching the tea and feeling sorry for his endlessly growling stomach.
When the tea was finally done, Arthur poured the milk in and stirred it gingerly with a short stirring stick. Feeling so drawn out just by watching the tea steep, he lifted the cup to his lips a bit prematurely. The water, still hot even with the milk, burnt his tongue, and he nearly dropped it back onto the tray. Luckily it didn’t spill over. He clenched his teeth and stood up, stomping over to the drink station and getting another two milks. He didn’t like marring his perfectly good tea with more than one milk at most, but he wanted to drink it so badly.
As he sat back down again, he poured both the milks in and stirred the tea once more. This time the tea was cool enough to drink, so he sat back and actually started to eat with a contented sigh. At least now he wouldn’t starve.
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Post by frannie on Sept 9, 2010 10:19:10 GMT -5
Francis walked down the cafetria his stomache was growling. Dieu- you get rather hungry when you flirt, non? He looked at the food. It was all so...strange. The Frenchman looked for one preticular thing; croissants. He looked for them, there had to be, right?
Ah finally he had found some, along with strawberry jam. He failed in finding som jus d'orange, so he had to go with tea. Pouring hot water in a class, finding all kinds of tastes. Hmn? Lemon tea, was nice. He decided to go for that.
Now came the hardest part of eating in the cafeteria. Where to sit? He could sit with those 3 first year girls, but he had chatted with them all morning, so it wouldn't be fair for others. Hmn? The Italians perhaps? He failed at finding those two cute boys he had spotted earlier.
Qué? What was zat? A blonde sitting alone. Dieu- he was almost begging for him to join lunch. Francis smiled and decided to sit down in front of him at the table. "Bonjour~ Mind if I?" he said but he already sat down. "I believe we haven't met yet." He told the other.
[Ooc: Let's just assume it's the first day and they haven't been to their room yet, okay?]
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Sept 10, 2010 19:49:55 GMT -5
(Yes, we shall assume that.)
Arthur had wrapped his tail around his lap, his ears alert and twitching slightly as he spooned soup into his mouth. He was completely content until... Oh good. Someone had decided to join him. It wasn't like he'd been lonely! Had he looked lonely? Because he wasn't.
"Actually... No go ahead." Arthur muttered between bites of his pasty. He glanced up at the other momentarily, before going back to his food without a second thought. He didn't reply to Francis for a moment, choosing instead to take a dainty sip of his earl grey. He sighed appreciatively. "No, we haven't met yet."
Arthur set down his teacup and looked up at the taller man with a nod, that simply said, I'm acknowledging your pressence. Nothing more. "I'm Arthur Kirkland, pleased to meet you... Um...?" He inquired with a tilt of his head, and a questioning blink. He turned back to his soup after a moment, determined to go back to his lunch.
After a moment he opened his messenger bag, which was sitting at his side, and pulled out a bag of a variety of nuts. He opened the zip-lock bag and pulled out one, popping it into his mouth and then putting the bag back into his messenger bag.
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Post by frannie on Sept 17, 2010 8:46:43 GMT -5
Francis smiled at the other. He seemed a little shy, perhaps. He looked at him. Beautiful green eyes. They enchanted him. Though those eyebrows, Dieu! Huge! He would have to epilate them personally in his sleep.
Wait- did he say Arthur Kirkland? The Frenchman titled his head. "Arthur." He cooed making the "R" roll on his tongue. "Such concidence, je suis Francis Bonnefoy, we're room mates." He said smiling a bit more. He waited for the other's reaction. He was going to enjoy rooming with the brit. He seemed rather interesting. He took a bite from his sandwhich happily.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Sept 22, 2010 0:30:26 GMT -5
Arthur twitched when the other boy spoke to him in French. He'd noticed the accent, it was as obvious as... Not his eyebrows! Which he'd also noticed the man had been staring at for a little too long before he'd decided to actually introduce himself. Arthur didn't really have any issues with French people, they just always seemed stuck up and sure of themselves... They also always ended up being raging perverts. Arthur glanced out the window for a moment, looking for a tree he could go find solitude in after lunch.
The squirrel-boy's reaction to the news of being roommates- Was to gasp and then choke on his hazelnut. When he'd finally regained his composure, however much he actually possessed, he was red in the face for more than one reason. He stood up, smacking his hand on the table as he did so, "What?! But I specifically requested an already empty..." He looked up at Francis for a moment, realised the entire room was looking at him and sat back down. He cleared his throat, took a deep breath, and picked up his tea again.
"I see." He muttered, sipping his tea and thanking it as the normal calm that befell him swept down from his shoulders. The hair on his tail, which had previously been standing on end, relaxed again, as did his ears. He sighed softly. "Well... Pleased to meet you then, Francis." Arthur set his tea back down, and proceeded to finish his soup.
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Post by frannie on Sept 22, 2010 10:49:52 GMT -5
Francis titled his head as he watched the other's reaction. He seemed to be rather suprised. Francis took a bite from his sandwhich and stared at the other. "You okay, Arthur?" He asked him as he made the "R" roll over his tongue again.
The Brit however didn't seem so pleased with the news. Well it wasn't like they had both any choise. So the Frenchman decided to make it pleasant living together.
He smiled innocently and pretended that he didn't got the other's hint. "I am just as suprised as you are." He told him. His tail wiggled some. "Mais, let's try to get along, non? I am sure we will." He said smiling and nodding as he took another bite from his sandwhich.
This could be interesting, he thought. The Brit seemed easy and nice to tease. Maybe he would cuddle up onto him at night? Dieu- what a plan. He took a sip from his tea. He was still smiling at his apperently, new roommate. He was probably annoying him. "And how do you like the school so far?" He asked Arthur politely. Trying to have somewhat of a conversation. Everyone was now staring at them, so the Brit would have to be nice to him. Zis could be fun.
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Post by rome on Oct 7, 2010 21:22:39 GMT -5
School had been an absolute bore, the teacher droning on about unimportant things that he really would rather not be doing - like really, who cared about some silly Byzantines?
Which meant he had nearly leapt out of his seat when it was lunch time.
He had grabbed whatever - he wasn't too picky of an eater, he liked about any type of cultural food (although American food really fascinated him) and didn't mind that his pasta had a giant Cornish pasty atop of it.
His alert eyes scanned the room, wondering who he could sit besides, he hadn't really made any friends, or formed a pack yet and he knew some of the other students seemed to be intimidated by his presence, not that they could be blamed.
Hello - here was an interesting predicament, a cat talking to a squirrel... this seemed too delicious to pass up.
With a bit of a swagger, he walked over to the two, before setting his tray down firmly on the table, "I do hope I'm not interrupting, but I saw a free spot, and thought I would join."
He surreptitiously sniffed the air, getting a taste of their scent, imprinting it on his mind, it was his easy way of knowing whether or not he had met them before. It had gotten him out of many sticky situations before, when others had tried to fool him. Well, they had quickly learnt that they had been the fools...
"I'm Caesar, but you can call me Rome, everyone does."
He held out his hand, expectantly towards them, not caring if he was crashing their tête-à-tête.
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