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Post by Deleted on Dec 4, 2013 13:17:14 GMT -6
Arthur had no appreciation for no-shows. They lacked commitment, and he saw their logic as faulty- Especially when they failed to show up for something they chose to sign up for. What was the point of signing up if you weren't going to go, was it to spite the rest of the group? Was it simply to be rebellious for the sake being rebellious? Tsk. Such a notion upset Arthur, hence why he walked down the Evers Hall looking for a certain room that would likely contain a certain individual.
Suddenly realizing the thoughts going through his mind Arthur shook his head and sighed. Judging someone before you even meet them is certain foolishness. There could very well be a good explanation for the young man's absence at club meetings. It was best to keep an open, understanding mind- To do anything else would only lead to a bad outcome.
Upon arriving at the particular room he glanced at the number on the door. 301. Putting on a calm smile Arthur raised his hand and knocked three times. "Nicolas Yadi?" He said, just loud enough for the sound of his voice to go through the door. "I am Arthur Finley, Vice President of the Literature Club." He spoke with a tone of authority in his voice, sounding more like a professor of the university rather than a student. Once he had finished speaking the twenty-one year old crossed his arms and waited.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 4, 2013 13:30:58 GMT -6
nico was tired.
he had spent all morning trying to be able to create something bigger than a goldfish with his illusions. he had failed spectacularly and had decided to spend the rest of the day sleeping, in a futile attempt to gain his energy back. it would definitely take more than one afternoon spent sleeping to get it back, but he didn't see the harm doing sleeping now would cause.
he didn't even remember that he had a literature club meeting to go to. if you asked him right now, he probably wouldn't even remember that he had even joined the literature club in the first place, he was that tired.
which is why he was going to let whoever was at his door think he wasn't in. he wanted to sleep, not deal with people, dammit! that is, until whoever was at the door spoke and one word in particular caught his attention.
nicolas.
suddenly furious, he leaped from his bed, blankets landing in a heap on the floor and wrenched his door open. "who the fuck gave you the right to call me that?" he asked or, well, more like shrieked as he glared hatefully at the blonde standing in front of his doorway. @frederick // nico child calm down pls |
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Post by Deleted on Dec 4, 2013 13:47:14 GMT -6
A raised eyebrow was the first response Arthur gave to the question posed to him. He had though he was the one who was supposed to be asking the question here... Clearly he had caused some kind of offense, albeit unintentional. The Vice President paused, thinking things over for a good moment, before finally opening his mouth.
"I... Apologize for any offense N-" He stopped himself mid-sentence. It struck him he had no idea what he was supposed to call him. Was he supposed to use some kind of nickname? It could be one entirely out of the blue for all he knew, an uncomfortable predicament to be in for sure. "What would you prefer me to call you?" Arthur asked, calmly. Better to ask rather than wonder without a clue.
This situation was quite a bother, really. How was he supposed to know that the young man took offense to the use of his name? That wasn't something common as far as Arthur knew- And he knew a lot, of that he was sure. Still he kept the same smile he had on his face when he knocked on the door. Even if the other half of the conversation was acting... Irrationally, that didn't mean he had to stoop to the same level.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 4, 2013 14:46:56 GMT -6
he eyed the man standing in his doorway, anger still brimming just beneath the surface, even with the apology. he remembered seeing him when he joined the literature club. which meant that he was here because nico hadn't bothered to show up.
for the third time.
oops.
"nico. you can call me nico."
the other's smile only annoyed nico more and he yawned, not even bothering to cover his mouth as he did so. "well? is there a reason why you're here? i'm busy right now."
and by busy, he meant the fact that he was sleeping, but like hell he was going to let the other know that. @frederick |
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Post by Deleted on Dec 4, 2013 16:00:53 GMT -6
Nico, hmm? Well at least that would be easy to remember... Shame it seemed he had gotten off to a bad start. Hopefully he'd be able to recover from this position.
Arthur tapped his foot on the ground as the young man asked him why he was here. Was he not able to figure it out? He had stated his position in the Literature Club, though it seemed he hadn't been paying attention. That wasn't all too surprising. "As Vice President of Literature Club..." He began, voice raising ever so slightly. "... I am concerned about your absences from our meetings. I simply want to understand why you haven't been showing up."
Despite his growing dislike of the person before him Arthur remained composed, as if he wasn't bothered at all. "I merely worry for you, is all." There was a brief pause, something that Arthur seemed to enjoy making use of. "... Nico, what do you wish to do with your life? I promise this question is relevant."
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